Chapter Seventy: The Mysterious Outpatient Building

Han Yu called out to Mu Qingyu. This time, without Mo Huaiyu's special ability, he could see the horde of zombies rushing towards them with his own eyes from the second floor!

That's right, it's sprinting!

The zombies have upgraded and are now faster.

Mu Qingyu carried Mo Huaiyu up the water pipe and climbed upstairs. Just as Han Yu and Mu Qingyu were pulled through the window by their combined power, the zombies downstairs rushed to the hospital's main entrance and began banging on it.

The sound of Molotov cocktails hitting the ground could still be heard not far away. This time, the people in the hotel had to use Molotov cocktails to throw large numbers of them into the horde of zombies.

"How do they have that kind of thing?" Mu Qingyu was quite puzzled; it was a hotel, not an arms factory.

“Homemade incendiary bombs can be made with alcohol,” Han Yu said.

"It's easy to make, and quite powerful. It's a favorite homemade weapon of street thugs. It was invented during World War II." Mu Qingrong chimed in from the side, "That's a hotel; they should have a lot of alcohol stored there."

Mu Qingyu nodded and gently helped Mo Huaiyu back into his wheelchair: "I see."

Mu Qingrong stepped forward and grabbed Mu Qingyu's injured arm, where a shard of glass was still embedded. He felt heartache but even more anger: "Those people went too far. If they didn't want us to pass, they could have at least called out first. Instead, they threw Molotov cocktails without saying a word!"

Mu Qingyu hadn't felt any pain before, but now that she relaxed, she felt the pain. She frowned and looked around, realizing that they had entered a dental clinic, and Han Yu had already started searching for anything useful—they had all been injured to varying degrees by the Molotov cocktails.

"Don't bother looking. The dental clinic doesn't have disinfectant or gauze. Go to the trauma department instead," Mu Qingyu said.

"No, something's strange." Han Yu turned around: "Look here, apart from the large, immovable equipment, everything else in the department, such as medicines and small instruments, has been taken away. Didn't that kid say there was no one in this building?" He looked at the pale-faced Mo Huaiyu as he spoke.

Mo Huaiyu glanced at Han Yu with his dark eyes. Clearly, this man had some doubts about his abilities. He closed his eyes and prepared to probe the floor once more.

Mu Qingyu stopped him by pressing his shoulder: "I told you, don't force yourself to use up all your superpowers." As she spoke, she pointed to the mirror that came with the dental chair: "Go and look at your face now, it's as white as paper."

Then she turned to Mu Qingrong and said, "Qingrong, come with me, let's look around."

“Okay.” Mu Qingrong nodded quickly. If they couldn’t find medical supplies, he and his sister could go somewhere where no one could see them. His sister had tools and medicine in her “treasure box”. They would treat his sister’s wound first.

"Hey," Mu Qingyu said to Han Yu again, "Don't rely on a little kid for everything. Let's split up and search the floors. If you need anything, just shout." The last sentence sounded rather insincere.

Han Yu pointed to her own nose: "Are you trying to fob me off like this? What do you mean 'hey'? My name is Han Yu, and I don't even know yours!"

Mu Qingyu ignored him and turned to look at Ji Qingqing, who had been silent ever since she came up.

Ji Qingqing was very nervous under Mu Qingyu's gaze. She knew that she had somewhat forced her way in, and her mind immediately began to think about what she should do if Mu Qingyu kicked her out.

Upon hearing Han Yu introduce herself, Ji Qingqing, in her nervousness, blurted out, "My name is Ji Qingqing!" She immediately regretted it, thinking, "What did I say? Did they even ask for my name?"

Unexpectedly, Mu Qingyu nodded: "Ji Qingqing, do you have a physical mutation?"

Ji Qingqing nodded without thinking, afraid that if she was even a beat slower, Mu Qingyu would kick her out.

"Can you stay in this consultation room with Mo Huaiyu, close the door, and protect his safety?" Mu Qingyu asked her.

Ji Qingqing's heart instantly raced with excitement. She understood that this was Mu Qingyu giving her a second chance. This time, without any hesitation, she nodded immediately: "I can do it, I can do it!"

Mu Qingyu nodded, and then said to Mo Huaiyu, "Rest well, take good care of yourself, and call us if you need anything." This was completely different from her perfunctory reply to Han Yu earlier, "Just call us if you need anything." She knew that Mo Huaiyu was carrying a walkie-talkie that Mu Qingrong had modified, with a communication range sufficient to cover the entire outpatient building.

Mo Huaiyu nodded immediately; he understood what Mu Qingyu meant.

It wasn't until it was time to leave that Mu Qingyu finally spoke to Han Yu. She pointed to herself and said, "Mu Qingyu." She then pointed to Mu Qingrong and Mo Huaiyu and gave them their names.

The outpatient building has three floors. Mu Qingyu and her brother were in charge of the second floor, while Han Yu went to the first floor.

I had expected it to be a long search, but it wasn't.

As Mo Huaiyu had said, the entire outpatient building was indeed deserted. However, they also discovered that most of the useful items had been taken.

When they returned to the dental clinic and met up with Han Yu, Han Yu said, "This place is a ghost! There's no one here, everything has been taken. I even went to the pharmacy on the first floor, and all the medicine was gone. However, I did find a few bottles of disinfectant and gauze. You can treat your wound first."

"Not only that." Mu Qingyu took the iodine and gauze from Han Yu, her expression grave. "The strangest thing is that although everything is in a mess, and it certainly looks like a disaster has occurred, there are no corpses on the ground, no people, and no zombies."

“There’s blood, but no body. Someone must have cleaned it up. Judging from this, there should be living people here, but we haven’t found any. This place is too strange,” Mu Qingrong added.

"I'll explore this hospital more thoroughly once I feel a bit better," Mo Huaiyu said.

Neither of them mentioned leaving. Now, hundreds of zombies, having swarmed in from all directions, had gathered outside the hospital. The backyard of the outpatient building was also teeming with zombies. How could they possibly escape?

"Tsk! No way!" Han Yu's expression turned serious for once. "There's definitely something fishy about this place. I don't believe we can't find anything!" With that, he waved his hand and turned to leave.

Mu Qingyu ignored him and only asked Mu Qingrong to help treat her wounds. The others also had injuries of varying degrees, but none were as serious as hers, so they all had their wounds treated here.

"Sister, your wound is a bit big. It would be best if it were stitched up." Mu Qingrong frowned as she looked at the wound on her sister's arm.

Mu Qingyu gently shook her head: "We don't have that option right now. It's okay, let's get it bandaged first and talk about it later."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Han Yu roared, "Mu Qingyu, come down here! There's definitely something fishy about this place!"