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?"

to brush him off, "Peacekeeping

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

swung at Bran, attempting to break

swiftly, knocking him to the ground in a

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

gunfire, more

mask was pulled off, no one recognized him, and

An impostor!

the discovery was timely; the deceased had

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

sent to the medical office for analysis, and the

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

patients would have suffered, not to mention the

hospital's reputation. Stella would have been

donated the

to the status of a deity only to be brutally

lethal gamble, risking the

ashen, suggesting that the

the impostor was

the others arrived, he was bleeding from every

knew the

of apocalyptic disaster, where had he found such

there was no witness to

internally bleeding, shooting Stella a look that

back with her gaze:

seemed to be struggling; he

the hell was faltering? It was

Work resumed for everyone.

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

key to reducing the number of

high-pressure hoses for

Everyone was in action.

waves. Even if they saw three patients a minute until dark, they wouldn't

was no chance for a

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

"Folks, nature may be merciless,

embarrassing the siblings to the point of

to shortage of help, they

for Stella and Collin, urging them to eat

disaster had honed the siblings' medical skills;

competent, just overshadowed by Stella's

took a breather, sitting down in the break

eating, they dived back

two in the morning that all patients had been