18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 327

Scrambling to beat the clock, they was still a minute too late.

Swan Hill Institute of Herbal Medicine was shrouded in smog, packed with people seeking remedies for their ailments. Coughs echoed everywhere, droplets flying chaotically through the air. Armed soldiers stood guard at the main entrance, behind the police tape, forbidding anyone to enter.

Stella quickly turned her car around and headed for the institute's back door. She didn't hide her concern, explaining the situation as it was.

Without official authorization, no outsiders were allowed entry. "I'm a student of Dr. Collin," Stella insisted, "I was invited over especially. Please, could you pass on the message?"

The guard at the rear was an institute staffer, unyielding in his refusal.

Stella smiled, stepping out of her car, and from the folds of her oversized coat, she pulled out a five-pound bag of rice, slipping it to him discreetly. "Do me a solid, will you? No worries if it doesn't pan out. I'll take the fall if anything goes wrong." Who could resist the lure of a five-pound bag of rice in these times? The guard risked a reprimand to help her make contact.

After a thirty-minute wait, an assistant dressed in protective gear came out to fetch her.

The research center was small and had already filled up its temporary wards with over a hundred cases, categorized into asymptomatic, mild, severe, and critical. The hallways were crowded with patients.

The smog had came suddenly, compounded by a relentless darkness. Even some of the institute's doctors had fallen ill in the past couple of days, overwhelmed with the workload, many still working through their sickness. Collin still managed to get Stella inside, clearing out two rooms in the family area.

The institute lacked a veterinarian, so they had to treat Cooper as if he were human, with Collin himself taking charge.

After examining both patients, he confirmed the symptoms were mild and similar to those in the early stages of the infection. "You're lucky to have spotted it early. Timely treatment should make a significant difference."

Seeing Stella and Jasper symptom-free, Collin asked curiously, "How have you been preventing it?"

recipe you gave us before, brewing herbal

folks from Griffith have donated plenty of remedies. Dr. Garcia has tailored

moment, Stella inquired, "Dr.

were bloodshot with fatigue. "Herbal medicine doesn't have a silver bullet. We're constantly adjusting treatments for different symptoms. We're still exploring, but once a patient's condition worsens, it deteriorates rapidly, making clinical observation and treatment

door. The likelihood of infection for Stella and Jasper

better to join the institute's efforts than to wait passively

was stretched thin, and the smog virus was relentless. Waiting for a cure could mean

far, Stella wasn't about to sit idly by. A day earlier with the cure meant a day

it tasted similar

Collin but were spotted by Hugh. "Stella,

operating room. She hurried

too fast; a medicine professor's eyes aren't scanners. The patient's descriptions often differ greatly from the actual symptoms, making the prescriptions inaccurate. I plan to perform autopsies on a few bodies, and get the most accurate data, which might

of surgeons,

Stella volunteered,

kid, come and

sight of an opened chest cavity and the

remained stoic, passing instruments as

adjusted and fell into step with Hugh. Together,

patients were riddled with holes, disintegrated into a sieve, with fragments expelled through coughing. Most had died from asphyxiation caused by

and Jasper were so tired that their backs ached and the thought of gory scenes made them lose their appetite for even the most

and Rosie first-forcing them to eat, knowing it