Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 147 Trypophobia

"You're overthinking it. I came here only because you're a case of contact transmission." Jiang Shi'an's gaze was devoid of emotion.

"If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have bothered with all this."

Sheng Kai was not relieved at all; on the contrary, he was even more frightened. He dared not say a word and tried to struggle again, but was glared at by his father, Sheng Minghong.

After a preliminary examination, Sheng Minghong followed him into the corridor and asked with concern, "Is my son's condition serious?"

Professor Zhang began, "As you know, this disease spreads very quickly. From a rash the size of a coin to large areas of skin ulceration, it can happen in just one night."
We've made progress, but it will take some time. Without Professor Jiang's help, the progress wouldn't be this fast.

"Thank you for your help. Please don't hesitate to ask if you need anything, and I will do my best to assist you."

Sheng Minghong followed them down the road and saw Song Jinhe organizing people to stuff rags into the window cracks. He said sincerely, "Professor Jiang, Miss Song, that boy was ignorant and offended us before. Please forgive him."

I never expected that after the reshuffling, the other party could still take control of the laboratory so quickly, and I never expected that I would have to beg them for help so soon.

"Don't worry." Professor Zhang had met Jiang Shi'an before. Even if they weren't very familiar with each other, Jiang Shi'an's serious attitude and ability towards research were beyond question.

Jiang Shi'an and Professor Zhang were going to have a meeting to discuss the matter, while Song Jinhe and the others stayed at the clinic.

Cheng Yan was so busy that he barely had time to rest; under the lights outside the clinic, you could even see the silhouettes of flying insects.

They lingered on the windowsill, searching for a crack to enter the room.

A house can't be completely sealed off if it needs to be ventilated. There are some gaps that people can't see, but insects can find them. As the number of insects outside increases, they can't be killed off no matter what. One or two mutated insects have also appeared indoors.

Even setting the air conditioner to 16 degrees Celsius didn't help.

Song Jinhe put on a mask and goggles, then took a torch and tried to knock it down.

"Doctor, doctor! Please come and see my sister!"

Outside the ward on the first floor, a young woman was running and shouting anxiously toward the doctor's office.

Cheng Yan strode toward the ward she pointed to. The girl on the bed had suddenly developed a high fever, causing difficulty breathing and general discomfort.

There weren't enough medical staff, so Zhang Yi and Song Jinhe were helping out, but they weren't even half-baked and could only do so much. It was mainly Cheng Yan and the others who were saving people.

The sound from the electrocardiogram monitor was exceptionally clear in the chaotic ward. The girl's face gradually turned pale, and her convulsions stopped.

The blood in the vomit splashed onto the oxygen mask, and the lines on the monitor suddenly became a straight line.

"How could this happen? She was perfectly fine before. The machine must be broken, right?" The woman rushed over with red eyes, grabbed the girl's hand, and refused to accept reality. "Mom and Dad are dead. We're all left. Wake up! We'll develop a cure soon."

Other patients panicked when they saw this. So far, the mortality rate is low, but what if they wait until their condition worsens before a cure is developed?
“She’s dead. You can’t be so close to her,” Cheng Yan stepped forward to remind him.

The woman watched as the medical staff who had just performed the emergency retreated, and saw the knife in Qi Sixing's hand. She turned it around and held it in front of her, asking, "What are you trying to do?"

“We understand how you feel, but she could turn into a zombie at any moment, and it’s dangerous for you to be standing there,” Zhang Yi said, frowning.

"No, I beg you, please don't hurt her." Song Jinhe gave them a look, signaling them to follow the rules, forcibly drag the person out, and dispose of the body.

Just as Qi Sixing and Zhang Yi were about to step forward, they saw the corpse's fingers move, and its previously closed eyes opened at that moment, with several bloodshot veins embedded in its enlarged pupils.

That face no longer had its former bright smile; only a deathly pallor and coldness remained, along with a ferocious expression.

It roared and lunged at the nearest person, pulling on its IV tubing, causing the other patients in the ward to scream in terror.

The zombie was partially shielded by the oxygen mask on its face, otherwise it would have already bitten the woman's neck.

Taking advantage of the moment when Zhang Yi and the others dragged the woman back, Song Jinhe drew her short knife and slashed her.

The zombie fell, and the woman slumped to the ground, staring at the frozen, grotesque expression on the corpse, her face streaked with tears.

Even if you know in your heart that it is a zombie, how can you not feel pain when you see your only relative die twice in less than two minutes?

Song Jinhe lowered her eyes. She could directly use mental attacks to deal with the zombies, but doing so would definitely arouse suspicion from others.

While she understands the other person's feelings, she wasn't that kind-hearted. She caused trouble for herself and her teammates just to make others feel better.

The other critically ill patients stared blankly as the body was taken away.
"Dr. Cheng, is there any chance we can survive?"
"Don't give up. The lab is trying to find a solution. The longer you persevere, the better your chances will be," Cheng Yanqiang comforted him, despite his exhaustion.

People in the apocalypse are already under a lot of psychological pressure, and they are willing to do anything extreme.

Compared to the situation in the hospital during the zombie outbreak, things are much better now. Fortunately, this disease is still curable.

Fortunately, al-Qaeda is quite capable. While there are usually infighting and checks and balances among the management, they always put the overall situation first when it comes to critical moments and can reach a consensus on crisis management.

"Sister Jinhe, there are bugs all over the windows outside!" someone reported. "There weren't this many just now."

Song Jinhe and the others immediately went to the location he mentioned, and saw that the glass window was covered with a dense layer of mutated insects, their red and black tails appearing particularly bright under the light.

This scene is enough to trigger trypophobia. She has been afraid of these things since she was a child. She once went back to her hometown to worship her ancestors and saw a whole tree covered with wriggling caterpillars, which scared her so much that she broke into a breakdance on the spot.

I've seen all sorts of strange things now, so I'm much calmer.

Under the indoor lights, they fluttered their wings and crashed into people as soon as they saw them. The medical staff and guards were all dressed in full protective gear, so they perched on their clothes, looking for an opportunity.

As soon as Zhuang Ting reached out, the mutated insects fell to the ground and stopped moving, but new ones soon appeared.

Su Lan and Yi Feng, who had just run in with them, had been chased by insects for two miles before this.

"Don't you have the ability to create wind?" Qi Sixing looked at Yi Feng with a puzzled expression. Wouldn't that ability kill a whole group at once?

"Have you ever seen an overwhelming swarm of bugs that you can't seem to kill? The scariest thing is that they seem to be able to damage protective suits. The last time I saw such disgusting bugs was with mutated leeches." Yi Feng was panting heavily.

The insects were swarming outside, and a few more zombies had appeared inside. Song Jinhe and the others had no problem dealing with the zombies, but now the insects were all attracted by the light and would definitely not be able to get out at night. They could only guard the area and wait for dawn.

The only places they could catch their breath and rest were the doctor's office and the examination room next door.