18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 545

After the shot, the monitor maintained a steady reading. Stella helped Daniel out of Arcadia.

The hospital chief had already left, but Bran had arrived.

"Sis, how's the boss doing?" Bran asked.

Stella didn't answer. Instead, she turned to the uneasy Vanessa beside her. "I have some medicine at my place; it'll be easier to take care of him there."

Vanessa wanted to argue that moving a patient around wasn't good, but considering Daniel's condition, she nodded in agreement.

"Good, stay with him more," Vanessa said.

Even after finding him, father and daughter had so little time together. They always thought there would be more time, no need to rush, but accidents always seem to come sooner than expected.

Jasper carried an unconscious Daniel back to the neighboring house, with Bran lending a hand.

Stella followed them out, seeing Vanessa sitting there, dazed, all her energy seemingly drained. She couldn't help but turn back to reassure her, "He won't die."

The words seemed meant for Vanessa, but perhaps more for herself. Vanessa nodded, but her face was already streaming with tears.

Once everyone had left, Vanessa allowed herself to cry out loud, "Oh, Daniel."

Stella cleared a room, brought over a cot from storage, and with the help of the others, got Daniel settled in. She took out some medicine and had Jasper help administer it.

Rosie brought out some dumpling soup to fill their stomachs, her expression worried. "Can Uncle Daniel's illness be cured?"

sister-in-law were not around, and these past days she had been helping out next door. Nobody expected Uncle Daniel to fall ill while

"Rosie, how did he suddenly

but out of nowhere,

reducers didn't

a headache. "His

had heard over the past few days. "A lot of people who got caught in the rain are sick-vomiting, fever, aching all

as Uncle Daniel's. Stella frowned deeply. It wasn't

Viral infections were troublesome, especially if it was a new strain. Stella's head pounded with worry, hoping it wasn't

time to falter. Taking the dumpling soup Rosie had made, Stella forced

comfort while eating. "Sis, the boss is a lucky man, heaven's got his back. And with your medical skills, even the

his consoling role being usurped, just stayed silent. Bran went on, "He's the leader of the base, a man with a family to care for, an iron pillar

taken by Bran,

few days, must've piled up a lot of work,

heart bled, cut to the quick by the

than my brother," Rosie innocently remarked, deflating Bran

in low spirits, he wouldn't

a hearty meal, Bran gave Stella a rundown of the ship's supplies. "Sis, the cargo ship is back. Lots of glass, fuel, a few water towers,

give the word, and I'll

fierce battle that only Stella and her husband could have survived. Anyone

disinterested. "Let it be for now.

checked her own medical supplies in Arcadia, and pondered the best use of her

brewing several doses to keep in Arcadia. By the time

broth as a base, followed by a nutritional injection, and then the traditional