The disinfection lamp flickered violently amid the alarm, and Mou Xuan's tactical eyepiece automatically filtered out the glaring red light.
Chen Yao grabbed the sterile gauze and pressed the bleeding spot behind Dr. Gu's ear. The liquid that overflowed between her fingers had a metallic luster.
"Assemble in three minutes." Expert Li tore off his protective mask and threw it on the operating table, revealing bloodshot eyes. "This is definitely the latest variant of flesh-eating bacteria. I found it in the culture dish when I was treating a rabies patient last week--"
"But all pathogen tests came back negative." Medical student Sun's hands were shaking as he held up the tablet computer. Real-time monitoring data was jumping on the screen. "Unless someone has tampered with the sterilization parameters of medical supplies."
Pharmacist Zhao suddenly pushed open the door of the pharmacy, holding three cold liquid nitrogen tanks in his arms: "The antibiotics that were soaked in acid rain last month are still on the third floor of the cold storage!" The ice on his military boots left messy marks on the ground with his footsteps, and there was a half-unsealed tube of anticoagulant pinned to the side of his tactical vest.
Mou Xuan grabbed Dr. Gu's arm with corpse spots and pressed it under the scanner. The holographic projection immediately decomposed the seven layers of tissue sections: "Nurse Qian, recheck the list of all personnel who have come into contact with postoperative care equipment."
"When changing shifts at two in the morning..." Nurse Qian suddenly rushed to the monitor, and the cuff of her protective suit rubbed against the mucus oozing from the patient's clavicle. "The color of the wound exudate changes from indigo to amber every 108 seconds!" She trembled and raised the cotton swab soaked with fluorescent liquid. "This is exactly the same as the color change pattern of the healing gel used to treat radiation burns last week!"
The entire emergency room suddenly fell into silence.
Chen Yao's stethoscope slipped from the pocket of her white coat, and the blue-green bacterial film on the metal diaphragm was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"It's not bacteria." Pharmacist Zhao suddenly slammed the liquid nitrogen tank onto the lab table, and the frozen medicine in the condenser showed strange rainbow patterns. "It's the batch of medical sutures contaminated by acid rain that are metabolizing the antibiotics!" He tore open Dr. Gu's surgical gown, and sure enough, there was a half-unabsorbed synthetic suture squirming under the dark red scar.
Expert Li's hand was throbbing with veins as he grabbed the microforceps: "Prepare the No. 4 antidote base solution immediately!" He turned to Medical Student Sun and shouted, "Go to the cold storage and get all the expired ceftriaxone sodium to use as a catalyst!"
Mou Xuan pressed the base's main control switch, and thirty-seven culture cabins popped out backup power interfaces at the same time.
Chen Yao had already brought Qian Nurse and pushed a whole truck of frozen plasma. The frost on the protective mask fell off as she ran.
When the seventh dose of improved inhibitor was injected into the vein, the livor mortis behind Dr. Gu's ear began to fade at a rate of three millimeters per minute.
Medical student Sun stared at the mixed medicine spinning in the centrifuge, and suddenly grabbed the intercom and shouted: "We need a double dose of radioactive isotopes to stabilize the molecular structure!"
"Use the backup energy of the CT machine!" Material manager Zhou suddenly kicked open the door of the power distribution room, holding 27 nuclear energy batteries that were glowing red in his arms. "The scrapped pacemakers we collected last time can still release 800 millisieverts!"
The abnormal indicators on the holographic screen returned to zero at 4:17 am.
Pharmacist Zhao sat slumped on the radiation-proof floor tiles that were spilled with liquid medicine, holding half a tube of the fluorescent final synthetic agent in his hand.
Expert Li took off his gloves corroded by acid, revealing his hands covered with burn marks - those were the "medals" left by him mixing radioactive catalysts with his bare hands.
"Body temperature is 36.5 degrees Celsius, blood pressure is 110/75." Nurse Qian's voice was tearful, "The sutures on the wound have completely metabolized!"
Chen Yao gently peeled off the dressing on Dr. Gu's clavicle, and the originally festering wound had grown pink new tissue.
Medical student Sun suddenly raised the tablet computer, and the monitoring screen of the entire medical station was synchronously showing that the vital signs of thirty-seven critically ill patients had all stabilized.
When the first ray of real sunlight penetrated the lead clouds and shone into the sterile room, Mou Xuan looked at the medical network nodes jumping on the holographic screen.
Every link from the pharmaceutical workshop to the operating room is under radiation monitoring. The antibiotics improved by pharmacist Zhao are being packaged in batches on the assembly line. Even material manager Zhou has begun to use brain wave sensors to take inventory of drug inventory.
"All medical cabins have completed self-inspection." Nurse Qian's energetic voice came over the radio, "The power reserve is 79%!"
Mou Xuan's finger stayed on the energy monitoring module of the holographic projection for five seconds.
When Chen Yao stuffed the warm nutrient into his hand, she noticed the orange-yellow alarm flashing on the edge of the man's tactical eyepiece - that meant that the entire medical system consumed 43% of the base's total electricity every day.
(Continued from the previous article)
The moment the disinfection lamp came back on, Nurse Qian knocked over the cart containing the celebratory cake.
When the cream got on the hem of Medical Student Sun's white coat, the entire medical station burst into laughter of people who had survived a disaster.
The power indicator lights of the thirty-seven culture chambers were connected into a galaxy, casting flowing spots of light on the metal walls.
"The heart rate monitor can also be used as a metronome!" Pharmacist Zhao knocked the liquid nitrogen tank with a test tube and hummed an impromptu birthday song.
Expert Li slumped in the swivel chair, his burned palms grasping the air - it was not until Chen Yao stuffed the thermos cup between his fingers that the old man realized that he was imitating the posture of mixing a catalyst.
Mou Xuan took off his tactical goggles, and the blue light of the holographic projection still remained on his retina.
Chen Yao's fingertips brushed across his brow bone, wiping away a streak of sweat that had condensed for twelve hours.
The smell of disinfectant behind her ears suddenly became clear, mixed with the scent of heated oatmeal from the nutrient solution.
"You did it." Chen Yao's stethoscope hung between the two of them, the metal diaphragm vibrating slightly with the heartbeat.
The regular beep of the monitor suddenly changed its pitch. Nurse Qian hurriedly turned off the voice-activated switch, her cheeks red as if she had been burned by radiation.
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