Chapter 167: You're the Big Head Ghost

Led by Commander Chen, the group quickly came to the fourth floor.

Lin Qingqing and the other two on the 1st to 4th floor immediately sensed something was amiss. There were no patients walking around on this floor, and the corridors were filled with armed police with wooden muskets. They were fully armed and their eyes were scanning Lin Qingqing and the others sharply.

The closer you get to the fourth floor, the denser the armed police guarding the place become.

Starting from the stairs on the fourth floor, there is one person every five steps...one person every three steps...and one person every one step.

At the door of the intensive care isolation ward, there were more than a dozen armed police officers standing closely together. Their equipment was the same as that of other armed police officers, but the difference was that they were all wearing isolation suits.

Commander Chen took a group of people to the changing room next to the isolation ward and asked everyone to put on isolation suits.

"For special conditions, everyone must enter wearing isolation suits and must be dressed neatly."

Zhang Xiaoli panicked when she heard this. She pulled Lin Qingqing aside and asked, "Qingqing, could it be that Team Leader Song and the others have contracted an infectious disease?"

Lin Qingqing understood but could only say that she didn't understand. She shook her head.

Xiuhong's face turned pale as she hurriedly reminded Lin Qingqing and Zhang Xiaoli, "Hurry up and put them on. You two must put them on properly. Didn't you see that all the soldiers are wearing them?"

She was extremely panicked now. When she saw the state of the guards, she felt that this time the situation was very dangerous.

Zhang Xiaoli held back her tears and quickly put on the isolation suit.

After the three of them put on their clothes, Wang Wei asked them to check each other and make sure that the buttons were fastened where the skin was not covered by the clothes.

After everyone was dressed, Commander Chen led a group of people out of the changing room and came to the door of the intensive care isolation ward.

He told the armed police captain on guard the identities of Lin Qingqing and others, as well as the purpose of their visit.

Everyone entering and leaving the intensive care isolation ward, even doctors, must pass his examination before entering.

Several minutes of inspection time passed.

Zhang Xiaoli and Xiuhong went from being panicked to anxious, and both of them were so anxious that they almost stamped their feet.

After the inspection, the armed police captain used a special key to open the door of the isolation ward and then saluted.

The armed police on the entire floor all raised their hands and saluted. The scene was so solemn that it was a bit depressing.

The door opened, and Commander Chen, the chief, and Committee Member Wang entered the isolation ward first, followed closely by Lin Qingqing and the other two, holding hands.

Jiang Haixia and other leaders of S㹐 were standing guard outside the door in isolation suits, as the ward was not suitable for multiple people to enter at once.

As soon as the group entered the ward, they saw a scene that made their scalps tingle.

The ward inside was about ten steps away from the door. Double-layer glass isolated the patients inside, so even if they went in, they could only see through the glass.

Lin Qingqing and the other two looked through the glass and saw that there were bloody people lying on the six beds. Their skin was red and ulcerated, and not a single piece was healthy. There were several tubes inserted into their bodies, and the tubes were filled with thick yellowish fluid that was being drawn out of the skin.

If you don't withdraw, the condition will worsen faster.

The skin on the six people's faces had ulcerated, making it impossible to tell who was who.

There was bloody pus accumulating under the bodies of these six patients, and the medical staff had no time to clean it up.

There were three infusion bottles hanging above each bed, and the whole scene looked extremely miserable.

Medical staff in isolation suits were running back and forth between the beds, and several doctors were sitting at the table at the other end of the ward, writing and drawing while discussing something.

Zhang Xiaoli and Xiuhong could no longer stop their tears from flowing, and soon a large area of their chests were wet.

Lin Qingqing stood between the two of them, supporting them and preventing either of them from falling to the ground.

The chief and Commissioner Wang took a look at the situation inside, looked at each other and said nothing.

They had fought among the dead, seen countless people missing limbs, and even seen people being fried into a pulp right before their eyes.

The two people who had experienced such a thing were also frightened when they saw the appearance of Song Yiyuan and others lying on the hospital bed.

Commander Chen looked at Lin Qingqing and the other two and said, "Three military wives, we asked you to come all this way here to give the soldiers confidence and to give them more fortitude to persevere after seeing their families. His condition took a turn for the worse this afternoon, becoming like this in just two hours. The current situation is not optimistic. The doctors here are all from Kyoto. Don't worry, the troops will do their best."

Commander Chen's words were all about comfort, but to Zhang Xiaoli and Xiuhong they undoubtedly felt like a knife stabbing them in the heart.

The two of them held up their hands against the glass, not daring to look at the scene in the ward.

Commander Chen pointed to the bed numbers and called out the names of several people.

"Bed number one is Comrade Song Yiyuan, bed number two is Comrade Zhang Liang, bed number three is Comrade Zhou Lie, bed number four is Comrade Zou Feng, and bed number five is Comrade Xi Aiguo."

When Zhang Xiaoli heard Aiguo's name, she immediately leaned over the glass and looked at bed number five.

After looking at it for a few times, she could no longer hold back her tears. It was so painful. Her man was in so much pain.

Her heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife, and she was so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe.

Xiuhong is not much better than Xiaoli. She and her husband have known each other since childhood, and she has never seen her husband injured so badly.

She knocked on the glass, hoping that the person on the bed would look up at her and hold on.

The medical staff inside heard the knock on the glass and walked quickly to the glass.

Commander Chen made a gesture to the medical staff, who nodded. She then quickly walked back to the bedside and told several medical staff that the soldier's family members had arrived.

Song Yiyuan, Zhang Liang, and Aiguo's medical staff told the three of them the news. Zhang Liang in bed number 1 raised his right arm. Seeing his action, Xiuhong knocked on the glass a few more times.

Aiguo didn't react at all, and I don't know if he was unconscious.

When Song Yiyuan heard the medical staff say that Lin Qingqing had arrived, he raised his head with difficulty and looked at Lin Qingqing in the isolation suit outside the glass. Her face was cold without any sadness or sorrow. He sneered in his heart and lowered his head.

After taking a few deep breaths, he used his own blood to write the three words "回沙㹐".

The medical staff looked at it, wrote a few words on the notebook, and went to the glass to point the notebook towards the people outside.

"Bed number one, let's get back to Shaanxi."

Lin Qingqing, who was outside the glass wall, naturally saw Song Yiyuan's actions.

Lin Qingqing: You big head ghost, if you want to die, I won’t let you die.