18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 591

Upon hearing that Daniel was safe, Staff Officer Si didn't linger with Stella. He turned to Collin and asked, "Dean Marshall, how are you feeling? If you're up for it, could you possibly lend a hand at the hospital?”

Though Collin wasn't feeling his best, he could manage, "Yes, I can."

Stella's face lit up, "Thanks, Staff Officer. I'll take the professor with me then."

In these extraordinary times, Staff Officer Si and his team didn't want to occupy

the treatment room any longer than necessary. Those who could help stayed, while the rest went back to the guest house to wait.

Once the door was closed, Stella pulled out a set of protective gear from her bag, "Professor, make sure to take care of yourself."

Collin couldn't help but chuckle; she hadn't changed a bit.

The hospital was swamped with patients, so busy that there wasn't even time for a bathroom break, let alone to eat or rest.

Stella could cope due to her youth, but the professor was getting on in years, and she couldn't afford any mishaps with him.

Stella pulled out two lunch boxes, "Let's grab a bite. We need our energy to work."

Worried about potential conflicts between patients and medical staff, Stella had the foresight to request two soldiers to ensure Collin's safety.

Upon hearing the latest updates, the hospital's loudspeaker blared, "Everyone, please form an orderly line, no pushing. Comrade Stella has specially invited her mentor, Professor Collin, to join us in consultation. Who is Professor Collin? He's a national treasure of Australia, a distinguished physician with the honorary title of 'Miracle Healer'..."

Honestly, Stella could throttle the announcer.

It was okay to boast, but could it at least be plausible? It needed depth and sophistication.

Yet, the desperate survivors ate up the straightforward announcement.

Soon, patients were lining up in several orderly queues.

With a shortage of nurses, Vanessa organized a crash course for the soldiers to step in and help.

Things were progressing smoothly until gunshots suddenly rang out from the pharmacy.

Startled, Stella and Bran exchanged glances before hurrying to the pharmacy.

In the back kitchen of the pharmacy, a dead body lay in a pool of blood, while the soldier who had fired the shot was ordering others to drag the body away.

The dean arrived in a rush, "What's happened here?"

The shaken pharmacy staff explained, pointing at the deceased, "I saw him sneaking something into the medicine cauldron. I tried to apprehend him and hand him over to the military, but during the scuffle, he was shot dead."

The air was thick with moth powder, and without exception, every soldier wore a mask.

The shooter marched out...

Bran grabbed him and demanded, "Which unit are you from?"

brush him off,

under my command," Bran said as he reached for the man's mask. “You've got some nerve, firing before an

Bran, attempting to break

swiftly, knocking him to the ground in a

a couple of sharp slaps, "Dare to strike a superior? Who gave

of gunfire, more peacekeeping soldiers quickly

off, no one recognized him, and his uniform didn't

An impostor!

the deceased had

carefully. The white powder was colorless and odorless,

the medicine was checked, the powder sent to the medical office for analysis, and

dean was grateful as he looked towards Bran. While he may have been a bit of a sycophant, he

patients would

hospital's reputation.

had donated the medicine, prescribed the

status of a deity only to be brutally cast

lethal gamble, risking the lives of

suggesting that the

impostor was already

others arrived, he was bleeding from every orifice, his face

knew

where had he found

no witness to

he was internally bleeding, shooting Stella a look that

shot back with her

he really seemed to be struggling; he had almost been taken down by the

floored by her look. Who the hell was faltering? It was she

Work resumed for everyone.

the military was also responding actively. They each did their part to eradicate the

trouble was key to reducing the number of

high-pressure hoses for spraying, fire for burning, and chemicals for

Everyone was in action.

three patients

protective gear, there was no chance for a drink, let alone a bathroom

with food - steamed sweet potatoes and potatoes, along with a hearty tomato

may be

and on, embarrassing the siblings to the

of help, they volunteered to

for Stella and Collin, urging them to eat and

a decade of disaster had honed the siblings'

competent, just overshadowed

and Collin finally took a breather, sitting down in the break room and sipping some sweetened

eating, they dived back

in the