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

responded calmly, "That's me.

your medical

taken aback. "I haven't even gotten

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

if singing. Clearly, they were

"Stella, please assist us."

"Alright, I'll come with you to take a look, but

of the situation. Jasper didn't object.

supplies she had brought back were being looked after by

brought back 130,000 cubic meters of oil, his jaw

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

the King of the Post-Apocalyptic

by the military off- roader. Its performance and equipment marked it as a prime command vehicle. Not even division commanders, let alone regular officers, received such treatment. These two

everything 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 forty degrees overnight, killing countless people.

adaptability, but

sufficient winter clothing. They

couldn't withstand such cold.

returning to the mainland, Stella had experienced several 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.

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

slowly.

to reach the

had a high rank and had arranged for a special ward, which surprisingly housed two patients. A tall man

lit up, and he hurried over. "My dear niece,

been waiting anxiously for

Stella's first