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

Chapter 47 Confinement Center
Mu Cang also guessed that this was the answer, after all, their bodies were wounded, and the smell of blood was too strong, walking out was like shaking human-shaped bait.

Zheng Junyong interrupted and asked, "Are you staying here?"

Mu Cang nodded. Considering that there was a tall Simian between them and the other party could not see her response, she added: "Yes, this place is good. It has been cleared and the door of the corridor has been sealed so that we can attack it." , you can retreat and defend."

Zheng Junyong also knew that the second floor was a good choice. He even fantasized about leaving with them, but he couldn't worry about the children upstairs.

Mu Cang gave Simian a look, this Doctor Zheng's tone was too anxious.

But Si Mian kept Zheng Junyong behind his back, and only answered her four words silently: Be safe and don't be impatient.

They lost the right to choose what they wanted to know if they kept asking. This Dr. Zheng obviously wanted to ask for help.

Zheng Junyong was in a complicated mood, because he couldn't see the faces of Mu Cang and Simian, but he showed his true feelings a little. He rubbed his cheeks with his hands, feeling hard to say, really hard to say.

After Si Mian took care of the wound on Mu Cang's knee, he pushed the curly hair away from her face and looked at the wound on her cheek.

Mu Cang saw that he didn't say a word, but his expression was serious, he felt a little bit in his heart, and asked, "Will there be a scar?"

Si Mian wiped off the chocolate shavings on her chin, "There will be no scars, just simple debridement is enough."

Mu Cang heaved a sigh of relief, obediently raised his face, and let his cold fingers gently brush over his face.

Si Mian's face was very pale, and the color of her lips that used to be rosy now turned out to be cherry blossom white, making her look haggard and sick.

He really should have a good rest.

Zheng Junyong struggled for a long time, but he saw that the two men were neither curious nor concerned about the severity of the situation.

He finally sighed, and asked in a low voice, "Would you like to live upstairs?"

Mu Cang turned his head and looked at him, "Living with zombies?"

Zheng Junyong waved his hands hastily, "No, no, I mean, the fifth floor, sixth floor, seventh floor, and eighth floor, would you like to go upstairs to rest? There are suites, beds, toilets, and we also have canteen masters."

Mu Cang held his chin, "Well, you said that, and I remembered that there is a confinement center above the fourth floor, right?"

Zheng Junyong nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "Yes, yes! It's a confinement center. There are many, many suites. It's more reliable than a hotel."

Mu Cang asked again: "Then such a good place, why did you come down here? I remember you said before that you came here voluntarily?"

Zheng Junyong nodded, and decided to tell the truth, he said slowly: "I came down voluntarily. The other two, Dr. Lin Qianlin, and Brother Biao, were drawn by lottery, and they came down with me."

Si Mian moved the chair to Mu Cang's side, turned around, and looked at Zheng Junyong in the narration together.

Zheng Junyong continued: "On June [-]nd, the day when the black snow fell, I was very free and waited for the time to get off work. In this hospital, under normal circumstances, everyone is very free and there are not many patients. The confinement center upstairs The business is booming, and the customers who make appointments are waiting for two years. I still remember that day, I was about to go to the vending machine to buy a bottle of Coke. As soon as I walked out of the office, a group of nurses hid behind me. I thought there was something A doctor-patient dispute, and I heard someone yelling dead, and someone yelling murder. I took out my mobile phone and wanted to call the police, but a large group of people rushed in from the outpatient clinic. They were so aggressive that they squeezed out my mobile phone. When I found my mobile phone and looked up, I saw five or six people with mouths and blood all over their bodies looking around at the door. At that time, a little nurse at the stairwell told me softly to hide on the stairs. As soon as I hid in, I saw That blood-stinging man threw down an aunt who was running slowly..."

Simian raised his hand and interrupted Zheng Junyong's memories, "Tell me the important point."

The situation of the end of the day is not much different for everyone, from consternation to panic.

Zheng Junyong was stunned for a moment, his thoughts were fragmented for a moment, he thought for a while, and said brokenly: "Yes, yes, yes, let's talk about the main point. Our group did not dare to rush out of the gate, so we fled all the way up the stairs. Later , Among us, there were also those who were bitten, and began to turn into zombies, biting the people around them. After this mess and chaos, we finally broke into the confinement center on the fifth floor."

He coughed slightly, feeling guilty about this "break-in", and continued: "The fifth floor has electronic access control, which is very safe. We hid in it and never dared to go downstairs again."

He raised his eyes and looked at Simian's expression. The next step was the key topic, which was heavier than the rambling words just now. He didn't know how to speak.

Mu Cang could also see that this Dr. Zheng was too meek.

She asked: "Just tell me, how many of you broke in? How many people were there in the confinement center at that time? Who are left now? After so long, there should be an opinion leader, who is it?" What is the plan of all of you? Why did you risk going downstairs today?"

Mu Cang's series of questions made Zheng Junyong want to take out his notebook and list them out.

He habitually touched the bridge of his nose and replied: "At that time, there were seven doctors, twelve nurses, three patients, six family members of the patients, and other hospital employees... there should be five people, and there were also people rushing on the street. There were 26 people who came in to seek refuge. There were 59 people in total.”

He answered the total number of people very simply, indicating that statistics had been done upstairs, but there was a slight hesitation in classifying them, indicating that the number of people had subsequently changed.

"There are a lot of people..." Mu Cang and Simian exchanged a look.

Zheng Junyong sighed, "There are not so many people now. Those who died and those who were injured, the group we broke in now has only [-] people in total. Among them, there are five doctors, except Dr. Lin Qianlin. There are four people left; one nurse, three patients, six family members of the patients; other hospital staff, only one cook is left, and there are ten people who broke in from the street."

In just ten days, the number of survivors who escaped into the confinement center has dropped by more than 1/2, which is really strange.

Moreover, the most fatalities were nurses and passers-by.

Mu Cang's complexion was slightly serious. The words "death and injury" that Dr. Zheng mentioned in one stroke are definitely hidden, but Dr. Zheng doesn't want to say it, and it's useless for her to press her.

Zheng Junyong's eyes flickered, fearing that the other party would catch some of the words in his words and ask questions. However, none of them spoke.

Zheng Junyong coughed lightly and continued: "Furthermore, there are seven employees in the confinement center, 20 clients, and newborns..."

Tears welled up in Zheng Junyong's eyes. He choked and said, "About... six."

This is only approximate, because he doesn't know if there are any babies who died one after another after he left.

(End of this chapter)