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?"

tried to brush

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

soldier swung at Bran, attempting to

out swiftly, knocking him to the ground in

gave him a couple of sharp slaps, "Dare

the sound of gunfire, more peacekeeping soldiers

his mask was pulled off, no one recognized

An impostor!

deceased had not

sachets carefully. The white powder was colorless and odorless, invisible to the naked eye, but it was definitely

to the medical office for analysis, and the mysterious soldier taken

was grateful as he looked towards Bran. While he may

countless patients would have suffered, not

hospital's reputation.

had donated the medicine, prescribed

to the status of a deity

was a cruel and lethal gamble, risking the lives

turned ashen, suggesting that the police or military take over the

impostor was already

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

knew the sign: arsenic

of apocalyptic disaster, where had he found

there was no

internally bleeding, shooting Stella a look that said: whoever benefits is

with her gaze: wait for the

struggling; he had almost

look. Who the hell was faltering?

Work resumed for everyone.

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

trouble was key

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

Everyone was in action.

coming in waves. Even if they saw three patients a minute until

was no chance for a drink,

- steamed sweet potatoes and potatoes, along with a hearty

his megaphone first thing, "Folks, nature may be

siblings to the point of almost taking the

due to shortage of help, they volunteered to distribute the

took over for Stella and Collin,

decade of disaster had honed the siblings' medical skills; they

just

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

after eating, they dived back into

two in the morning that all patients