Plague Doctor

"Hello, this is the Dahua Tianji hotline."

"Hello...I, I want to report the situation. I have been on that website before, and I have developed many symptoms of neurological disorders..."

"Sir, please tell us your address. Our staff will take you to the centralized treatment point for treatment within an hour. You can bring some personal supplies, but not too much. There are all the facilities at the treatment point. There are arrangements."

"I would like to ask, what is the specific treatment? Do you need surgery... and how many days will you need to stay in the hospital?"

"These aspects all need to be diagnosed by a doctor. No matter what the treatment plan is, it is free of charge."

"What does the centralized treatment center look like? How many people are there in one ward?"

"Patients with mild symptoms are admitted to multi-person wards, and the specific situation depends on their condition; each severe patient has a prefabricated single room. Don't worry, sir, abnormal cranial nerve disorder syndrome is not an infectious disease, and there is no risk of cross-infection in multi-person wards. As for the rest, our medical team will do their best.”

"Oh, then come here quickly... My head hurts... There is a sound that keeps ringing... My address is..."

"Okay, we have arranged for personnel to come to the door. Please sir, please be patient and stay at home."

"My head hurts so much, come on, please..."

After putting down the phone, Zhang Xiaojun pressed one hand on the top of his head painfully, but he couldn't hold down the splitting headache. He couldn't hold down the scalp that was swollen and seemed to be torn apart. Every pore of the hair seemed to be bleeding out of blood. , drip, drip, drip, the blood is gathering into a pool of blood.

Zhang Xiaojun's other hand is still holding the phone tightly, as if it is a life-saving straw, and must not let go...

How could I have been so stupid to log on to that enlightenment website without thinking... These days, I am lucky enough not to ask for help...

"Ah." Zhang Xiaojun wailed in pain and hit his forehead with his mobile phone, feeling extremely regretful. At this time, he just wanted to get rid of all the haze caused by that website.

He rents this small one-bedroom apartment by himself. He lost his job due to the epidemic. The foreign trade company where he worked has been closed down for more than a month, and he still owes several months of unpaid wages. But they couldn't find their boss to settle the score. The boss died of abnormal ossification earlier and his family was ruined.

There are no new jobs to be found at all, there are layoffs, bankruptcies, closures, disappearances, deaths... there are no job recruitments for new jobs at all.

That website... When I think of that website, it seems like countless strange and weird scenes are coming to me, just like when I open the website.

I thought that at most it would just pop up a scary ghost picture and a screaming sound effect... I have muted the computer speakers, how come there is still...

Those roars and howls, like those of ghosts in purgatory, rushed directly into his mind at that time. From then on, he kept talking in whispers, what on earth were they talking about, what on earth did they mean, how could he calm down his mind... And It's not like it is now, it seems like it will explode at any time...

Zhang Xiaojun sat slumped on a wooden chair, constantly watching the clock on his phone change, gasping for breath, and his whole body sometimes felt cold and sometimes heated.

This is the first time I feel that an hour is so long. Why can’t those Tianji personnel come quickly? Come quickly...

Just when he was about to lose his support, the doorbell finally rang, and someone knocked on the door. A voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Zhang, we are the medical team of Dahua Tianji Bureau." Zhang Xiaojun hurriedly stood up and wanted to rush over. , but the shaky body can only be dragged slowly. There is hope, there is hope...

My heart, which had been clogged with fear and despair ever since I saw the news, was beating more vigorously with a glimmer of new hope, as if a dead tree was coming to life.

Bureau of Secrets, the only one who can save him now is the Bureau of Secrets...

I hope no surgery is needed, and if it is, it won’t be a particularly major surgery. I hope this is the case and there won’t be any sequelae.

He is still young, only 29 years old. He still has a long life to live. He is not married yet and has no children... It should not be possible. That website has been solved by the Tianji Bureau. These abnormal symptoms can also be solved. There are old Seal, with the Crow Seal, there must be other more powerful technologies that have not been announced...

Of course those powerful technologies will be hidden. This is true in all aspects, whether it is weapons, aircraft or ships, it is all like this...

The inexplicable noise and chaotic thoughts made Zhang Xiaojun feel dizzy before his eyes. He almost used up his last bit of strength to open the door.

For a moment, his heart tightened, and he was worried that the people outside the door were not Tianji personnel, but other evil monsters. But when he saw more clearly, he saw several figures wearing Tianji uniforms, and there were people pushing them. A stretcher bed, he burst into tears of joy.

"My head hurts so much, please help..." Zhang Xiaojun really cried, without feeling embarrassed, and begged for help: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have gone to that website, I shouldn't have hidden it for so long, I I don’t know, I thought it was just a bad cold...I really didn’t know it would be so serious..."

He hasn't cried in many years, not when he was in love, not when he lost his job, and when he was sad and depressed many times, he couldn't even cry even if he wanted to. This life has long been numb, and it seems that no matter what the situation, the most he can do is sigh, thinking that the worst he can do is die, and living has long been boring.

He thought he had nothing to do with life, but only now did he realize that he actually still wanted to live and live well.

He wants to live, save lives, he wants to live, even if he just lives an ordinary life like before... He wants to go back to those days...

Zhang Xiaojun

His consciousness became blurry, and he didn’t know how he was put on a stretcher. He was dying and didn’t bring anything with him, just a mobile phone. However, the mobile phone was quickly taken away by the medical staff, who put him on the stretcher. Respirator, IV drip...

As if in the blink of an eye, he was pushed onto a medical vehicle, but he was not the only patient in this vehicle.

And before getting on this car, there seemed to be other cars in the convoy on the road, buses, with many people on them.

Are they all people who have visited that website...

Zhang Xiaojun breathed out uncomfortably, feeling dizzy and almost unable to open his eyes. He felt dizzy when he saw anything. His ears were buzzing as if he was deaf. He couldn't hear what the doctors and nurses next to him were saying. ...After an unknown amount of time, he felt the car start to move, and there were bumps underneath him, which made him even more uncomfortable. His chest was so tight that he was about to vomit. He didn't know whether he was holding back or was unable to vomit, so he didn't become even more messy.

Centralized treatment point... hurry up, hurry up... whether you need surgery or something, hurry up...

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