Chapter 92 This is the hand that has killed someone
"When will Miss Qiao arrive? Is it almost here? Is it almost here?"
Head Nurse Chen looked nervous, holding a scalpel in her hand, and kept asking Xiao Tang who was guarding the window.
"Soon. She's flying a plane, so she should be here soon."
Xiao Tang put down the communicator and raised his hand to create another shield, which flashed with silver light and blocked the Molotov cocktail flying in from the window.
Pop.
The Molotov cocktail slid down the smooth surface of the shield, fell to the ground below, and burned on its own.
Whoosh! Another Molotov cocktail flew over.
Xiao Tang blocked it again.
In the messy courtyard outside the outpatient building, the light of torches extended from downstairs to the street, and the shouts of the rioters became louder and louder.
After throwing away the accumulated batch of Molotov cocktails, they started throwing bricks and rubble into the windows of the building.
This kind of thing was easy to resist. Xiao Tang withdrew his special ability and moved a bed board to block the window to block the bricks and stones.
Boom boom boom!
The broken bricks and stones hit the bed, making a dull sound.
Boom boom boom!
There were also bursts of muffled sounds coming from the door.
It was the rioters who had stormed into the corridor and were banging on the door.
Several male doctors, holding fire axes or using broken table and chair legs as weapons, stared nervously at the door that was crumbling and seemed unlikely to hold up much longer.
All the medical staff present were gathered in the room, less than twenty people, half of whom were injured.
The rioters arrived unexpectedly, their numbers and brutality completely disrupting the already chaotic hospital. Many patients were beaten to death or unconscious on the spot, and medical staff were chased and attacked. They rummaged through the hospital, stealing food, medicine, bedding, clothing, and everything else. They also set fires and vandalized hospital supplies.
Finally, a group of volunteers joined forces with the lightly injured patients, fought hard to hold on, made way for the medical staff, and retreated to the doctor's office.
When Qiao Lan contacted us, we had just retreated here not long ago.
But this place will definitely be breached soon.
"Doctor Ouyang, take the gun."
Xiao Tang showed the gun at his waist and a submachine gun.
Ouyang Mo's hesitation lasted only a few seconds.
He turned and went to the inner room to open the safe, took out the guns and ammunition left by Qiao Lan, and quickly distributed them to several medical staff who were willing to take up guns.
Xiao Tang had given them some simple shooting training over the past few days. It was the first time for the medical staff to actually hold a gun in combat. They were clumsy and overly nervous. The muzzles of their guns were pointed at the door, and sweat was already breaking out on their foreheads before they even fired.
Bang!
The door was pushed down from the outside.
The rioters rushed in, shouting excitedly, like crazy.
Bang!
Xiao Tang, who was about to shoot, was stunned.
He didn't fire the first shot.
Turning around, I saw it was Doctor Ouyang Mo.
Ouyang stood on a stool, looking down from above, and knocked down the first troublemaker the moment the door was broken.
The loud gunshot and the blood splattering from the chest of the shot man startled both the attacker and the defender.
The rioters' attack suddenly stopped.
Ouyang Mo stumbled back from the stool and was forced to jump off.
His hands, used to holding a scalpel, were not yet accustomed to the recoil of a gun, and he lost control for a moment.
But he gritted his teeth and quickly stood back on the stool. Bang! Another shot.
This time he controlled his body stability in advance, stood still, and then fired several shots in succession.
The distance in the room was too close to bother aiming. The rioters who rushed in were packed like sardines. As long as you fired, you would definitely hit the target.
In the blink of an eye, seven or eight people fell down, some died instantly, and some were seriously injured and unable to get up. The bloody facts finally made the troublemakers behind wake up.
"Hurry... run, they're killing people..."
Someone shouted tremblingly, and all the villains turned around and retreated.
"You actually killed people? You were the ones who started the trouble, smashed, looted, and killed first, and we're just going to sit there and let them slaughter us!"
Ouyang Mo chased out of the corridor angrily.
Bang, bang, bang... Another burst of gunfire, knocking down several guys who were running slowly.
The rioters fled in a rush, retreating as quickly as they had come.
Ouyang Mo wanted to catch up, but the huge recoil of the gun hurt his whole body from his knuckles to his arms and shoulders. His ears were so shaken that he could hardly hear anything. Amidst the buzzing tinnitus, he was pulled back to the office by the medical staff behind him.
At the window, Xiao Tang moved the bed board, turned on a bright searchlight, and pointed it towards the sky.
Qiao Lan's plane arrived.
"Hurry, go to the rooftop platform and wait!" Xiao Tang organized everyone.
Under the protection of medical staff with guns and weapons, everyone rushed out and ran to the roof along the fire escape.
When they were almost at the top floor, a group of troublemakers on that floor suddenly spotted them and rushed over, yelling to stop them and beat them up. Xiao Tang and Ouyang Mo opened fire at the same time.
Amidst the huge gunfire and smoke, the medical staff finally ran up to the rooftop and met up with Qiao Lan who had just landed.
"How many did you kill?"
The plane took off into the sky. In the cabin, Xiao Tang sat next to Ouyang Mo and asked him through the headset.
Ouyang Mo glanced at Xiao Tang, stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Eight, maybe nine, or more."
The scene was too chaotic to count.
His entire arm was sore and numb from the shock of shooting. He looked down at his hand. It was the hand that had killed someone.
Suddenly, Xiao Tang said, "I killed five people. This is also the first time I killed ordinary people. I used to be a soldier." Killing drug dealers in the Chu family does not count. It is different from killing ordinary troublemakers.
Ouyang Mo looked up at him again.
There is no need to say more, as both of them understand how they feel at the moment.
The sense of honor and responsibility given by the profession is put to a huge test in the end times. Everyone has to reorganize their values to face this cruel and complex new world.
"This is what we should do," said Xiao Tang.
The two looked at each other and nodded firmly at the same time.
If you ask yourself honestly, you may doubt yourself. Only by affirming and encouraging each other can you have enough courage to move forward.
"You guys rest well here. You guys can take care of the injured guys yourselves. We're all medical staff, so it's okay for you to take care of yourselves, right?"
After sending the medical staff back to the base, Qiao Lan led them into the prepared rest room and comforted them with a smile: "What happened tonight is nothing special. You will have many opportunities to encounter similar things in the future. Get used to it sooner."
The medical staff, who were not comforted much, treated each other and settled down.
Ouyang Mo took people to see Xiao Li. After a checkup, he felt that there was no big problem and needed to be observed before making a judgment.
Qiao Lan then confidently handed Xiao Li over to their care, and released another plane obtained from Aunt He's research institute from the space. He and Ye Qi each flew one, and took people to Renhe Hospital to rescue others.
There was still a group of volunteers and wounded people who needed to be rescued. Ouyang Mo had made all the arrangements and was going to bring those people to join the base tomorrow, but something happened tonight.
"Listen up, rioters down there! Retreat immediately and stop the rioting, or we'll shoot!"
The plane circled above Renhe Hospital, and Qiao Lan turned on a loudspeaker, repeatedly broadcasting threat warnings downwards.
The two surviving buildings of Renhe Hospital were now engulfed in flames. The villains were howling and acting wildly in the flames and chaos.
The smoke on one floor was thicker than anywhere else. Amidst the billowing smoke, a large bed sheet fluttered in the night, with a bright red "SOS" distress signal written on a white background.
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