"The concentration of ephedrine has been lowered by 3%." He wiped off the liquid medicine that had splashed onto his eyelids, "and replaced it with the expired painkillers from the bottom layer of the cold storage."

Administrator Zhou suddenly rushed in with a half-box of frosted medicines, and his protective suit was still covered with ice from the cold storage.

When Pharmacist Zhao took the medicine, he found that the production date on the packaging box was circled in red pen - this was the special mark that Mou Xuan required all medicines to have last month.

When the tenth dose of improved medicine was injected into the patient who had been in a coma the longest, Medical Student Sun suddenly raised the monitor: "Blood oxygen saturation has returned to 90%!" The back of his protective suit stained with fluorescent powder was completely soaked with sweat, and the "Pathogenicity Atlas of Variants" in his hand had been added with seventeen pages of handwritten annotations at some point.

The knot in Nurse Qian's magic rope suddenly made a crisp sound.

When the thirty-sixth plastic bead was dyed starry blue, the isolation curtain of the southeast corner ward was finally raised.

The spider web pattern on Dr. Gu's neck was burned into gray-white scars by the laser pen, and the amber crystals beneath his body revealed a vague eagle wing pattern under the ultraviolet light.

"Immediately burn all crystals with this mark." When Mou Xuan scanned the pattern into the tablet, he caught a glimpse of Chen Yao quietly dealing with the dark blue bloodstains.

She deftly turned her tourniquet-wrapped wrist and dropped the contaminated cotton ball into a special lead box.

Seven days later, when the last patient stopped coughing up blood, the purple medicine invented by Pharmacist Zhao had filled half of the cold storage.

The "Emergency Medical Manual" compiled by Medical Student Sun during the treatment process is now being printed in batches by a copier. The cover also has a special waterproof coating made from mutant bat skin.

"Here is the list of supplies you requested." Administrator Zhou took the initiative to find Mou Xuan, and added a new drug classification module to the inventory statistics on the tablet. "But the stock of antipyretic drugs is only enough to support two weeks..."

Mou Xuan's gaze lingered on the red warning in the "anesthetic" column for a moment, and suddenly the buzzing sound of the residual time power sounded in his ears.

He looked out the window at the new medical team that was training - Nurse Qian was teaching the survivors to weave tourniquets with mutant vines, and the counting knot in her hand had already strung the ninety-eighth plastic bead.

Chen Yao's fingertips suddenly touched his furrowed brows.

When their protective suits touched each other, Mou Xuan smelled the dark blue potion remaining on her cuffs. The color was exactly the same as the eagle wing pattern in the virus crystal.