Chapter 5
After a night of commotion, Chen Nan began her actual isolation the next day.
Every morning at 8 o'clock sharp, a robot will deliver breakfast to her outside.
As she slowly ate her breakfast after receiving it from the food delivery robot, the robot vacuum cleaner in the house also slowly started moving.
Chen Nan turned her head and saw that the small toothpick she had thrown away yesterday was gone.
Her breakfast today consisted of a boiled egg, a carton of milk, two small bread rolls, and a handful of dried fruit.
As Chen Nan followed the instructions to hand over the leftover trash to the waiting food delivery robot at the door, she also heard a notification that she could order breakfast for tomorrow.
So, following the prompts, she decisively selected millet porridge and steamed buns on the screen on the delivery robot's face.
Breakfast consisted of bread and milk. At 10 a.m., a person came to check on her and brought her a case of bottled water and a plastic bag of various snacks. At noon, a food delivery robot delivered a boxed meal. At 3 p.m., someone knocked on her door and placed a plate of freshly cut fruit on it. By 6 p.m., Chen Nan had received another boxed meal. This time, she even learned that boxed meals and noodles were served for dinner every day, and if she wanted noodles, she could order them through the delivery robot for the next day's dinner.
This world is actually very similar to the world Chen Nan used to live in.
Although a hundred years have passed in this world, the progress in technology and such has not been particularly significant.
Chen Nan felt that robots like the robot vacuum cleaner and the food delivery robot were not much different from the robots she had seen in banks and hotels in her previous life.
If I had to point out a difference, it would be that the most valuable houses here are all underground.
Also, there are cockroach monsters and superhumans here. There are safe zones, and there are also dangerous border zones.
A day has passed just like that.
In the evening, Chen Nan took a shower as usual, just like the day before.
After changing into her new pajamas, she even washed her old clothes herself using the small washing machine there.
She stumbled upon this little washing machine yesterday while frantically searching for something to peel her arm off.
With this thing, she no longer needs to wash clothes by hand.
After taking a shower and hanging up her pajamas, Chen Nan moved a chair and slowly sat down in front of the French windows, observing the outside world.
Outside, there are several high-rise buildings identical to this one, as well as several low-rise buildings of seven or eight stories, and a three-story building that resembles a general office building. Chen Nan noticed that all the cars coming from outside were disinfected and entered from the side of that three-story building.
That night, regardless of any abnormalities in her body, Chen Nan did not look at her arm.
On the third day, most of Chen Nan's important luggage was delivered.
A staff member wearing a mask and protective gear at the entrance told Chen Nan that these were all prepared for her by her brother. This is something that every infected person receives upon arrival; it was something that government personnel specifically asked their families to prepare for them when they went there for disinfection and quarantine.
To this day, Chen Nan still doesn't know how the original owner of this body was infected.
Regardless, Chen Nan was indeed quite happy to suddenly receive some of the original owner's personal belongings.
Inside the small tote bag were the original owner's ID card and all her graduation certificates from elementary school to high school. There was her cell phone, as well as some important photos of her with her parents. There were also some things the original owner had written, resembling a diary, and some food she had bought herself or that her brother had left for her. There were also two sets of clothes and shoes that the original owner liked to wear, and even her favorite bed sheet with a panda pattern was included. There were also some small items like paper, pens, hair clips, a comb, a towel, and a toothbrush.
Overall, these were indeed the things the original owner liked the most.
I opened my diary and saw the words "Keep going! Your brother is waiting for you to come home" written in large letters on the first page.
Chen Nan only possessed the original owner's memories; she wasn't the real original owner.
But at this moment, Chen Nan was still in tears.
After carefully examining everything, the last thing Chen Nan actually opened was the original owner's phone.
But after searching for a while and finding that there was no network, Chen Nan finally gave up fiddling with her phone.
Later on, the one she took the most was actually the small notebook, about the size of two palms, where the original owner had only written one complaint, but whose brother had written an encouraging message.
In Chen Nan's mind, there shouldn't be any sharp objects here.
But the original owner's pen and two sharpened black pencils were found inside.
Much later, Chen Nan realized that the government's permission for families to put things like pens and paper in their luggage was actually a way of implying that if they couldn't bear it anymore, they might actually commit suicide. They also understood the meaning behind infected individuals using those items to write their final words before they passed away.
Things like camera phones are meant to encourage them to persevere.
The use of pens and pencils was a way of allowing them to resort to extreme measures when they could no longer persevere, which is what I understand.
At that moment, Chen Nan didn't think about any of that. When she saw the paper and pen, she breathed a huge sigh of relief.
From that day on, I gradually picked up my paintbrush again.
Chen Nan was a very reclusive comic artist in her past life, but calling her a comic artist is actually a bit too much of an exaggeration.
She earns a little money by drawing comics, a little money by editing videos of celebrities, and occasionally takes on cover design jobs; these are all her sources of income.
Regardless, she enjoys drawing.
With just a pen and a piece of paper, she can sit for an entire day.
Under these circumstances, she was still able to eat and sleep normally, and would occasionally exercise when she felt like it.
There's no internet in her room, but there are several channels on the TV.
Drawing, watching TV, and doing some exercise while watching TV every day—it all seems much easier to Chen Nan.
During this time, the thing on Chen Nan's right arm gradually spread to her entire right arm.
Later on, it seemed that her limbs and body were covered with terrifying black scales.
But just like the announcement said, that thing only appears four or five times a day, sometimes as many as seven or eight times a day.
It only lasts a short while, it's uncomfortable for a while, and then it gradually disappears.
Knowing this thing means that at a certain moment, your body's immune cells have not been able to defeat the cockroach cells in your body; it's just that they have temporarily won.
Thinking about how her body was working hard every minute and every second, 24 hours a day, only to let that thing win for a few minutes, only to make her hurt for a few minutes, Chen Nan tried her best to ignore all the changes in her body after she came to this conclusion.
She knew that she was sick and what the best course of action was.
So no matter what food someone brings her, she opens her mouth wide and tries her best to eat it.
Every time the staff brought her bottled water, she would unscrew the cap and drink it in big gulps. Later on, Chen Nan even asked the staff for a kettle so she could boil the water every day.
I paint every morning, watch TV and exercise in the afternoon, and take a good shower and get a good night's sleep every night.
No matter how the black scales appeared on her body afterward, Chen Nan tried her best to ignore them. Even when those terrifying things gradually spread to her neck, she continued to eat and drink normally.
When these things started to hurt and make her uncomfortable, she gritted her teeth and endured it.
Whenever she feels she can't take it anymore, Chen Nan thinks about the time she had chickenpox in her past life.
The doctor told her that she should avoid scratching the chickenpox blisters, as it would leave scars, so she didn't actually scratch them.
At that time, the doctor told her to eat more fruit and keep her diet light. In the end, she ordered fruits and vegetables herself while covered in chickenpox and diligently prepared three meals a day.
That time, she was also unbearably itchy all over. When she saw herself in the mirror, almost disfigured, she closed her eyes and tried to ignore it.
It feels like this time is very similar to that time. Chen Nan is just doing her best and trying her best to persevere.
No matter how uncomfortable she felt, no matter how terrifying she looked in the mirror, and no matter how frequently the abnormalities occurred, she never truly broke down.
If she felt really uncomfortable, she would grab the towel and pillow and hold on tightly, but she never actually raised her hand to scratch the things on her arms and face.
When she couldn't take it anymore, Chen Nan tied her hands and feet with a towel from the bathroom and forced herself to fall asleep.
After that incident, Chen Nan actually lost the ability to distinguish between day and night.
What would you do if you had absolutely no strength left, and when you suddenly looked down and found your entire body covered in black scales?
Chen Nan didn't know how others had managed to get through it.
When it came to her, she would just open her eyes briefly, then quickly close them again, and force herself to close them once more to fall asleep.
"Go to sleep, Chen Nan. Everything will be alright when you wake up!" As she closed her eyes, Chen Nan encouraged herself in a hoarse voice in the empty room.
"Chen Nan, go to sleep. Everything will be alright when you wake up." Outside her bedroom, Tang Ke, who had been seated outside, silently repeated this while tightly gripping his sidearm. At this moment, he was wearing two wireless earpieces of different colors; the left one transmitted the sounds from the room behind him, while the right one transmitted the sounds from the entire superhuman information center.
Throughout the entire Superpower Institute, there has always been a tradition that whoever receives an infected person is responsible for handling their subsequent care.
In the past month, Tang Ke has personally dealt with 79 mutants, and he sincerely hopes that the 80th one will be a convert.
For the past month, he has been facing nothing but the heart-wrenching cries and curses of the families of those infected. This time, he hopes for a miracle.
Because if things continue like this, he really doesn't know how much longer he can hold on!
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