The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

The largest and most formal Eston Hospital in Mueller City.

The built-in radiation department is in an awkward position in the entire circle—the residents of the upper floors will hardly be exposed to any high-radiation energy pollution. In contrast, the guys who need to enter the department for first aid are usually ordinary people with no money and low status.

But there is always an accident in everything.

About two weeks ago, a teenager rushed into his department and delivered a dying child to his hands.

Just a simple visual inspection can understand the current situation of that poor little guy.

Severe radiation infection, internal organ failure, dyspnea, almost cessation of hematopoietic function, etc... It is a miracle to maintain consciousness under the action of this series of complications.

Taking the dignity and integrity of the attending physician for twenty-three years as a bet, there is almost no possibility of salvation for patients in this state.

Regardless of whether it is from the hospital's rules and regulations or the ethics of a professional physician, Edmond should seriously refuse to accept this dying patient.

But... he really gave too much that day.

Wives and children need more money to show off or obtain more scarce luxury resources. It seems like cigarettes and red wine, whether it is for entertaining guests or for personal use, it can give people a great sense of comfort.

Even Edmund himself needs a lot of money.

After all, in terms of his seniority and age, he was already enough to sit on the top spot of the deputy dean-just think of a way to make the dean nod.

And that whole box of gold bars was enough to make Edmund's dream come true.

It's just keeping this little guy from dying for a month. With the facilities inside the hospital, it's not a difficult task at all.

But now...

"Something went wrong."

A thin layer of oily sweat appeared on the half-bald skull, and Edmund's eyes passed through the thick lenses, and finally projected onto the yellowing instrument, revealing a panic expression.

The members of the department surrounded Nuoer's hospital bed one after another, without sorrow and joy on their faces, maintaining the final restraint of the doctors.

"You tell me, how can this little guy suddenly lose his vital signs?!"

The pale Nuoer lay quietly on the sickbed, her brows stretched out at some unknown time, and even the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile of relief.

Just from the appearance, everyone would think that this little guy had just had a dream that made her feel happy—except for the tester that pierced the ears because it couldn't detect the heartbeat.

Noel is dead.

Just last night.

No one knows the specific reason, this little guy seemed to be detached from his sleep, and quietly stopped breathing.

"Where's the nurse? Come out and explain! What are you doing?!"

In anger, a group of nurses and doctors looked at each other, seeing each other's confusion and confusion in each other's eyes.

The 24-hour life-saving machine, accompanied by the caregivers who deal with emergency affairs at all times, coupled with regular cleaning and nutritional supplements, the entire department is doing its utmost for Noel's life.

"Uh...Mr. Edmond, I believe our entire department has done its best."

"Then how do you tell me to explain to the patient's family? Tell him, did this little guy die suddenly?"

The foreman who replied was speechless for a while, and after his face became a little ugly, he stepped aside.

Inside the department, everyone was very optimistic about Knoll's treatment. Under the work of the life-saving machine, it should be more than enough for a month and a half.

But... what is the problem in this situation now?

No one came forward to answer again.

In the silence, a strange atmosphere spread in the room.

And just as everyone thought differently, thinking about how to deal with the funeral, the door guard on the first floor rushed in violently, shouting constantly.

"Chief, the guy who came with gold bars last time, he has already reached the door!"

...

Jing'an's expression is a bit inexplicable.

He subconsciously tugged at the corner of his clothes, and at the same time lowered his head, and looked around his clothes.

A clean gray checkered shirt, blue and white jeans, and a pair of slightly loose sneakers. These clothes were not even considered exquisite in the eyes of the upper class, but they were already the last legacy left to him by Grandpa of the Branch.

In order to welcome Nuoer's'discharge', Jing'an has done her best to make the most decent dress.

"Is there anything weird about me?"

"Eh?! Ah...no, sir, please wait a moment."

I don't know why, Jing An read a hint of panic from the eyes of the caregiver behind the windowsill.

For no reason, his heart suddenly twitched slightly.

Before he had time to think about it, he saw a serious-faced man suddenly walked across the window sill. The white coat on his body was a little dazzling, and there was an inexplicable tension in his voice that suppressed even more.

"Sir, there are some errors in the content of the registration card you applied for before, and it needs to be adjusted. I will help you deal with it. Please wait..."

The heavy display screen reproduced by post-disaster technology lights up, and the blue bottom light shines on the male doctor's lens, reflecting a strange luster.

Something is wrong.

The premonition that emerged from the bottom of my heart instantly came to my mind, and the old popsicle on the side seemed to have noticed some subtle changes. At this time, his ears were pricked up and looked at Jing'an beside him.

In the hall that was still deserted, the air seemed to become a bit sticky and solidified. Jing'an's heartbeat speeded up suddenly, he raised his head, thinking about it, and looked around.

Later, I saw the elevator at the rear side slowly opening.

I saw a few doctors who were wearing masks and couldn't see their expressions pouring out. They all had their heads low, surrounded by a push bed covered with white cloth and could not see their faces, and hurriedly pushed towards the back door of the hospital.

It's not right, the way this cart gives him...very familiar.

The back of Jing'an's neck suddenly began to feel cold. His smile disappeared, and finally he stepped forward and shouted.

"Wait!"

There was no response, and even after Jing'an called to stop, several doctors accelerated their pace. At the same time, a few big and thick men who sprang out from nowhere, now lie in front of Jing'an, like a few thick towers of meat.

"Sir, please don't disturb the normal work of our hospital."

"You... get out."

Jing'an's expression had frozen at some point, his eyes passed between the strong men, staring straight at the bed that was about to be pushed out of the hospital.

The brawny went one step further, replacing answers with actions.

At this moment, the sound of the system sounded.

[Hint: Analyzing the surrounding environment and existing information, Estun Hospital is consciously hiding something from the host. The probability of being related to Knoll is above 99%, it is recommended that the host intercept the bed]