18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 573

As soon as Nicholas loses his son, his thirst for power will wane, and those godsons of his will be much easier to handle. Be it the military or political faction, any team made up of people will inevitably have conflicts of interest. Bran's ambition was vast, and he had thoroughly analyzed the situation over the past few months. This was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity.

"Listen, Sis, don't go soft on me now. A moment's mercy could land you in a whole heap of trouble."

Bran was dead serious about climbing the ranks and building a career. "Cure the man, and all you'll get is an insincere thank you. And if he doesn't make it or ends up brain-damaged, he'll have the nerve to accuse you of foul play. Hurry, hurry, collapse now! His men are waiting at the docks. I bet they'll be here soon."

Stella couldn't help but laugh. "Even if I pretended to faint, you think he wouldn't find a reason to blame me?"

A look of frustration crossed Bran's face. "At least it'd give him less ground to stand on."

She got his point. Anyone who could hold the title of division commander wouldn't stoop to such childish provocations but would instead use other means.

"Besides his son, are there many others who've fallen ill?"

"The temperature dropped suddenly overnight; a whole bunch of them, including several senior officers, are down. I suspect there's something wrong with the snow."

Bran suddenly clapped his hands to his head. "Dad was chatting with Aunt Sue yesterday, worried whether you'd encountered extreme cold outside, whether you'd catch a chill. He seemed to mention someone falling ill..."

He had been busy working at the time and hadn't caught the full conversation, but he could tell that the boss was quite concerned.

Stella frowned; for Daniel to mention it during casual conversation meant there must be an unusual relationship at play.

"How's Dad's back injury?"

"Just an age-related calcium deficiency; a little rest and he'll be fine."

No sooner had he finished speaking than one of Nicholas's soldiers appeared out

of nowhere. "Is Stella here?"

wished he could've hidden her in

calmly, "That's me. What's

Shaw has taken ill suddenly. Hearing of your medical skills, Nicholas has specifically sent us

aback. "I haven't even gotten

from? The director here is a top-notch military doctor; I wouldn't dare

singing. Clearly,

"Stella, please assist us."

look,

Jasper of the situation. Jasper didn't

were being looked after by Cole and the team, no problem

but when he heard his sister had brought back 130,000 cubic meters of oil, his jaw nearly hit the floor. Yep, that was his

the car, taking Nicholas's soldiers with him, and drove straight to the hospital. The roads were covered in thick snow, but luckily they

Post-Apocalyptic World feared

soldiers remained silent but were visibly impressed by the military off- roader. Its performance and equipment marked it as a prime command vehicle. Not even division commanders, let alone

in white, turning hot weather to freezing in an instant. It reminded Stella of the chilling cold from the early days of the disaster when temperatures dropped over

adaptability, but many

sufficient winter clothing. They

couldn't withstand such cold.

heavy snowfalls, but this one was undoubtedly the worst. The wild grass by the roadside, the vegetables in the plantations, all buried under the snow. It meant that the hard work of so many survivors was once again

window at the survivors in their tattered clothes, bent over with blank and hopeless expressions, Stella felt an invisible weight on her heart. In her previous life, she had been one

she exhaled slowly. The severe

long to

for a special ward, which

eyes lit up, and he hurried over.

waiting anxiously for your

Stella's first