"When will the surgery be … When will the doctor come …"
Zhang Xiaojun weakly mumbled in a large tent in the outskirts of Da Hua City. Her body that was lying on the sickbed was becoming more and more unbearable. It was a strange and indescribable feeling. It was neither pain nor itch, but it wasn't entirely the same.
He had been hospitalized for 2 days. The doctor did come to check on him but other than some intravenous drips, there was no other treatment.
The surgery was his own idea, the doctor did not say anything about it, the doctor only said to observe the patient's condition first …
The medical staff that came for the ward rounds were all in a hurry, none of them asked about the patient's condition in detail, probably because there were too many patients. Whenever someone was transferred to a single room due to their worsening condition, a new patient would be sent in to replace them. It was a never-ending stream of patients.
After they were sent to the hospital, their phones were taken away. Communication with the outside world was cut off, so they had no idea what was going on in the outside world.
He didn't even know what the situation was like at the treatment point outside of this huge tent.
The strange howling kept happening and each time it made him feel more agitated, like there were 10 million ants crawling around his body.
"It's useless, stop screaming …" The self-proclaimed medical student called He Mingbiao said slowly. His face paled and his eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets. "I don't think there is any cure for us. Phecda can't come up with anything for now, they only have us quarantined together …"
"What are you talking about? You only know how to release negative energy …" Zhang Xiaojun tried to defend herself but each time she did so, it was weaker than before. Her trust in the Phecda members was wavering. 'The man is right, this is just a centralized management, there is no medical treatment or else things would not have turned out this way.'
He could not help but ask, "Then according to what you said, what will happen to us? What's with the weird howling? "
"I don't know …" He Mingbiao's voice was even weaker than Gu Jun's. "But I feel like I'm turning into something else …"
Zhang Xiaojun was silent, he had the same feeling. Especially whenever he heard the howling, his muscles would twitch uncontrollably. The 10 million ants inside his body felt like they were about to break out of their cocoons but were they really just ants … Was this illness really just an abnormal neurological disorder syndrome?
Could He Mingbiao have guessed correctly? Phecda had been lying all along? Actually, it was a completely different matter. Had they all been deceived? Actually incurable? Just keep them under control? Why? What was he going to do? Let them wait for death here? Was the whistle the sound of death? And then? Take it to be cremated?
More and more distracting thoughts surged into his mind, making his heart feel like it was about to be torn apart. Regardless of whether it was an illness or not, he felt like he was about to go crazy, really go crazy.
At this time, Zhang Xiaojun saw a group of people in white coats walking down the aisle. Were they here for a ward round? But there were more people than the previous ward round. Was it a big ward round … He couldn't stand it anymore. He lost control of his emotions and struggled to get up. He used all his strength to beg loudly, "Doctor, doctor! Help, help me, I can't take it anymore, help … "
The commotion he made made made the group of people in white coats stop in their tracks and look over. The patients around him also did the same. The patrolling personnel in the tent quickly walked over and told him to calm down. The doctor would slowly come over to take a look.
"Don't stop me, do you want me to die?!" Zhang Xiaojun was enraged. He jumped down from the bed and shoved the patrolling personnel. Ignoring the reaction of the people around him, he struggled to charge at the group of people in white coats. He screamed uncontrollably, "Doctor, tell me the truth, can you cure me or not … Will I die? I have the right to know the truth …"
His words resonated with some of the patients around him who were already confused and anxious. Words started to echo.
"Yes, my condition is still worsening, it's still worsening."
"Why won't you let me make a phone call? I want to contact my family, return my phone to me …"
"Can this illness be cured? How can it be cured …"
Zhang Xiaojun rushed forward but due to the weakness in his body, he almost collapsed to the ground. He was caught by two patrolling personnel. He choked and almost cried. 'How did this happen? I just randomly clicked on a website that someone sent to me …'
Now that he was closer, he could see more clearly. Through the mask of the protective gear, he saw a young woman among the group of people. He recognized her and screamed, "I know you, you're Captain Gu's university classmate! Doctor Wang, Doctor Wang! "
"Yes …" The woman answered and said to him and to the people around her, "I am Wang Ruoxiang."
"Help me, Doctor Wang." Zhang Xiaojun immediately begged again. She was Captain Gu's university classmate and they were both excellent. Even if others couldn't cure him, she might be able to. He came here because he saw Doctor Wang's words on the news … But now, Doctor Wang was silent, like he did not hear anything.
This time, without Zhang Xiaojun's questioning, many patients were agitated. 'Why is he silent? How long do we have left to live?
We all trusted her and relied on her … Is this all a lie? '
"Actually, this is not a cranial nerve disorder syndrome, is it …"
He Mingbiao, who was also looking at the group of people in white coats, asked weakly, "It's not just the cranial nerves, it's all the organs and tissues in the body that are affected …"
On the other side, Wang Ruoxiang, who was surrounded by so many pairs of weak eyes, still did not say anything. The other people in white coats were silent as well.
"The cause of your illness is very complicated …" Finally, an older man in white coat responded, "We still do not fully understand its cause and pathologic mechanism. The reason why we classify it as a neurological disease is because it is most likely due to the cranial nerve disorder that causes other pathological changes … "
"Ah!" Zhang Xiaojun screamed. She could hear it now. "Is there really no cure? Is there no cure? " His face instantly turned red. "You are lying to us. You, especially you, Doctor Wang, there is no cure. You are lying!"
He was grabbed by two patrolmen, but angry shouts rang out in every corner of the tent. All the patients looked over, their faces flushed red. Many of them struggled to get up. Something that had been supporting them to endure the pain was broken, and the chaotic restlessness in their hearts surged like a broken dam.
The few Ancient Seal Stones that were placed around the tent glowed red. As the patrolmen moved into formation, they called for backup. The patients in this tent might be experiencing a mass mutation … The people in white coats were alerted but Wang Ruoxiang stood where she was like she had lost her soul.
"You don't have the ability to cure this disease at all. You want us to die …" Zhang Xiaojun murmured. Her facial expression kept changing. Her muscles were bulging, and every nerve in her body was being pulled. Her heart seemed to have split open and reconnected. "Say something, say something … Why don't you dare to admit it …"
Suddenly, Wang Ruoxiang said loudly, "Yes!"
She looked around. Even though her voice was choking, she said with determination, "Yes … we don't have the ability to cure you directly, not yet. But we just want you all to survive. We have been trying our best. We will find a way, we will … we will not give up even if we die. "
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