Apocalypse: The Fat Lady Strikes Back

Chapter 133 Spent 8 catties of fat (Xie River, Jiujiu million reward plus 9100)

The doctor came quickly, but even a doctor had to go through the necessary disinfection procedures in the passageway when entering the negative pressure ward.

While waiting for the doctor to enter the operating room, Qiao Lingxiang, who was standing behind Xu Shan, listened anxiously to the little nurse talking to Xu Shan.

He glanced at the computer in the operating room again. On the computer screen was the monitor of Zhao Dalong's ward.

At this moment, Zhao Dalong was lying on the sickbed, looking lifeless.

Qiao Lingxiang hurriedly looked through Zhao Dalong's medical records in her hand, and politely asked another nurse,

"Sister, can you show me the medical records of the other two?"

Because Qiao Lingxiang was a medical student sent by the Central Hospital to learn about this zombie virus, it was not unusual for her to ask for these things.

The lady nurse who was questioned nodded and said:

"These medical records are kept in the nurse's station. I'll go out to rest later, and bring them to you when I come to change shifts at night."

"OK."

Qiao Lingxiang nodded, and continued to read the medical records about Zhao Dalong in her hand.

I heard Xu Shan worrying in my ears:

"The body temperature is too abnormal. He looks very uncomfortable. I'll go in and have a look first."

Can't wait for the doctor to come in. Xu Shan has been a nurse for so many years, not to mention treating a difficult and miscellaneous disease, but dealing with some emergency symptoms, which may be easier than a serious medical student.

Qiao Lingxiang hurriedly followed behind Xu Shan, and the two of them opened the heavy ward door behind the operating room.

As soon as the door opened, a voice seemed to be deflated.

Zhao Dalong was lying in this small ward without windows, but the air here was very fresh, with a smell of disinfectant.

His cheeks were flushed, and his whole body looked sluggish. He just lay on the narrow hospital bed, opened his eyelids and looked at Xu Shan and Qiao Lingxiang who entered the door.

The two were wrapped in layers of protective clothing, with several layers of goggles and masks on their faces.

Zhao Dalong's vision was a bit blurred, and he couldn't tell who was who.

"Mr. Zhao, how do you feel now?"

Xu Shan stood beside Zhao Dalong's bed, looked at his flushed face, and asked worriedly.

Zhao Dalong let out a "hmm" in his mouth. He had a high fever of 41 degrees, and he could still maintain a clear consciousness, which is not bad. He asked,

"Am I about to turn into a zombie?"

Xu Shan looked at Zhao Dalong's mental state and comforted him:

"No, how is it possible? You are still in such a good mental state. Maintain your physical strength and work hard to defeat the mutating virus in your body. Don't think about anything else, we are all here."

"But I feel that I don't have the physical strength anymore. Alas, I will die if I die, and I will be tired if I live."

Zhao Dalong was lying down weakly. At such a time, it is really easy to give up, especially for the millions of people in Xiangcheng, he was the only one who was so unlucky to be bitten by Cheng Tian.

It was inevitable that he felt that the sky was going to kill him.

"I'll ask the doctor to give you some nutritional injections later. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell us and I'll ask the doctor to prescribe the right medicine for you."

Xu Shan said helplessly, Zhao Dalong was infected with the mutating virus, there is no specific medicine to treat it, now it is all up to Zhao Dalong's own body to fight against the mutating virus.

He comforted Zhao Dalong again and said:

"Don't give up so easily. Two of our colleagues were also bitten by zombies before. They are all fine now. They have already moved to the danger zone. You are so strong, Mr. Zhao, so you must be fine."

Zhao Dalong pulled the corners of his mouth, trying to give Xu Shan a smile, but even this expression was made as if he was crying.

He said:

"Find a rope and tie me up. I'm afraid I'm like your Zombie No. 1. You are rescuing me. I suddenly sat up and bit you. It's not good. It will damage my image. I Son will be disappointed."

"What are you talking about?"

Xu Shan's throat was sore from Zhao Dalong's words, she turned around and said:

"I'll get you a thermometer, and then I'll see where the doctor is."

Looking at Qiao Lingxiang again, she pointed and said:

"Don't do anything, stand far away, just stay here, and talk to Chief Zhao."

"good."

Qiao Lingxiang bowed her head in response, giving way to her fat body.

After Xu Shan went out, she moved a stool, facing the camera on the corner of the ceiling, and sat beside Zhao Dalong, watching him look listless due to fever.

The bite wound on his face was not serious and had already been treated, but now his whole body was hot, and his whole body seemed very uncomfortable because of being infected by the constantly mutating virus.

Therefore, Zhao Dalong didn't have much strength to talk to Qiao Lingxiang.

He closed his eyes slightly, thinking in his heart, when the head nurse came back, he wanted to borrow a phone to call his son.

He wanted to tell his son that after a while, he would ask the nurse to tie him up. Even if his father turned into a zombie, he was still a good man and had never hurt an innocent person.

He also felt that there was something cool in the palm of his hand, which made his whole scorching palm feel as if it had been soaked in cold water, which was very comfortable.

Zhao Dalong opened his eyes slightly, turned his head, and saw that sitting next to his hand, the new nurse who was surprisingly fat, was holding his hand. She didn't know when, she took off her protective cover Gloves held his hand.

"It will be infected."

He opened his mouth, reminded the fat nurse without any strength, and felt that the coolness in his hand was flowing down his arm and flowing to his whole body.

Zhao Dalong gained some strength, and then said:

"Girl, put on the gloves, it will get infected."

"Okay, I'll wear it in a while."

Qiao Lingxiang answered Zhao Dalong, desperately instilling energy into his body, she could clearly feel that her supernatural energy was going to replenish Zhao Dalong's physical strength.

Because his body had to fight against the constantly mutating virus, the so-called "zombie virus", his physical strength was exhausted very quickly.

This kind of physical exertion speed is very dangerous for human beings, and simply relying on nutritional injections cannot meet the physical consumption needs at all.

Probably, Qiao Lingxiang knew very clearly this time that she spent about 8 catties of fat to replenish Zhao Dalong's physical strength consumed by the virus in her body.

That's right, 8 catties.

Looking at Zhao Dalong again, although his face was still flushed, his eyes were fixed on Qiao Lingxiang, staring at her energetically, and asked:

"what have you done?"

Just as Qiao Lingxiang was about to answer, there was that deflated sound from the door behind her again. She hurriedly put on the protective gloves she had taken off, and said in a low voice:

"Uncle Zhao, if you still want to see Brother Zhao Long, don't say anything."

I have arrived in Zhangjiajie.