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?"

before, brewing herbal tea daily

and the individual's immune system." Collin instructed, "Luckily, some kind-hearted folks from Griffith have donated plenty of remedies. Dr. Garcia has tailored treatments for different symptoms. You can pick some up from the

Stella inquired, "Dr. Collin, how's

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 Cooper shared a room, while she and Jasper were next door. The likelihood of infection for Stella and Jasper was high. Though it hadn't manifested yet, they were

they decided it was better to join the institute's efforts than to wait

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

by. A day earlier with the cure meant a day sooner she

with the medicine, she noticed it tasted similar to her own brew,

Rosie, they set out to find Collin

room. She hurried over. "Hugh, are we

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 help

of surgeons, Hugh

Stella volunteered, "I'll

come

chest cavity and the perforated lungs of the deceased nearly made her retch. Deep breaths kept

the other hand, remained stoic,

adjusted and fell into step with Hugh. Together, they

coughing. Most had died from asphyxiation caused by

ached and the thought of gory scenes made them

returned to their quarters, tending to Cooper and Rosie first-forcing them to eat, knowing it was essential for