Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 146 Infectious Diseases

Normally, if someone in the base gets bitten, they'll try to wait until the person is about to turn into a zombie before taking action.

But the situation is different now. The patient was already seriously ill, and if he were bitten by a zombie, his body wouldn't be able to withstand it. Solving the problem as quickly as possible and eliminating the danger is the most important thing.

The laboratory needed volunteers to find treatment options, and with the consent of the two critically ill patients and their families, the two were transferred to the central clinic.

They were all temporary residents and knew that there was little chance of survival if they stayed at the treatment center where medical resources were scarce, so they decided to take a gamble.

A simple bite from a poisonous insect will not be fatal, but the skin diseases and infections that it causes can be deadly.

"Zhang Yi!" Deng Yurou shouted excitedly to them from the crowd, "Can you help us? Ding Huan was also bitten by those insects, and the festering sores have spread from his neck to his face."

She lowered her head, seemingly wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"He started to become paranoid and wouldn't let me leave his side. I was really scared."

As she spoke, her shoulders trembled, her eyes glistening with tears, and she looked pleadingly at the group of people.

She would go crazy if she stayed in this place any longer. The temporary shelter had the most mutated insects, and there was no way to protect herself from them. Every day she smelled the rotting odor of living people, and she dreamed that she would be bitten and disfigured.

“The treatment center is short-staffed right now. If you’d like, you can sign up to help out. That way, you’ll contribute more points,” Zhang Yi earnestly suggested.

Deng Yurou's expression froze slightly as she looked at the figure standing prominently among the group in the laboratory. Her fingers trembled slightly, feeling numb.

She couldn't win over any of these people, but she wasn't relying entirely on that. She came here today to let people around her know that she knew people in the central area.

Watching the group leave, Deng Yurou turned and walked towards the makeshift ward. Xu Yi, who had been relatively unnoticed, thought for a moment and approached the girl in the white coat to ask how to register.

She, Ding Huan, and Deng Yurou had supported each other all the way here in the past in order to survive. Now that they've arrived at the base, it's normal for them to drift apart.

On the hospital bed, Ding Huan's left cheek was red and swollen, with watery fluid oozing from the blisters, accompanied by a foul odor.

"Where did you go just now?"

Ding Huan looked suspiciously out the door, his expression contorted and neurotic from the burning pain of his wound.

"Someone on the other side has turned into a zombie, I'm just going to check it out."

"Yu Rou, we've been together since the apocalypse, and I'm the only one who truly cares for you. I heard the base is already trying to find a solution, so you won't look down on me, will you?"

When Ding Huan saw that Deng Yurou was standing there without getting close to the bed, he panicked.

Why wasn't she bitten too? If they had become like that, she definitely wouldn't have left me.

"Of course not." Deng Yurou almost lost control of her expression when she saw Ding Huan's look.

"Then why don't you come over?"

As Ding Huan spoke, his facial muscles tugged at the ulcerated skin tissue, and yellow fluid oozed from the grayish-white necrotic flesh at the edges and the ruptured blisters.

"I'm afraid it will affect your recovery." Deng Yurou tilted her head.

It's disgusting. How could she possibly stay by Ding Huan's side?

She just heard it: you can't touch the fluids coming out of the patient's body.

"Is that so?" Ding Huan narrowed her eyes; her gesture of rejection was utterly unconvincing.

Could you please get me my water glass?

Deng Yurou looked again at the ulcers on his cheek and shoulder, hesitated for a few seconds, and took a step back.
"Xu Yi went to the doctor; maybe they have the medicine now. I'll go ask her."

"Did someone just come from the central area? You haven't given up yet; you still want to leave me!"

Ding Huan propped himself up with his other hand, making a move to get out of bed. "So what if that's the case?" Deng Yurou gritted her teeth. "You're in this terrible state, do you think I don't want to find a way out? Am I just going to stay here and wait to die?"

If something happens to them, they will be the first to be abandoned. All resources will be allocated to the central area first. It's questionable whether they can survive for four months if they stay here!

"So you're abandoning me now! No way! I will definitely awaken my talent!"

Seeing him dazed and out of control, jumping off the bed and rushing towards her, Deng Yurou retreated in panic while shouting, "Help!"

When the people who arrived saw that Ding Huan seemed to be delirious due to a fever caused by an infection, they immediately took action, ignoring his struggles and shouts, to subdue him and take him away.

"Are you OK?"

Deng Yurou recognized the person blocking her way as the team leader on duty at the treatment center that day, and said thank you with red eyes.

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The clinic in the central district was brighter and more orderly than other treatment centers, but the patients were in just as bad condition.

"After cleaning and removing necrotic tissue, the skin on other parts of the body became red, swollen, and ulcerated overnight," Cheng Yan said helplessly.

The mortality rate is not high, but there are simply not enough resources to treat the recurrent attacks.

"When the mutated insects bite humans and suck their blood, they also spread the virus. This is an insect-borne infectious disease, not an allergic reaction caused by the bite. The reason for not announcing this is to avoid causing panic," said the bespectacled professor in his fifties.

The single-patient ward mentioned above had patients with wound infections from contact with others; that was Shengkai.

He was yelling and cursing, "That bitch! Not only did she get sick, but she also slept with me! I'll never let her get away with this!"

"Quickly, find me the best doctor! Treat me quickly!"

When Sheng Kai's father learned that the lab researchers had arrived, he quickly came over to fetch them.

Sheng Kai, who was still shouting, was speechless when he saw Jiang Shi'an, dressed in white, standing in front of him, as if someone had grabbed him by the throat.

His eyes widened in terror. "Dad, get me someone else!"

After being publicly humiliated by his own father, he secretly investigated these people's backgrounds.

While they couldn't find information about other people, they were able to find information about this man.

The other party could kill him without leaving a trace by simply moving a finger or giving him something.

"This is the most capable person in our lab," Professor Zhang said irritably.

Before the apocalypse, Mr. Sheng had a large and wealthy family, and he provided the base with a large warehouse of supplies. If it weren't for the fact that Mr. Sheng personally invited him, he wouldn't have wanted to come.

This kid actually picked someone, and he picked the youngest person in charge of the experimental zone.

"No, just give me a regular doctor." Sheng Kai flinched.

Gu Huai shook his head inwardly. This guy tries to poach other people's partners? Jin He could beat him so badly he couldn't stand up. He wasn't exaggerating.

He made a point of going along when they went out to clear out zombies. After all, she's his sister-in-law, and she doesn't have any special skills, so he was worried something might happen to her.

Before he could even throw the grenade, he saw Song Jinhe and the zombies getting excited. She swung her knife and charged, as if afraid he would steal her kill.

The incredibly fast mutated zombie was about to run into her, and she was still standing there saying, "You ran into it yourself, it has nothing to do with me."

If a zombie had an expression, it would definitely be three question marks.

If your predictions are this good, then not having talent doesn't seem to matter much.