Real World Simulator

Just when Fang Yu and others cheered in unison for completing the most important node of this mission.

In the refuge, earth-shaking changes are taking place.

"Where's the doctor? Where's the doctor? Someone here is dying, come on! Come on!!"

In a critically ill area of ​​the isolation area, on one after another, there are patients who have been infected with influenza and have transformed into late stages.

In one of the hospital beds, a middle-aged woman was already unconscious, but her face was flushed like an overcooked crab, but her lips were purple and blue as if poisoned, and her breathing was intermittent. scary.

Another man on the other hospital bed with the same listless face screamed out in fright when he saw the "patient" next to him with such symptoms.

However, he is also a critically ill patient, and his own condition is not much better than that woman's. His voice is hoarse and inflamed. Although he has tried his best to shout, in fact, the words he shouted are basically only he himself can understand. hear.

"The doctor hasn't come in for two days, are we abandoned?"

The patient in the same room, lying on the bed in despair, said in a hoarse to almost silent voice.

In the past two days, let alone the doctor, no one even came to deliver food. Most of the people in the ward are already so sick that they have basically lost their ability to take care of themselves.

If people don't come, let's not mention whether they will die of illness, but they will die of starvation or thirst first.

Dozens of patients in the same ward actually thought of this too.

They can roughly guess that they and others should have been given up.

Because, before their illness, the doctor had already said that it was caused by the flu virus. In this doomsday environment, there is basically no chance of cure. Lying here is actually waiting to die.

But at least someone will come over to reassure them a little before.

Now, there is no one.

In the entire ward, only the sound of breathing and coughing kept ringing, and everyone basically lost the ability to speak.

The first thing this flu virus hurts is the throat. Most people's throats are red, swollen, and inflamed. Let alone talking, it is difficult to breathe.

Anti-inflammatory drugs have not been given to them for a long time, and all these drugs are given to people with mild symptoms first.

Even so, the daily consumption of medicines in the entire shelter is too large to be scary. The previous reserves are completely exhausted, and because the ground is sealed by the cold current, there is no chance to go to the nearest hospital to get medicines.

What makes people feel more hopeless than death is that they are unable to shout or wave, and the flu has developed to a severe state. They are like a machine that is about to be scrapped. Every small movement will consume the energy of the whole body.

They can only quietly wait for the god of death to devour them.

There are only three causes of their death: sickness, starvation, and thirst.

As it stands, perhaps the first cause of death will make them feel less pain.

And put your eyes on other isolation areas, the original moderate symptom area and mild symptom area, if people in the severe disease area can step out of the ward and take a look, they will know that in the ward next to the mild disease area or the moderate symptom area, There was no trace of the doctor.

One by one, the patients with mild symptoms were rushing to the outside, and the others who were still lying on the bed had developed into severe symptoms!

Very few patients are still active.

From District 1 to District 3, in all the isolation areas, there are critically ill patients lying on the hospital beds. They are not dead yet, but they are already motionless on the beds like corpses.

On the ground and outside the door, critically ill patients could be seen lying on the ground everywhere. From their looks, they obviously wanted to struggle to crawl out, but after climbing halfway, they no longer had the strength to continue moving, and could only lie on the cold ground.

The flow of heat made their breathing weaker and weaker. Some people's chests were still rising and falling, while some people's chests had already stopped moving.

Outside the isolation area and inside the refuge, the people who were still under the oppressive atmosphere after the cold snap had gone completely crazy.

There are people everywhere, frantically running around in the shelter with big bags and small bags on their backs.

Ziyang Shelter actually has four exits, and each exit corresponds to a subway entrance of Ziyang Subway Station.

Fang Yu went in before, and it was Exit 13, which was one of the entrances.

Today, the four exits of the shelter are no longer guarded by soldiers, and all the residents are frantically running outside with their luggage, including normal and coughing people.

All the fleeing people were wearing masks. Whenever someone with a cough appeared, there would be a large area around that person, and then everyone crowded towards the iron gate even more frantically.

And the coughing person will suddenly be thrown to the ground by the debris thrown from other places, accompanied by the throwing of things, mixed with frightening and crazy words in the middle.

"He has the flu, don't let him out! Don't get near him! Keep him here, keep him here!!"

Accompanied by these words, the crowd paused for a while, and after the frantically dodging crowd stopped, in the terrified eyes of the coughing man, one after another, objects smashed towards his head and face.

Among them are food, wooden boards, steel pipes, and even kitchen knives.

The man only had time to let out a few groans of pain before being knocked down to the ground, coughing and wailing, and blood spewed out from the ground.

Some people in the crowd silently covered their mouths, some of them flushed obviously, but they didn't dare to make the slightest sound at the moment.

At this time, there were very few people left in the shelter.

All that remained were the injured people all over the ground. Among these people, some were accidentally injured, and some were abandoned because they were infected with the flu.

Apart from them, all that was left were corpses that had long lost their breath.

The entire Ziyang Refuge is no longer as stable and orderly as it used to be. Panic, despair... and death are everywhere.

And all of this happened in just three days.

Time went back to three days ago.

On this day, the doctor is still guarding the isolation area. Although the isolation area is full of gloom, everyone still holds a glimmer of hope.

The Ministry of Mobile has already set off to find the medicine, so everyone still has hope, as long as you hold on, everything will be fine.

However, at this time, a case suddenly occurred in residential area No. 6.

In the residential area for single men, a middle-aged man in his forties felt dizzy and hot all over after waking up.

He felt very thirsty, and when he tried to speak, he found that he couldn't even straighten his tongue.

He was powerless and reached out to touch his neck, only to find that his neck was already swollen like a bucket, and it felt like a bulging lump, like a swollen steamed bun.

It's not just him, there are more than a dozen other people in the room who have the same symptoms as him.

In addition, after the rest of the people woke up, more or less people had colds and fevers, only a few lucky ones had nothing, and it was they who screamed and shouted that made the rest of the residential areas Everyone notices the difference.

In an instant, several other residential areas have discovered this abnormal situation one after another.

The first floor of the refuge. The frying pan has started.