Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 148 Circuit Faults
As time goes on and the problem is not resolved, the number of critically ill patients will only increase, and we cannot relax for a moment.

Song Jinhe and the others were fine, but Cheng Yan was so exhausted that his head was buzzing. He had just switched shifts with another doctor and had only had a short rest.

Sheng Kai brought his talented subordinates to guard the gate. The appearance of zombies outside did not affect him, but he became suspicious and called the doctor to check several times.

At this moment, the conference room in the central area management building is also lit up.

The person in charge of drug management explained, "Currently, antibiotics can barely meet the needs of the central area and the specialized technical staff; they also need to be distributed to other treatment centers."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted: "Strict control measures will be implemented over temporary accommodations and factory dormitories. The delivery of scarce supplies will be temporarily suspended."

"What do you mean? Without medicine, aren't you just sending the people inside to their deaths?"

"Don't you know what I mean? Save supplies, prepare for the worst, protect the central area first, and ensure the base's normal operation. Isn't that what you all think? Aren't you just waiting for someone to say it so you can take the blame later? What do you two think?"

All eyes turned to Zhou and Gu Huai; one had an armory, the other possessed exceptional talent and led a core team, and also had connections at the laboratory.
More than one person has been trying to find out about Jiang Shi'an's strength these days, all wanting to take control of the laboratory. It's such an important force, but none of them have succeeded. They can't even get their hands on the most core parts of the laboratory.

They all initially wanted to recruit Jiang Shi'an, but soon realized they had found a tough opponent. He never considered taking sides; he was on his own.

Both teams that entered the base at the same time were quite strong, and Su Lan was holding back and hadn't positioned herself properly.
The other team seemed rather mediocre, with only one person possessing a gravity talent and the rest being quite average, yet it was said that the four of them managed to take down the ancient village.

"Confirm how much medical supplies we can still allocate, and try to send some to the factory dormitories for those with a higher chance of survival," Zhou He said. "The rest will be handled as you suggested. Does anyone have any objections?"

Protecting the core area is essential, and we must also demonstrate our stance from the outside to maintain the stability of the base.

Riots have occurred before in the past year or so, and when it comes to that point, the only solution is to eliminate all those involved and expel their families from the base.

Shila-

At 2 a.m., the overhead light flickered a few times.

Song Jinhe sat up straight, and she suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Pay attention to the movements in the intensive care unit."

As soon as he finished speaking, everything suddenly went dark.

Once your eyes have adjusted to the light, you won't even be able to see your own outstretched fingers.

The streetlights outside the window were also off; in fact, the entire circuit was malfunctioning. However, light could still be seen coming from the direction of the management building.

"The lights went out, what should I do?"

Where's the flashlight?

"Doctor? Nurse? What happened? The machines have stopped!"

All around were sounds of panic. People were groping for emergency lights outside the ward. The patients inside, who were already on edge, were even more panicked, especially in the intensive care unit, where everyone was afraid that a zombie might suddenly appear nearby.

"Qi Sixing," Song Jinhe called out, picking up her weapon.

Qi Sixing understood, "I'm going to the intensive care unit now."

Song Jinhe opened the drawer, found the flashlight, and before she could turn it on, a light suddenly appeared in front of her. Looking up, she saw a ball of light in Su Lan's palm.

In the dimly lit corridor, many people were walking out out of fear, and several medical staff tried to persuade everyone to go back home despite calling out with flashlights for a long time.

"Don't worry? How can we be at ease! Around 11 o'clock, someone turned into a zombie. It was so dark, we couldn't even see the zombies when they came!"

Song Jinhe instructed Zhang Yi and the others to keep an eye on the door, and then she took a flashlight and quickly walked towards the adjacent intensive care unit.

Before the power outage, there were guards watching over the place, but once the power went out, chaos erupted inside and out, and even the guards themselves were in danger. If zombies appeared in this situation, countless people in the entire building would die.

Something happened in the last restroom!

Song Jinhe strode over, kicked open the door to the men's restroom, and shot the corpse that had just gotten up from the ground through the head with the gun in her hand.

"Looks like he tripped and fell during the power outage. It was chaotic outside, so his cries for help didn't get through." Su Lan, standing behind him, narrowed her eyes. "How did you know there were zombies in the men's restroom?"

The body on the ground was likely caused by panic during the power outage, resulting in a fall and suffocation from vomiting blood; there was a large bloodstain on its chest.

Song Jinhe twirled the flashlight. "I didn't know there were zombies. When I passed by, I vaguely heard violent vomiting sounds. Something felt wrong, so I went to check it out."

Su Lan's gaze fell on the bloodstains that had splattered onto the wall when the gun was fired.

She didn't seem to be heading towards the men's restroom just now; she paused for a moment before turning back to kick the door.

However, it's not difficult to make the performance seem reasonable.

"You seem unusually wary of me?" Su Lan said casually.

"Excuse my bluntness, but I'm wary of everyone outside the team, not just you," Song Jinhe said frankly and matter-of-factly.

Su Lan:
It makes sense, but something feels off.

She seemed to have no desire to interact with their team at all; she was not only wary but also repulsed, except for Yi Feng, who was somewhat better.

The bodies in the bathroom were carried out and placed together with the others in front. After the power outage, the cold air in the building dissipated quickly. To prevent insects, they were all wrapped up tightly, and the gaps in the windows were sealed. In addition, the building was crowded.

Once the temperature rises, and the whole body feels like it's on fire, it becomes even more unbearable for those patients.

The work continued all night, and the group, who were already tired and sleepy, were wide awake in the sweltering heat.

Not only was it hot, but the stench of corpses in the air also gradually intensified.

At such high temperatures, those corpses with festering skin would decompose even faster.

People who have lived outside and smelled the odor of zombies all the time don't find it bad; they're used to it. It's just hot, though. Even with a rechargeable handheld fan, Song Jinhe couldn't get any relief.

As soon as it got light, the number of mutated insects outside decreased.

Song Jinhe couldn't stand it any longer, so she lit a torch and rushed outside, where the environment was more comfortable than inside.

With the cooperation of several gifted individuals, the remaining mutated insects were quickly cleared out, the corpses scattered on the ground were gathered and burned, and the bodies inside were removed by the cleanup team.

Around 5 a.m., the power was finally restored, and the air conditioner started running again.

Five people died in the central area last night, and more than a dozen people died at the temporary shelters. The number of deaths this morning has not yet been tallied.

The number of critically ill patients has doubled.

Song Jinhe and the others didn't go back to rest until 8 a.m., when the shift change team arrived.

After throwing the used protective suits into the designated trash can, Qi Sixing grinned, "The marks on your faces..."

Song Jinhe showed him the reflection in the glass.

The marks left by the goggles, the smell of sweat—we were all the same.

"I think mine is more symmetrical and looks better," Qi Sixing nodded confidently.