Material manager Zhou suddenly held up a half bottle of glucose injection: "Here's to our living antibiotics!" Thirty tired but lively faces were reflected in the broken liquid nitrogen tank.
The ice on Pharmacist Zhao's military boots melted into water stains, forming tiny streams on the radiation-proof floor tiles.
When the buzzing sound of the backup power supply subsided, Mou Xuan's tactical belt suddenly began to buzz.
Chen Yao’s palm was still pressed against the unhealed bite mark on the back of his neck—that was the “medal” left from dealing with the mutant dog attack last week.
The blue light of the holographic screen enveloped the embracing silhouettes, like an e-mail stamp for the apocalyptic love.
"Power reserves remaining 51%." The robotic female voice of the PA system pierced through the noise.
The cake fork in Medical Student Sun's hand fell onto the CT machine operating table with a clang, and the cream seeped into the circuit board through the gap in the keyboard.
Expert Li suddenly grabbed the microscope forceps and pointed at the ceiling: "Which idiot turned on the particle accelerator?" His bloodshot eyes swept over the ultraviolet sterilization lamp that suddenly dimmed, and the scalpel in his palm emitted a cold light.
Mou Xuan's tactical eyepiece automatically switched to energy monitoring mode.
Medical network nodes are dimming at a rate of 2% per minute, and the packaging assembly line in the pharmaceutical workshop is groaning with jams.
Chen Yao's stethoscope brushed against the hem of his tactical vest, and the metal diaphragm was stained with the nuclear battery coolant that Zhou, the material manager, had spilled.
"The temperature in the cold storage has risen to minus 15 degrees Celsius!" When Pharmacist Zhao pushed open the explosion-proof door, a wave of heat came in, and his military boots left traces of white smoke on the ground.
In his arms, he held a bag of frozen plasma that was beginning to bleed, and the anticoagulant tube on the side of his tactical vest was empty.
The holographic projection suddenly split into seventeen warning windows.
The frantically jumping data stream was reflected in Mou Xuan's pupils, and Chen Yao's fingers were unconsciously stroking the bite mark on the back of his neck - the new skin there was more fragile than the power supply system of the medical station.
"The backup power supply is overloaded!" Material manager Zhou suddenly rushed to the main control console and knocked over a whole box of brain wave sensors.
Twenty-seven nuclear batteries rolled into a strange radial pattern at his feet, and the frequency of the flashing red light gradually synchronized with the patient monitor.
When the first ventilator stopped working, Nurse Qian was standing on tiptoe to reach the switch of the ultraviolet sterilization lamp.
Her cream-stained nurse shoes stepped on the cracks in the radiation-proof floor tiles, and she suddenly looked like a medical teaching model with the pause button pressed.
"Activate the level three emergency plan!" Expert Li tore off the buttons of his white coat, revealing the tactical vest he had been wearing for three days.
Medical student Sun grabbed the backup power cord of the CT machine, but was burned on the palm of his hand by the electric sparks from the distribution box.
Mou Xuan's tactical eyepiece suddenly went black for three seconds.
When it came back on, the retinal projection displayed a scarlet exclamation mark for the base's total power level - the energy consumed by the medical system at this moment was enough to keep the fortifications' electromagnetic shield going for a full two weeks.
Chen Yao's stethoscope fell between the two of them, and the metal diaphragm hit the energy indicator on Mou Xuan's chest.
When the number 42% jumped to 41%, the glass covers of all the incubators in the medical station were covered with white frost at the same time, like thirty-seven eyes that suddenly closed.
"Go find an energy source." Chen Yao's lips brushed across the unhealed bite mark on his ear, the smell of blood mixed with the minty scent of the healing gel, "Just like you found a way to cure flesh-eating bacteria." Her fingers slid across the orange-yellow alarm on the edge of the tactical eyepiece, leaving fluorescent green bioelectric traces on the radiation-proof gloves.
The entire station's lighting system was completely shut down at 5:21 a.m.
The emergency lights of the thirty-seven culture chambers automatically lit up, casting blue-green blood vessel-like shadows on the metal walls.
Mou Xuan's tactical belt could sense the vibrations of the base's outer fortifications - that was the dull sound of the patrol team using their bodies to collide with the mutants.
When Chen Yao's stethoscope was placed on his chest again, Mou Xuan accurately grabbed her watch in the dark.
The faint light from the energy indicator reflected the overlapping pupils of the two people, like two nuclear fuel rods about to fall into a reactor.
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