Chapter 421 Admiration

Dr. Sang's words were powerful.

They are also afraid. The less knowledge a person has in this area, the more incredible things he or she will do. It is as if their life is not their own and they dare to put anything in their mouths.

When supplies were extremely scarce, many survivors, unable to bear the hunger, picked fruits that were clearly poisonous, roasted them over a fire, and ate them. As a result, they foamed at the mouth and died of suffocation within a minute.

Are you still thinking about using expired medicines to detoxify and cure diseases?

How did you come up with that?!

Even Chinese herbal medicines must be carefully selected by an experienced physician to ensure that their properties have not changed before attempting to remove the toxins.

The more Dr. Sang thought about it, the more worried he became. He was about to drop his pen and go out to scold him a few more times when he suddenly heard rustling sounds outside the door, followed by the voice of Boss Xia.

When I looked up again, Xia Yanren was already at the door.

"How did you—"

"Come and save them, they are still breathing."

Xia Yan turned sideways, revealing a small cart standing behind her. A person was lying on it, his head wrapped in a burqa drooping limply.

Doctor Sang was startled. He stood up suddenly, picked up the medical kit that was always beside him and hurried out. "Send it directly to the medical room across the street! I'll check it out first."

There were several patients receiving IV drips in the room. When they heard the door open, they raised their heads and supported their upper bodies, looking curiously at the patient who was dressed in black.

After the young nurses finished dressing, they paused for a moment while looking at the patients on the carts with scissors in hand. Then, Dr. Sang scolded them, "What are you still standing there for? Cut off all their clothes! What's more important, a life or a torn piece of clothing? I'll pay for it after I save them!"

The young nurses, wearing medical gloves, grabbed the bottom corners of the gowns and quickly cut them upwards with a snap.

"vomit."

Xia Yan raised his eyes and saw that the young nurse's eyes were red with tears. She didn't dare to look at the sticky threads hanging from the bottom of the gown when she tore it off. It felt like pulling off a piece of expired double-sided tape.

The main thing was that no one expected that the skin under the burqa was covered with pustules of various sizes, one on top of the other, so densely packed that there was not a single piece of healthy skin on the whole body.

As the pustule was pulled, the thin skin was pulled up and the dark green pus inside also swayed. It was terrifying to watch, fearing that it would explode if too much force was used.

When it reached the face, everyone present couldn't help but gasp - the pustules had spread all over the face, even the lips and eyelids were covered with them, just like herpes, and a series of people who saw it couldn't help but feel nauseous.

Dr. Sang suppressed his physiological reaction and fear, bent down to look at the patient's nostrils, and the next second.

"Hurry up and get the tools! The pus is about to block my nostrils!"

A long, pointed, sterilized needle was placed in her palm, and without a second thought, she punctured the abscess.

Bang.

Xia Yan looked away.

The patient receiving an IV drip was sent to another room by the nurse with his eyes wide open.

Only after Dr. Sang saw that the patient's breathing was unobstructed did he take the towel and wipe the liquid off his face.

At this time, other doctors rushed over and pushed the door open. Seeing the patient lying on the cart in a miserable state, they were stunned for just a moment and then started the tense rescue process.

Xia Yan sincerely admires doctors.

As the burqa was taken off, in addition to the pus-filled body, other physical changes were revealed to everyone.

Abnormally thick joints, bent palms that cannot be straightened, deformed facial features that cannot be covered by pustules, and a swelling under each person's neck that looks like a bloated frog, which looks very weird.

The most pitiful thing is that there is a child inside with a wide nose and extremely wide-set eyes. After opening his lips, his teeth are as sparse as an 80-year-old man. He looks more like a dwarf than a child.

Xia Yan asked the little bears to put the person on the bed covered with disposable film, then turned and walked out of the emergency room.

The unfamiliar patients waiting in line outside the opposite clinic stared at her and moved along with her movements.

But unfortunately, they knew her, but she didn't know them.

There are survivors coming to the base every day, how can she remember them all?

And even if he remembered someone now, Xia Yan would not recognize him/her after he/she gained weight - after all, being fat and being too thin are completely different.

Xia Yan smiled, nodded slightly to them and walked away.

There may be some highly sophisticated intellectuals in the crowd, who were once upper-class people, but now one can no longer glimpse a trace of their past from their faces that are full of wrinkles when they smile and their eyes that are lifeless.

The seemingly endless suffering has worn away the education and beliefs they once received, and the only thing that has kept them going until now is the instinctive desire to survive.

Xia Yan passed the middle of the team and stopped.

An old man with messy white hair was being supported by someone. He wore twisted glasses with spiderweb cracks on his nose. Behind the only small intact fragment, his yellow and turbid eyeballs were revealed, and he was looking at her.

She said kindly, "I sell glasses in my store. If you need them, you can come over and take a look."

The old man moved his lips, and the middle-aged man standing next to him replied cautiously: "Thank you for the reminder, boss."

"No problem."

...

When Xia Yan was handing today's delivery note to the publicity team, a young nurse rushed into the hall, as if grabbing the last straw, and said anxiously:

"Boss Xia, go and try to persuade them! Those patients you sent here yesterday are clamoring to be discharged today. Doctor Sang can't persuade them, and they almost got into a fight!"

"What?" Xia Yan placed a thick stack of delivery notes in the team leader's hands. "They're alive?"

Little Nurse: ...

Did people say that?

Xia Yan waved his hand: "Then let them go. Don't tell me you don't have the crystal cores to pay for the medical expenses?"

The young nurse was angry: "No, when has our hospital ever received any fees? The main thing is that they haven't recovered yet, how can they leave? There are no disinfection tools when they go back, and it will be easy to get infected if not handled properly!"

Xia Yan thought of the dark and gloomy place where the men in black lived, and he agreed with the nurse's idea. There was not even sunlight in that shabby place, and it would be a miracle if he could recover from his injuries. Going back would be seeking death.

Wait a minute, if they had no desire to survive, why would they run to the restaurant door to ask for help through recruitment? Based on their previous temper, wouldn’t they rather die than come?

If you want to live, why do you want to go back as soon as you wake up?

Xia Yan fell into deep thought.

After a while, she looked at the nurse again and said, "Let's go. I'll go take a look."

As soon as he stepped into the hospital gate, a burning man roared angrily and rushed out of the ward: "I said, we are already healed, why are you stopping us from leaving?!"

Dr. Sang was also trying to suppress his anger: "Which quack said you're healed? Point it out to me. You almost died of shock yesterday, and you're completely healed today? You're not even as fast as a space rocket flying into space!"