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

at Bran,

kicked out swiftly, knocking him to the ground in a

down and gave him a couple of sharp slaps, "Dare to

sound of gunfire, more peacekeeping soldiers

his mask was pulled off, no one recognized him,

An impostor!

the deceased had not managed to contaminate the medicine being

powder was colorless and odorless, invisible to the naked eye, but it was definitely not

the powder sent to the medical office for analysis, and the mysterious

looked towards Bran. While he may have been a bit of a sycophant, he

succeeded, countless patients would have

hospital's reputation. Stella

donated the medicine, prescribed the

to the status of a deity only to be

lethal gamble, risking

dean's face turned ashen, suggesting that the police or

impostor was

arrived, he was bleeding from every orifice, his face a ghastly

with medical training knew the

apocalyptic disaster, where had he found such

was no witness

felt like he was internally bleeding, shooting Stella a look that said:

with her gaze: wait

to be struggling; he had almost been

her look. Who the hell was faltering? It was

Work resumed for everyone.

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

was key to reducing

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

Everyone was in action.

coming in waves. Even if they saw three patients

gear, there was no chance for a

potatoes and potatoes, along

may be merciless, but

siblings to the point of almost

due to shortage of help, they volunteered to distribute the food

they took over for

honed the siblings'

just overshadowed by

down in the break room and sipping some sweetened water to

they dived back into

past two in the morning