Doomsday housewives: the head of the family does not bow down

Chapter 43 Obstetrician
Mu Cang returned to the camper, took great pains to pull the doctor off, and carried him to the small bed next to him.

She looked at Si Mian again, the young man recovered at an astonishing speed, his face turned bloody, and he just looked gloomy.

Mu Cang lifted the doctor's clothes, and the four-finger-wide wound next to the navel started to bleed out again after being tossed about by her.

"Do I need stitches?"

She scratched her head and looked around the room. It was a doctor's office. There were two windows on the south side and the lighting was very good.

Through the glass window, Mu Cang could clearly see her Land Rover parked under the hospital wall.

Since there are survivors in this building, are they also behind the glass windows, watching everything.

In short, the first floor is empty, the second floor has both zombies and survivors; the third floor...

Thinking of the third floor, her scalp still felt numb. Although she only peeked through the door, the image seemed to be engraved in her mind.

In the corridor of the inpatient area on the third floor, hundreds of zombies were roaming in a dense crowd. Each zombie had its head raised high and its mouth wide open, swallowing things that fell from the ceiling.

Mu Cang didn't see what it was, anyway, the rancid smell was strong.

Among the hundreds of zombies, only [-]% were female patients wearing hospital gowns with the logo of this private hospital.

The other zombies are more like ordinary people on the street, men, women, old and young, tall, short, fat, and thin. They should have come to this hospital after being turned into zombies.

It means that there is something very exciting on the third floor, luring them to gather here.

Mu Cang thought of those sticky yellow-brown liquids again, and really couldn't figure out what else was hidden above the third floor.

First of all, she needs someone who understands.

This skinny doctor is the best choice.

The doctor looked about in his early thirties and was still very young. There was an indentation from glasses on the bridge of his nose, but he didn't have glasses on his body.The complexion is fair and delicate, and looks frail.

Mu Cang stared at his wound and worried, and after thinking about it for a while, he began to search for useful things in the consulting room.

Compared with the messy materials on the first floor, the room on the second floor seems to have been emptied, and there is not even a pen cap in the drawer.

How to do?
Otherwise, first use a piece of clean cloth to close up the flesh and blood turned up and down, and fix it, so as not to ooze blood and not scab all the time.

Mu Cang used a knife to cut off a piece of pure cotton fabric from the small inner sling, aimed it at the doctor's stomach, trying to tie it in an X shape, squeezed the two pieces of flesh and blood, and squeezed them together.

The principle is similar to reducing posts.

Just when Mu Cang bravely squeezed the gaping wound into the middle, the doctor who was in a coma tremblingly shook his eyelashes, and opened his eyes in pain.

"You, hello, I, I will come by myself."

His lips trembled and his face was as pale as paper.

Mu Cang was very excited, "Doctor, you're awake!"

Xiao Zai also happily glanced over here, but only for a moment, his eyes fell back to the crack of the door.

The doctor gritted his teeth, took the strip of cloth from Mucang's hand, and wrapped it around the wound himself.

Mu Cang couldn't bear it, and asked, "Do you need debridement or disinfection? Do you know where these are on the second floor? I'll look for them for you."

The doctor gritted his teeth, his forehead was dripping with sweat, "It's okay, it's okay, the skin and flesh are injured, not deep."

After bandaging the wound, he leaned against the wall and rested for a while before forcing out a smile and saying, "Hello, my name is Zheng Junyong, and I am an obstetrician in this hospital. Thank you for saving me."

Mu Cang was in awe, "Obstetrician, this is not easy."

Most obstetricians have female doctors, and male doctors are rare.

She thought this was a pediatrician earlier.

Zheng Junyong smiled shyly, looked at Si Mian who was curled up in the camper van, and asked, "Do you need me to take a look?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Cang immediately pushed the camper to the bed like a whirlwind. Seeing that it was very difficult for Dr. Zheng to get out of bed, he hurriedly said, "Why don't you take a rest, my friend's vital signs have stabilized now."

Zheng Juanyong didn't rest, he slid down the bed, leaned over to look at Si Mian's condition, and asked, "How did these injuries occur?"

Mu Cang didn't hide it, "It exploded. At that time, he was protecting us, mother and child, so..."

She paused and didn't continue.

Zheng Junyong nodded clearly, "There should be some hard object blocking the outside, so the impact injury was not serious, but there were many puncture wounds on the body, which caused excessive bleeding and went into shock. Blood transfusion is the fastest way."

Mu Cang hurriedly asked: "Now, can the hospital provide blood transfusion?"

"There is a blood bank in the Laboratory Department, but I don't know if the hospital's backup power has been activated normally. Blood storage has strict temperature control requirements. It's midsummer now...and..."

"What else?" Mucang asked hurriedly when he saw his frown.

Zheng Junyong held the bridge of his nose habitually, but found that his glasses had been lost long ago. He coughed lightly and explained: "The blood bank of the Laboratory Department is on the fourth floor. Right now, the fourth floor is a restricted area of ​​the entire hospital."

Mu Cang thought of the zombies on the third floor who opened their mouths wide and stared up at the ceiling, and asked, "Is the fourth floor scarier than the third?"

Zheng Junyong was a little surprised, "Have you been to the third floor?"

Mu Cang shook his head, "I just glanced in from the door of the corridor, and I was almost scared out of my wits. There are more than 100 zombies, densely packed, packed like sardine cans. There are so many hospitalized people in this hospital. patient?"

Zheng Junyong smiled bitterly, "Our hospital has more doctors and nurses than patients. How come there are so many patients? They are all foragers who poured in from outside the hospital after the natural disaster."

"Natural disaster?" Mu Cang grasped the words in his words and asked, "You also found out that it was related to Heixue?"

Zheng Junyong nodded, "Originally, our doctors seldom go out, so the black snow does not contaminate our medical workers much, but the zombies that came in spread quickly, and soon the whole hospital fell."

As he spoke, he started to check Chesimian's wound, "You've treated it all, it's good. Now the wound has stopped bleeding, so you can rest and recuperate, young man, the recovery speed will not be too slow."

Rather than risking the one-in-ten chance of going to the blood bank, he recommends conservative rest.

Seeing Dr. Zheng's indifferent expression, Mu Cang knew that Si Mian was not in critical condition.

This kid, relying on his strong physical fitness, unexpectedly managed to survive.

Mu Cang breathed a sigh of relief, and asked again: "By the way, Doctor Zheng, who is that fat man outside? Doctor Zheng, why did you fall into a pool of blood?"

As she spoke, she weighed the fire ax in her hand.

Dr. Zheng looked at the bloody axe, his face froze slightly, and he fell into deep thought.

Mu Cang waited for a while without answering, so he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)