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?"

soldier tried to brush him

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

at Bran, attempting to

swiftly, knocking him to the ground in

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

gunfire, more peacekeeping

mask was pulled off, no one recognized him,

An impostor!

the deceased had not managed

odorless, invisible to the

powder sent to the medical office for analysis,

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

succeeded, countless patients would have suffered,

the hospital's reputation. Stella would have been the primary

donated the medicine,

deity

a cruel and lethal gamble, risking the

suggesting that the police or military take over the

impostor was already

the time Stella and the others arrived, he was bleeding

training knew the

twelve years of apocalyptic disaster, where had

there was no witness to

Stella a look that said:

her gaze: wait

struggling; he had almost

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

Work resumed for everyone.

was also responding actively. They

source of trouble was key to reducing

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

Everyone was in action.

three patients a minute

gear, there was no chance for a drink, let

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

be merciless, but humanity is

went on and on, embarrassing the siblings to the point of almost

to shortage of help, they volunteered to distribute

distribution, they took over for Stella

disaster had honed the siblings' medical skills;

quite competent, just overshadowed

sitting down in the break

after eating, they dived back

wasn't until past two in the morning that all patients had