Chapter 165: We Will All Survive

The area two meters away from Chen Yao had become an empty area, and no patient would choose to lie next to him.

Two workers were standing beside Chen Yao, cleaning up the vomit on the ground.

At noon, the staff in the camp came to distribute food to the patients. While they were eating, Xiang Yu was able to rest for a while.

Sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, Xiang Yu took out food from his backpack, which was a plastic lunch box.

There are chicken legs, cold dishes, stir-fried vegetables, rice, and a combination of meat and vegetables.

At this time, everyone in the camp was eating. Xiang Yu sat in the corner and quickly finished the lunch box in his hand.

Three days later, five mission vehicles drove into the camp from level A. Xiang Yu was assigned to move goods and no longer had to help in the medical tent.

Because most of the people who came with them this time were professional doctors and nurses, compared to temporary workers like Xiang Yu.

They are more experienced in caring for patients.

Two of the mission vehicles were filled with accompanying medical personnel, and the remaining three mission vehicles were filled with antibiotics.

More than a hundred people worked together to move the goods, and it took them half an hour to unload all the things on the truck. They looked at the medicine boxes stacked on the ground.

Xiang Yu estimated that there were only more than 5,000 at most, but there were tens of thousands of severely infected survivors in the camp.

This amount of medicine is probably just a drop in the bucket.

After moving the goods, Xiang Yu, under the instructions of the medical staff, unpacked all the boxes of medicines, which contained small cans of antibiotics.

The accompanying medical staff began to get busy, mixing antibiotics and medicines in equal proportions.

A dozen doctors began to check the list of patients in the booklet, listing all those with more serious conditions.

These antibiotics will be used on them first. Xiang Yu was holding a tray with more than 20 bottles of antibiotics on it.

Her task today was to follow the accompanying doctors and assist them.

There were a little more medicine than she expected, more than 8,000 bottles, but the majority of patients did not receive any.

"Doctor, why don't you give us medicine first? My infection is also very serious."

"Yes, I need to get the medicine too. Give it to us first."

"I don't want to die, please, doctor, give me one."

"Why do they have it but we don't? I have a serious infection and my body feels like it's burning every day."

"My wound hurts too. Doctor, please take a look at me. Look at what's on my body."

"Please, doctor, give me one. I really need it. My wife and children are waiting for me in H City. I want to go back alive."

When these medical staff first came in to give the patients antibiotics, the infected people around them had not yet noticed.

But as the medical staff began to read out the numbers from the booklet and injected the medicine one shot at a time, they all realized that something was wrong.

The survivors lying on the ground propped themselves up and hugged the legs of the medical staff closest to them with their hands.

Begging bitterly.

Even Xiang Yu's left and right legs were held by two patients. The scene before him was what Xiang Yu had expected.

The patrol team had been waiting on the side. They stepped forward and injected the tranquilizers in their hands into the emotionally agitated infected people.

Soon their bodies fell limply, with despair in their eyes.

More than 8,000 doses of medicine were administered in just one afternoon to comfort the infected people.

The captain shouted in the camp with a bullhorn.

"Dear infected people, this is only the first batch of medicines that have arrived. They are used on those patients because their injuries are very serious."

"I know what you are thinking, and I sympathize with your injuries, but the second batch of medicine will be delivered soon."

"Please be patient and wait a little longer. We will all survive. The medicine will be delivered and everyone will be able to get the shot."

"I believe you can see every day those medical staff busy in the tents. Almost all the medicines in the camp will be provided to you first."

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After his comforting speech, everyone's emotions were obviously calmer. It was almost dark at this time, and Xiang Yu took his tent from the luggage storage area.

I randomly found a piece of land and set up the tent there.

The camp is now overcrowded and there are not enough medical tents. There are many infected people who have just been rescued.

They all slept in the open air.

Xiang Yu looked at the tents of the survivors nearby and estimated that in a few days, the tents where these survivors rested would also be occupied by the infected people.

The next morning, two more mission vehicles drove into the camp. They were the second group of survivors to participate in the rescue mission.

After having breakfast in the tent in the morning, Xiang Yu was called aside by the team leader. Soon, more than a dozen people came over.

"Come with me..." The team leader led a few people up the mountain and arrived at the destination more than half an hour later.