Natural disasters are coming: the space is busy with stockpiling and farming

Chapter 77 The Weird Central Hospital

The originally aggressive crowd suddenly panicked, running and shouting.

From time to time, someone was accidentally pushed down the stairs, and the scene became chaotic.

Jiang Sheng still looked calm and breezy, standing in front of the door and watching coldly, feeling very ironic in his heart.

Everyone wants to get something for nothing, but you have to see if you have the strength!
Qin Zhishan's face was splashed with a little blood, and the warm blood ran down his cheeks. He couldn't help but stand up all over his body, and turned his head to run away.

Chen Qiming, that bastard!Why don't you tell them that these people have guns!

Now Chen Qiming won't lose money by stealing chickens. If he wants to get down from Rongping Garden in the future, it will be troublesome.

In less than a minute, there was no one left running in front of the door on the 1th floor.

The power of guns, the human body naturally cannot compete with it, so the fear of bullets has already been deeply engraved into their souls.

If one shot is not enough to shatter the wishful thinking in their minds, then give a few more shots.

There are enough bullets, it depends on whether they have the life to eat a few more.

The dead body was lying on the stairs, and none of the "partners" who came with the bald man cared about his dead body, and only cared about escaping by themselves.

Everyone knows the truth of shooting the first bird, but there is such a person who is not afraid of death who jumps out, presumably the others are secretly glad that it was not themselves who died, right?

Chen Qiming ran the fastest, but he was still dragged out of the house by Qin Zhishan and other building leaders for questioning.

"You didn't tell us that they have guns, are you trying to kill us!"

Qin Zhishan punched Chen Qiming on the bridge of the nose, and the next second, blood rushed out.

Chen Qiming squatted on the ground clutching his nose, the pain made him unable to speak.

Before he could recover, more fists and feet landed on him one after another.

This group of people didn't want to listen to Chen Qiming's explanation. What they needed now was just an outlet for their bad emotions.

Not long after, the dying Chen Qiming was thrown into the street. As for what he would face, no one would care.

After all, the only person who cared about his life was already forced to death by him, wasn't he?

After intimidating these insidious villains, Su Chen and the others were fully armed.

Today's goal is not to find supplies, but to find medicines for the Central Hospital.

After going out for the past few days, I have basically gotten used to the stench, and the effect of wearing a few more layers of masks is not too great.

The weather is still very hot, but everyone dare not go out in short-sleeved shorts.

It's one thing to be afraid of being scratched and infected by zombies.

Another situation is more disgusting.

The weather is hot, and all kinds of flies and mosquitoes are spreading and growing in the smelly garbage dump.

After extreme weather, they have more or less mutated, and they also carry unknown bacteria and viruses.

A bite from a mutated mosquito can cause redness, swelling and itching that lasts for half a month, and severe skin and flesh oozes pus.

No one wants to experience any of them, so they can only wear as many as possible to keep them out.

The means of transportation this time is still an electric tricycle, and two electric tricycles are buzzing and speeding along the streets of Qingcheng.

The Central Hospital is not too close to Rongping Garden, and it took a lot of effort for several people to rush to the Central Hospital.

When passing by, they also seized the crystal nuclei of many second-level zombies, which can be regarded as a good harvest.

There was no sound in the central hospital, and the leaves that had been dried up by the scorching sun clicked when they stepped on them, which was very ear-piercing in the empty courtyard.

It was too quiet, too eerily quiet.

Cold sweat broke out in the palms of several people, and the power was stored in the palms, ready to go.

Every step is as careful as walking on the tip of a knife.

The dried mud exudes an abnormal dark red color, and a few shreds of broken clothing are ruthlessly discarded in the gaps. The heat wave blows through, carrying a few traces of bloody smell that is not easy to detect.

The zombies outside the gate of the central hospital all hid far away, not daring to step in, as if they were separated by some barrier.

The situation is very bad, but still can only move forward with courage.

Because the door behind him has disappeared.

There was only one wall surrounding the dead hospital, lifeless and frighteningly deserted.

The escape route disappeared inexplicably, and everyone could only enter the hospital in a defensive formation.

All kinds of unknown medicines were scattered in the hall of the hospital, and the tables, chairs and benches were in a mess and randomly stacked in the corners.

Although it was messy, there was not much dirt, not even dust.

Compared with the outside city, this hospital looks bright and clean.

The cleaner it is, the weirder it is.

Now that he came in, the goal was naturally to find all kinds of medicines and useful equipment.

Although the environment is worrying, we must not forget the purpose of coming.

Looking at the instruction map on the first floor, everyone quickly found the location of the western pharmacy and the traditional Chinese pharmacy.

Go straight down the lobby and turn left to find it.

I thought I would encounter a zombie attack on the way, but it went smoothly, and I didn't even find any danger.

When I came to the western pharmacy, the door was loosely closed, and there was still a trace of light from the electric lamp inside.

Jiang Sheng kicked open the door vigilantly, and then stepped back instantly.

The house was stuffed to the brim, all of which were rations.

Food for zombies.

They were all frozen in place, and even maintained the expressions of fear in life, and their lives stayed forever at the moment they were most afraid of.

The room was filled with ice sculptures, and all the medicines that were supposed to be placed inside disappeared and disappeared.

Suppressing the fear welling up in his heart, Jiang Sheng continued to lead the way to the door of the Chinese medicine room.

Su Chen pushed her behind without leaving a trace, without making any sound.

Jiang Sheng was forced to retreat into everyone's encirclement, but he didn't dare to make a sound, and still followed others' footsteps silently towards the Chinese pharmacy.

The door of the Chinese medicine room was locked, Wang Moxuan stepped forward carefully, and gently opened the door with a small vine.

It's even weirder here, all kinds of zombies lacking arms and legs have their brains destroyed, and their crystal nuclei have been pulled out.

The corpses were thrown here casually, as if they were company with humans from a western pharmacy.

Resisting the nausea in their hearts, everyone carefully backed out again and walked towards the warehouse on the basement floor.

The safe passage has a strange green light, and the stairs leading to the unknown area are like a big mouth, waiting for the food to fall into the trap.

With no other choice, they tensed their bodies and walked towards the basement floor step by step.

There is obviously no difference, but the temperature here is much cooler than upstairs.

Jiang Sheng, who was wearing long-sleeved trousers, even felt a little cold, and his body could not stop shivering.

Take out a searchlight that can be worn on the top of the head from the space, and distribute it to everyone for their illumination.

The searchlight was turned on, and the originally dark underground floor instantly revealed its true appearance.

(End of this chapter)