Yan hesitated and said, "Just now?"
An Yu explained: "If you try to obtain my genes, your body will be exploded. The brain is not written into the data card. This is a passive ability of mine."
The room filled with sharp noises seemed to be quiet for a moment.
Yan was silent for a while, "What types of deformities are it effective for?"
An Yu said calmly: "Everything."
He stepped out of the threshold and stepped into the rain filled with water ants and insect eggs. He said softly, "Just in time, all the freaks will turn into gluttons when they see me."
The rainwater is very hot, slightly corrosive, and stings when it hits the skin. An Yu walked quickly and was glad to wear the polymer clothes given by his superior, but he felt a little sad when he saw the rain pouring on his new clothes.
The great white Morpho butterflies responsible for reducing damage surrounded him lightly. Water ants rushed into the butterfly formation to bite, and then disappeared in an instant. He was like a quiet mincer, with countless black water ants flying from all directions in the sky. They gathered on him and disappeared quietly into the rainy night.
The streets were deserted, and water ants were banging against every window in the building. District 34 has a lot of experience in fighting water ant infestations. The emergency broadcast on the street shouted: "All residents! We are suffering from a wave of water ants. Unlike the past, this wave of anomalies is less lethal, but the spirit is strong." It is extremely destructive, and the possibility of infection with distortion caused by sound waves cannot be ruled out for the time being. Residents are asked to follow the previous strategies to combat water ant distortion, stay at home, close doors and windows, block water pipes and airways, and preferably block ears. Continued The announcement will be released in text form through the social media platform of the 34th District Management Center. I repeat, all residents of District 34——"
Qin Zhilu said on the channel: "The hospital has lost contact with the main city. You should go there immediately."
An Yu quickened his pace, "Is the skin disease serious this time?"
"The last communication occurred when the abnormal water ant swarm entered Area 34. The patients suddenly broke out with high fever and vomiting, and then the hospital lost contact. This was a premeditated invasion. The Black Tower predicted that this group of water ants would not be able to spread the distortion through biting. They rely on sound waves. They lay dirty eggs into the water supply system early, causing plagues and interfering with human psychological defenses." Qin Zhilu quickly introduced the situation, "Previously, the hospital had carried out agile genetic screening on skin patients, and no one had aberrations for the time being. "
Although no one is aberrant, the hospital is already a scene of human tragedy.
People who had no obvious abnormality a few hours ago collectively burst into abscesses, ulcers and swellings covering their faces, hands and feet, and the pus and blood dripping out spread to every inch of skin. Their heads were no longer humanoid, and they were vomiting with their swollen mouths pulled open. They dragged their bodies on the ground while spitting out large pieces of blood and minced meat.
Many people lay motionless on the ground. Some people tripped over the corpses and never got up.
An Yu could vaguely distinguish a few people wearing medical isolation suits among the corpses on the ground. All the medical staff were wiped out, and the plague had entered a super-speed infection period.
The strong fishy smell mixed with the sour smell of the rainwater that seeped in. Everyone couldn't stop retching, and immediately rushed to the fourth floor without caring about the stampede.
Qin Zhilu suddenly asked in the private channel: "Have you brought out the metronome you wanted to give me?"
An Yu paused and said blankly: "No, I'm afraid the rain will damage it."
Qin Zhilu thought for a moment, "Is it completely unable to work?"
An Yu watched Yan violently break the lock on the door to the inpatient area on the fourth floor, "Yes, sir, the pendulum needle has stopped."
"Where's the pocket watch?"
"It's also completely broken."
Qin Zhilu thought deeply and said: "My intuition tells me that that metronome is not simple. The mechanical clock disappeared, the electronic time was blocked, the audio and video rhythms were disordered, and the super abnormality plundered all the time vehicles in Area 34, but only the pocket watch was left behind. And the metronome." He paused and added, "The pocket watch was hidden by Dr. Lao. It may have to be eliminated, and then only the metronome will be left."
An Yu nodded slightly. His eyes swept across the dead and half-dead people crowded in the corridor. A little girl whose facial features could no longer be seen curled herself up into her mother's arms, making a purring noise in her throat, and abscesses bursting out of her eye sockets. Therefore, I did not see that my mother was already dead.
Lu Ming stood in front of her, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end he just turned his back.
An Yu pushed open the tight door of the mental hospital area - this place was originally isolated from the outside world. He thought the situation would be better, but unexpectedly he ran into the old man who was tapping chopsticks rushing out of the ward, with pustules all over his face and bleeding. , his eyeballs still remained, and he came straight to An Yu with angry eyes.
Before Yan could reach out to stop him, he was knocked to the ground, like a fallen piece of rotten wood, soaked in blood in the blink of an eye.
The man lying on the ground writing the diary has turned into a puddle of rotten flesh. The poet ran all over the corridor with pustules. The strong man tied to the bed perfectly demonstrated the process of pustules robbing lives. He cursed, and the pustules moved at a speed visible to the naked eye. It gathered and exploded from under the skin, and the pus flowed to other places, and new abscesses quickly grew, until even his throat began to deform, and the curses turned into roars with unknown meanings.
An Yu walked quickly towards the ward at the end, but unexpectedly, halfway through, he suddenly heard a loud bang on the ward door behind him, and Dr. Lao rushed out of the ward holding the little girl with braids.
He was wrapped in several layers of protective clothing and turned a blind eye to An Yu and others. He rushed directly into the nursing room, swept everything off the examination bed, and put the little girl on it.
"C4720, D792A8..." He muttered behind the protective mask. His skinny hands quickly touched the injections in the medicine cabinet. In a blink of an eye, he picked out four or five ampoules, opened them, sucked the needles, and turned around. Quickly push into the little girl's arm.
The little girl's body was relatively clean, except for a red envelope on her left index finger, which was gathering up quickly.
After the potions were pushed in, the red envelope suddenly stopped.
Dr. Lao breathed a sigh of relief. He held the little girl's face and said, "You can't kill this finger. I have to save your life. Do you understand?"
The little girl looked at him blankly, and before she could react, a crisp bone cracking sound accompanied by a scream resounded through the room.
Lu Meng closed his eyes the moment Dr. Lao swung the knife, but he still did not escape the scene of blood splattering.
The little girl struggled fiercely, but the finger had been cut off at the root, and blood instantly spread on the bed. Dr. Lao quickly prepared disinfection to stop the bleeding. He kept chanting, "The limb must be amputated to prevent the infection from spreading. I can't make any more mistakes..." Tears accumulated in his eyes. He said to the little girl in a trembling voice: "I'm sorry, there is no surgery on the fourth floor. Room, I can only..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped.
His busy movements suddenly stopped, and the little girl's crying gradually stopped. After a moment, she flexed her fingers in disbelief.
The left index finger is still there, as if the broken finger just now was an illusion.
The pustule quickly gathered up and burst with a soft pop, and pus flowed down the fingers to the back of the hand.
Dr. Lao was stunned at the rapidly spreading pustules. After a few seconds, he looked down at his hands.
There was a hole in the protective glove at some point, and a drop of pus splashed into the hole, and the skin that came into contact was turning red.
In the silence, the knife slipped from his hand and hit the ground crisply.
He took a few steps back as if he was unbalanced, until he hit the medicine shelf and fell to the ground.
Several more holes were cut into the protective suit. His lips trembled and he tore the protective suit to pieces along the holes.
"At the quarter of the hour..." he murmured: "At the quarter of the hour..."
"What's the matter?" An Yu immediately stepped forward, and Lu Ming grabbed him from behind, "Don't! You have an ordinary human body. If you get infected..."
An Yu broke away. He rushed to Dr. Lao and squatted down, grabbing his shoulders with both hands. "Tell me, where is the clock?"
"Zhong..." The pustules have spread from the skin in the collar to the neck. Lao's condition seems to be progressing faster than others. The pustules quickly bulge under the skin of the face and rush towards the eyeballs. He could no longer speak, so his old hand held An Yu's hand and tapped on the back of his hand.
One second at a time.
Ta, tap, tap, tap...
An Yu was stunned for only a moment. Seeing the pustules spreading to his lower eyelids, he suddenly ordered in a cold voice: "Look at me!"
Dr. Lao was lost for a moment, and then his eyes were caught by those golden eyes.
In fact, he had almost lost consciousness and had not yet digested the instruction. But at that moment, he suddenly felt that the golden eyes in front of him had a unique attraction, making him look involuntarily.
His field of vision gradually blurred, and he hallucinated that those clear golden eyes were being filled with blood, suffused with red, tracing his own outline in those eyes.
It is filled with the powerlessness and sorrow of being unable to save the patient.
"Dr. Lao! The new drug combination worked! There was no recurrence after the ascites was removed, the blood biochemical indicators were normal, and the granulocytes dropped!"
"Doctor Lao, we have applied for medical support from the main city. The batch will arrive tonight at the earliest. District 34 is saved!"
"Dr. Lao, thank you..."
"Dr. Lao, my child is fine. I'm really grateful..."
He walked quickly past those who announced the good news and expressed gratitude, frowning, and went directly into the intensive care unit.
A boy in his twenties was lying on the hospital bed. The thigh of his right leg was hanging up, but the part below the knee had disappeared.
"Doctor Lao." The young man raised his lips weakly at him, "Are my indicators okay?"
He frowned, flipped through the latest test report, and said after a long time: "Sorry, the infection is still spreading. The scope of the amputation needs to be expanded, and it may be necessary to completely cut off. Not only the right leg, but also the left leg..."
"Total removal?" The young man was stunned for a moment, "But I still have to step on the piano pedal. If my right leg is amputated, my left leg will also be amputated, but if my left leg is also..."
"I'm sorry." He took a deep breath and avoided the shocked look, "but if you want to live, you can only fight for the last chance."
The young man's head slowly lowered, and his hair covered the side of his face. After a long time, he said: "I heard that the medicine has taken effect and this plague can be cured."
"Yes."
"but I……"
"I'm sorry, you were infected too early and had serious complications. Now it's not the virus that's killing you."
The room was completely silent. The young man slowly took out a metal pocket watch from his arms. It was an antique watch. The hands moved heavily but clearly, making a clicking sound.
"So, if both legs are amputated, will I definitely survive?"
A feeling of suffocation crept into Dr. Lao's heart. He seemed to be strangled by something. After a long time, he murmured: "Sorry, kid, I can only say that there is a 30% chance of survival... But this is just statistics, and statistics are based on individuals. It’s meaningless, once life or death happens, it’s 100%.”
"Then..." The boy tapped the dial lightly, "How long can I live without amputation? I will hold my first small concert next month. After the catastrophe, there has been no such activity in District 34. The kids nearby are looking forward to it..."
Dr. Lao swallowed and shook his head slightly, "I can't hold it..."
"What about... seven days? If you hurry up, seven days will be enough to prepare for the concert. Please..."
"Feel sorry……"
"Five days? Will you try your best to hang on to my life?"
"48 hours is the most."
"In this way..." The young man's fierce tone calmed down, and he held the pocket watch tightly in his palm, and the slender chain was almost broken. For a long time, he murmured: "Can you please do it for me..."
Before he finished speaking, a violent tremor deep in his consciousness caused An Yu to jerk out of his thoughts.
Dr. Lao's eyes had burst into pustules, and his eyeballs were squeezed, interrupting his memory acquisition.
He was stunned, and the hand that was holding him let go, and the body that seemed to have been fighting against something finally collapsed and quietly melted into a pool of blood.
An Yu's hands were covered with pus and blood, but the terminal showed that his survival value was normal.
He stood up slowly. The new clothes were stained, and although it was impossible to clean them, he wiped them gently with a piece of gauze dipped in alcohol.
"Why are you so stunned at him?" Lu Ming couldn't help but ask.
An Yu shook his head. He had not reported the memory recall ability to the Black Tower yet, and the superior seemed to have tacitly agreed to keep it secret for him.
Qin Zhilu's voice suddenly came from the earphones, "Don't reveal your memory reading ability."
An Yu paused, shook his head and said, "I'm not in a daze. He said a few words to me. His voice was too low for you to hear."
He didn't know if he was overthinking it. The superior made no secret of his space and time acceleration abilities, but when it came to time retrograde, even if it was only at the level of consciousness, the superior seemed to have been consciously covering it up for him.
An Yu briefly summarized the memory of what he saw and compiled it into what Dr. Lao said to him and synchronized it for everyone.
Qin Zhilu said on the public channel: "We just found out that Zhong Ji was one of the earliest infected people in the previous wave of plague. The final cause of death was other malignant infections caused by the plague. Before his death, he underwent an amputation operation and had his leg removed. But amputation failed to curb the spread of infection and he refused a second amputation and died the next day."
Everyone fell into silence. Lu Ming moved his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but swallowed it back. Yan looked at him for a while, gently squeezed his hand, and quickly let go before he resisted. He said softly: "You grew up in Bai City, and you should have seen more misery than this."
The emptiness in Lumen's eyes faded away, and he sneered, "Shouldn't you be insensitive now that you're used to it?"
Those eyes were open and sharp, glaring at Yan aggressively. Yan shook his head, "Of course not, but in this world, too much empathy will only increase pain." He paused and looked at An, who was staring blankly at his pocket watch. Yu, "But compassion is inevitable. Even if An Yu is socially indifferent, he must still feel sorry for Zhongji."
An Yu suddenly came back to his senses, "Huh?"
He was stunned for a while before nodding, "It's a pity indeed. It's hard for me to understand him. There was a 30% chance of survival after surgery, but he gave up. Isn't this courting death?"
