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The next day, morning.

Binjiang Park underground base.

"Luo'er, you're awake!" the man asked anxiously.

"Brother, where are we?" the girl asked.

"We are in an underground base," the man replied.

Last night, the man carried the girl to the base and knocked on the door.

Everyone had dealt with such a situation once before, so the man carried the girl smoothly into the isolation area of the underground base and had a general understanding of the situation here.

Although the conditions here are simple, the man is still very grateful in his heart.

He knew that in last night's situation, he would never have been able to leave the West District smoothly with his infected sister.

The on-duty staff would definitely not let him and his sick sister out.

And if he returned home regardless, he would not be able to contend with the zombies with his own strength alone.

"Hey, young man. Judging from the situation, your sister should already be infected. I suggest you don't stay in the same room with her.

If she turns into a zombie, you won't be able to escape," the man in the white coat across the isolation room reminded him.

With sturdy doors and windows blocking them, and many staff members on duty outside, they were not worried that someone turning into a zombie would affect them.

"What's it to you?" The man's anger flared up instantly when he heard these words.

"Listen or not, it's up to you," the man said indifferently.

He sat on the bed, crossed his legs, and took a sip of water.

The man ignored him and continued talking to the girl:

"Rest well, don't be afraid of anything with your brother here."

"Brother, I think he's right. You should change rooms, don't get infected too," the girl said.

"It's better to be infected, so I can continue to take care of you," the man said affectionately.

The girl closed her eyes and said nothing more.

The isolation area is not a prison after all. Although everyone's freedom is temporarily restricted, it does not prevent them from learning about the outside situation at any time.

There is no power supply in the isolation room, so it is impossible to charge mobile phones.

However, every certain distance, there is a TV on the wall of the aisle, and everyone quietly watches the reports on TV in their spare time.

"Emergency notice, emergency notice."

"Citizens, please note! Affected by the virus, the number of infections in the West District has increased significantly.

In order to ensure the safety of the lives and property of the majority of residents, please temporarily evacuate your original residences within the West District and rush to the nearest temporary resettlement site as soon as possible.

There are currently 9 temporary resettlement sites, the addresses are as follows:…"

The same news has been playing on a loop all night.

"Alas! It seems that the West District is about to be lost…" someone said.

"Nonsense, watch, it won't be long before the zombies are wiped out," someone in another isolation room retorted.

"I think it's difficult to wipe out the zombies!

Not to mention anything else, just take the 15-day incubation period, how do you solve it?

If you ask me, gathering people together is more dangerous.

If someone is already infected, once they turn into a zombie, a large area will be infected!"

"Doesn't that mean it's not safe to go to the resettlement site either?" someone asked.

"What do you think?

It can only be said that gathering people together is convenient for management and protection.

The urban area is so large, and it is certainly not easy to defend if troops are divided everywhere.

But gathering people together also carries great risks.

I think the current method is very good, one person in a small single room, no one next to anyone.

It's a pity that this method won't work when there are too many people."

"Isn't it said that the antigen has been developed now?"

"How can it be so fast?

Not to mention how long it takes from mass production to the start of antigen testing, how much manpower, material resources, and financial resources are consumed in the middle, just how high can the accuracy rate be?"

"You are too pessimistic!

Looking at the history of human development, how many major epidemics have occurred?

In the past, with such primitive medical conditions, didn't we still win the battle against viruses?

What's more, technology is so advanced now."

"Alas! It's just a pity for those who turned into zombies, they were directly shot, it's too tragic!"

"Womanly kindness!

From a medical point of view, people are already dead after brain death.

It's just that this virus has hijacked the brain nerves.

Although they can still move, they no longer have conscious activity and no longer belong to the category of humans.

The problem now is, if you don't kill it, it will turn around and attack more people, what do you say?"

"Alas! That's true!"

"Hey, have you heard?

Aymptomatic infected person appeared in the Dawn Hospital.

She is a nurse from Binjiang Hospital," someone asked in a low voice.

"I haven't heard of it, where did you hear the news?" Everyone gathered at the window and asked curiously.

The man cleared his throat and said triumphantly:

"I also heard it from others.

Presumably everyone knows that the first case of virus infection came from Binjiang Hospital.

And this nurse was in charge of the infected person's ward at the time.

At that time, no one knew about this virus, and they didn't know that people with brain death could still turn into zombies.

Logically speaking, patients with brain death are basically unable to do so within 24 hours, and basically cannot be cured.

But at that time, the infected person still had a heartbeat, and the experts were still consulting, so the little nurse went over to change the medicine as usual.

But when changing the medicine, the suddenly zombified infected person stood up and bit the nurse's arm.

The nurse was so frightened that she turned pale and screamed loudly.

But the zombie wouldn't let go, and tore a piece of meat from her arm.

Fortunately, the escorts in the several beds next to her saw that something was wrong, quickly dragged the zombie away, and pulled the person out of the room.

However, I heard that several escorts in the room were bitten, and other patients were bitten to death on the spot."

"I know this.

It was on the news at the time.

But later the hospital issued a statement saying it was a medical dispute," another person suddenly remembered the news he had seen before.

"What happened to the nurse later?" someone continued to ask.

"Didn't the virus break out later?

The nurse was quarantined.

But who knew that after 15 days, the nurse had not died or turned into a zombie.

It is said that in just 15 days, the person was tortured beyond recognition.

But later she got better, and she regained her health.

After the Dawn Hospital was built, she was transferred to the Dawn Hospital."

"Then why haven't I seen her?" one of the doctors asked, and the other doctors nodded in agreement.

"She is a national treasure, how can they let you see her?

Think about it, what does asymptomatic mean?

It shows that she can resist this virus.

Maybe whether we can successfully eliminate the virus this time depends on her.

Doesn't that mean she has to be strictly protected?" The man replied disdainfully.

"Maybe the nurse wasn't infected?" someone questioned.

"Are you the smartest person in the world?

Do you think so many experts are just freeloaders?

Can't they tell whether she has been infected or not?" The man continued to reply.

"I was just saying, there are people with guns standing guard 24 hours a day in the building next to me.

I always thought there was some big shot living inside."

"Wow, according to you, this nurse is really lucky!" someone exclaimed.

"More than lucky, she is simply the chosen one!" The storyteller concluded.

Everyone nodded in silence.

This kind of thing can only be envied.

"Excuse me, are you all doctors?" the man taking care of his sister asked.

"Yes! What's the matter?" the man in the isolation room across the street asked impatiently.

"I'm sorry, I had a bad attitude just now!" The man tried his best to squeeze out a smile and apologized.

"Hey! It's okay." Seeing that the other party apologized, the man didn't continue to hold on and waved his hand in reply.

"I want to ask, is there any way to treat the virus now?" the man asked.

"There is no way.

The virus will attack the brain nerves.

As far as I know, there is no good treatment method so far, we can only leave it to fate," the man shook his head helplessly and said.

After hearing this, the man's face was filled with sorrow, and he looked at his sister with a look of reluctance.

Dongfang Chen was also paying attention to the external situation, but he couldn't do anything at the moment, so he could only wait and see.