Chapter 107 – Medical Department Receiving
“Could it be that she went to fight again?”
“Fight? Based on my many years of medical experience, fights don’t result in so much blood. I’m afraid she might have killed someone.”
Someone added, “Not just one person; she might have killed a bunch.”
A careful observer noted, “One of the two nurses who brought her here is Dr. Xu’s assistant nurse. She holds a high position and can walk around our medical department freely, yet she personally served her.”
The person with the gold-rimmed glasses adjusted them and said, “Then it must be something serious.”
He turned to look at the others, “Have any of you heard about any major events in the Federation recently?”
“Today, our department transferred a lot of people, and they haven’t come back yet. Does that count as something major?”
“Our department also transferred some people.”
“Dr. Xu isn’t here either. He usually stays behind on this day every week for duty.”
The person with the gold-rimmed glasses said, “Could something really have happened that we don’t know about?”
Someone sneered, “Instead of guessing, why not spend this time improving our medical skills? When we reach Dr. Xu’s level, what can the Federation hide from us?”
Another person chimed in, “Exactly. What the pioneers are doing is definitely a Federation secret. If the Federation wants to tell us, they will. If they deliberately hide it, no matter how much we guess, we won’t figure it out.”
“Just curious,” the person with the gold-rimmed glasses said wistfully, rolling his eyes at them before craning his neck to look towards the recovery room, hoping to see someone come out so he could ask around.
However, by the third minute, Zero’s voice rang out.
“All members of the medical department, please quickly return to your respective posts. In five minutes, 821 people will come to the medical department for treatment. Please prepare to receive them.”
Zero’s cold, mechanical voice repeated.
“All members of the medical department, please quickly return to your respective posts. In five minutes, 821 people will come to the medical department for treatment. Please prepare to receive them.”
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses gasped, unable to believe the number he heard. “Why so many? Did a train derail somewhere?”
“Who knows? Let’s hurry back to our departments,” urged his companion, and they scattered.
These 821 people were detected by instruments to have wounds, accounting for more than half of the survivors.
The injuries varied widely, some big and some small. Some were indeed bitten by aliens without mutation, some were scratched by aliens, and others got hurt while escaping.
Due to time constraints, the research institute hadn’t yet found a method to determine whether there was a virus from the alien in the human body.
To prevent the virus from spreading, these wounded people couldn’t go home directly but were sent to the medical department.
A few years ago, the medical department had excess funding and built several additional inpatient buildings, enough to accommodate these people temporarily.
Truckloads of survivors were sent over continuously, three people to a room, and doctors from all departments of the medical unit, big and small, went to treat them.
During the treatment process, pioneers and guards from the Executive Department supervised with guns to prevent anyone from mutating midway.
The young intern doctors, including the man with the gold-rimmed glasses, had never seen such a scene.
They were not from the surgery department originally, but due to the shortage of manpower, doctors from other departments were temporarily transferred.
No one explained to them what had happened, and the guards and pioneers, each colder than the next, left them too intimidated to ask questions. They could only diligently treat all the injured.
The work continued until eight o’clock the next morning.
At that time, Tu Ran in the nutrition pod also woke up.
