The Immortal King has a farming system (Quick Transmigration)

Chapter 40: The End of the World

We were driving slowly on a rainy day because we had to find the exact location of the biscuit factory. So after reaching the suburbs, we took a detour.

By the time we found the correct location, it was already dark and it was difficult to see the road without turning on the headlights.

The factory gates were locked.

A man wearing a raincoat and a helmet jumped out of the leading car, ran to the security room, killed the zombies inside, and opened the door with the key.

After the car drove in, the man quickly closed the door.

The psychic got out of the car wearing a raincoat and a helmet to clean up the zombies.

It took an hour for them to settle in. The RV drove into the warehouse, and the door closed, isolating the warehouse from the outside world.

The half-stocked warehouse of biscuits solved the urgent problem.

Everyone ate biscuits to fill their stomachs, and occasionally a few low coughs were heard.

Mu Qian and Yun Huan first opened the door of the RV to give Yun Mo, who was meditating inside, some fresh air.

Mu Qian: “Cough cough cough”

Mu Qian coughed softly, Yun Huan's expression changed, and he put his hand on his forehead.

Yun Huan: Brother: “Do you have a fever?”

Mu Qian: "Just a little uncomfortable"

Mu Qian: “It’s okay.”

Yun Huan: Brother: "What do you mean it's okay?!"

Yun Huan had the cardboard boxes dismantled and spread on the ground, and then forced Mu Qian to lie on the cardboard.

Yun Huan: Brother: "Lie down for a while" Mu Qian: "I can't..."

Yun Huan: Brother: "Just lie down if I tell you to."

Yun Huan: Brother: "Without you, we will all be crippled!"

Mu Qian pursed his lips and lay down.

Yan Hua: “What’s going on?”

Yun Huan: Brother: "He has a fever"

Yan Hua: “What?”

Yun Huan: Brother: "Don't make a fuss"

Yun Huan: Brother: "Go find Shen Jiao"

Yun Huan: Brother: "Count the number of people with fever together."

Yan Hua: “(Frowning)”

Yan Hua: “This is a warehouse.”

Yan Hua: "If too many people have a fever," Yan Hua: "There is no way to isolate them."

Yun Huan: Brother: "The staff accommodation area is to the south of here."

Yun Huan: Brother: "If there are many people with fever..."

Yun Huan: Brother: "Clean up that place overnight."

Yun Huan: Brother: "Put those with fever over there and isolate them."

Yan Hua: “Can this be done?”

Yan Hua: "I'll go find Shen Jiao to count the number of people."

Yun Huan: Brother: “Yeah”

Yun Huan's face looked very bad. He could hear bursts of coughing just by standing there. It was obvious that many people had fever.

On the other side, Baili Fusheng's face was pale, as if he was seriously ill and about to die.

Wang Qi: "Hundred Miles"

Wang Qi supported Baili Fusheng, while Dakuan quickly found some cardboard boxes, opened them, and spread them on the ground. After Wang Qi helped Baili Fusheng sit down, Baili Fusheng spoke with a faint sigh.

Baili Fusheng: "If anyone in our team who has a fever is isolated..."

Baili Fusheng: "Don't stop"

Wang Qi: "People from our team?"

Baili Fusheng: "There are too many elderly, weak, women and children in our team"

Baili Fusheng: "They are weak"

People with weak bodies are more likely to turn into zombies. Baili Fusheng didn't say it explicitly, but Wang Qi already understood it.

He turned around and looked around. 70% of those coughing were the elderly, the weak, women and children, and the remaining 30% were young and middle-aged people. The disparity in proportion was huge.

Wang Qi: "You take a rest first"

Wang Qi: "I'll go discuss this with Mu Qian."

Wang Qi: "Da Kuan"

Wang Qi: "Take good care of Baili," Dakuan promised, patting his chest.

Dakuan: "Don't worry, Boss"

Wang Qi walked hurriedly and heavy-footed to find Mu Qian, but found that Mu Qian was lying on the cardboard and coughing.

His face changed and he ran forward in two steps.

Wang Qi: "Why are you coughing too?"

Before Mu Qian could say anything, Yun Huan grabbed him.

Yun Huan: Brother: "Don't disturb him"

Wang Qi: "You think I am what I am thinking"

Wang Qi: "It's not that many people here are coughing."

Wang Qi: "I'll make the decision."

Yun Huan: Brother: "Count the number of people and report back."

Wang Qi: “Ah?”

Wang Qi: "And then?"

Yun Huan: Brother: "Of course it's isolation." Wang Qi: "How?"

Yun Huan: Brother: "Just obey the instructions"

Wang Qi: "OK"

Wang Qi: "I'll have someone do the statistics right away."

The statistics came out soon.

The total number of people was 209, and 60 of them had fever.

The elderly, the weak, women and children account for half of the total number of people with fever.

There were only forty elderly, weak, women and children in total.

Wang Qi looked at the data in front of him and his face turned unhappy.

Among the sixty people with fever, fifty-six were from his family.

On Mu Qian's side, besides Mu Qian, there was a girl washing vegetables in the kitchen, an uncle who followed Shen Jiao to handle logistics, and an ordinary member of the team.