18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 460

Stella grinned and asked, "Rosie, do you like the life you're living now?"

Without skipping a beat, Rosie replied, "I do."

Sure, there was some backstabbing among colleagues, but she had learned to handle it with ease, sometimes even finding joy in the challenge. The job was tough, but it allowed her to find her own worth.

"I think it's pretty great, sis," she said.

People always have their own agendas, but it was undeniable that everyone was striving toward a better future, believing that life would get better.

Stella smiled, feeling ready for a new beginning herself.

Later that evening, when Jasper came home and saw Stella packing, he couldn't help but ask, "How was the hospital today?"

The understaffed and under-equipped hospital was as you'd expect. But with Collin's presence, there was a newfound sense of hope.

Stella felt a pang of regret. "Dr. Garcia was pretty old when he joined the Kindle Society and fell ill soon after. Sadly, he didn't make it."

Dr. Garcia had been a towering figure in traditional medicine, and his formula for combating the smog virus had saved countless lives during the disasters. His passing was a great loss. If he had still been around, the restoration of traditional medicine would have been much faster.

Learning Stella had decided to work at the hospital, Jasper was thrilled. Nobody knew whether the disasters had truly ended, but life had to go on. Having a job could really ground a person.

"That's fantastic. We can commute together from now on."

a day in her life, yet here she was, back at

who handed her a toothbrush slathered

wake up, rushing around as if she were going into battle. They barely caught the ferry, Stella collapsing onto

her off at the hospital entrance. "I'll pick you up

at the hospital, one in charge of administration and the other of academic affairs. Collin had worked late into the night, getting a handle on the hospital's

with Hugh, couldn't claim to shoulder everything, but she was capable of handling basic surgical emergencies. As the base was under construction, there were frequent cases of trauma that traditional medicine alone

reviewed the inventory of medical supplies the previous day. There wasn't an abundance of emergency surgical equipment or medications, but there was enough to last a

surgery. Stella hadn't anticipated patients arriving so soon, but by late morning, an injured worker was rushed in with a deep gash in his leg, bleeding profusely. Already in poor health, his face was ashen. Without the facilities for a transfusion, they had to act

Collin hurried to his side. Collin used acupressure and acupuncture to reduce the bleeding. Stella cleaned and disinfected the wound, then performed

as possible. Stella and Collin exchanged a glance,

Stella up from work. She was swamped with a lot to handle on her first day and didn't finish until eight. Worried about safety at

decided to row back in a dinghy. They got home after nine, and Rosie and Cooper hadn't returned yet. Cooper,

difficult

beginning. With insufficient surgical

and less

of time discussing solutions with Collin, looking to expand the types of traditional medicines available and improve their quality. She arranged for a dormitory room at the hospital to

and traditional medicine became increasingly proficient. Just as they were catching their breath, a new task arrived-finding a way to treat the survivors

were the people in Area F? They were a mix of mental and physical ailments. Those residing there, whether due to disasters or the force of circumstances, were

"there are daily incidents of people faking illness to cause trouble, and many caregivers have been injured. You're the hope of the base

there has been improved, with each person isolated and living separately. If it's the prion virus, we're indeed powerless, but if it's other diseases, there

physical changes, though these weren't necessarily untreatable acute conditions. If even the mutated