Plague Doctor

Viewed from above, you can see that this centralized treatment center located on the outskirts of Dahua City occupies a very large area with rows of prefabricated buildings, some with large multi-person rooms and some with small single rooms. , medical staff wearing Tianji uniforms were busy coming and going.

I don't know if the drip had an effect or if he saw that he was actually sent to the treatment center, Zhang Xiaojun's mental state improved.

But his eyes were still hazy, and the chaotic sounds in his mind showed no signs of dissipating.

"Sir, we are going to check your mental status now. Can you see how many fingers there are here?"

A figure in a white coat asked, stretching out a few fingers and waving them in front of his eyes. They seemed to be four, and then there seemed to be three. He replied: "Three..."

Whether it was three or four, he didn't get the answer. Then he did some other examination items. Zhang Xiaojun didn't know what the examination results were. He only heard the doctor say: "Your condition is fine, don't worry too much." ." After that, he was pushed into a multi-person room.

By this time, Zhang Xiaojun was more alert and his vision was clearer.

He looked away and saw that this multi-person room could accommodate thousands of people, or even more. There were patients lying on every hospital bed. Some were separated by a medical screen, and some were even connected to this screen. There was no cover, it was very crude, which made his heart skip a beat...

There are clearly too many patients to treat and too few spaces.

He was a little confused by the figures of the medical staff who walked by. Although they were wearing white coats, they didn't look like medical staff. Moreover, they all held rifles in their hands instead of stethoscopes. Their eyes kept scanning the surroundings, as if they were looking at the surroundings. Patrol vigilantly.

After they walked over, Zhang Xiaojun exhaled. He felt strangely dangerous just now, as if he was standing next to a cliff.

There were patients around him, and the distance between them was less than two meters. Zhang Xiaojun could hear some of their soft conversations clearly.

"My headache is getting worse... It's been two days since I came in, and my condition is still getting worse..."

"When will it be my turn to have surgery..."

"The doctor didn't say we needed surgery, right?"

"I didn't say it, but without surgery, it would be difficult to recover..."

Zhang Xiaojun's heart felt inexplicably uncomfortable as he listened to these nonsense. These people have been here for a few days, but they haven't received a specific treatment plan yet?

He saw that most of the faces of these people were young adults, mainly young people. That enlightening website did not exist for a long time. It was mainly spread among people in their teens to 20s and 30s. The elderly and children had no access to it and rarely understood or were interested in it.

Every patient's face was pale and a little strange, and Zhang Xiaojun remembered that he looked the same in the mirror.

At this time, a short-haired young man who looked like a college student frowned and whispered: "Actually, I am studying medicine, and I know some pharmacology... The medicines given to us these days are basically vitamin injections. Liquid, it can only be said to supplement nutrition...it can cure diseases or something, but I feel the effect is limited..."

"Really?" The other young man with Jarhead was surprised when he heard this, "You're not talking nonsense, are you?"

Zhang Xiaojun suddenly became even more worried. A wave of turmoil surged up from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't help but join in: "That's nonsense... Dr. Tianji prescribes the right medicine for each situation. If you need some vitamin injection, of course it will be a vitamin injection." …”

After hearing this, several other people thought it was reasonable and also questioned the words of the guy who claimed to be a medical student.

But the short-haired guy sighed blankly and said: "Something is wrong, it doesn't make sense...Cranial nerve disorder, at least use a little flunarizine hydrochloride...How can it be possible to just use vitamins...But we do have many symptoms, why not use medicine? ...Unless they are not sure of the efficacy of the drug, they cannot use the drug casually, otherwise it may lead to consequences they cannot predict... Large-scale drug use requires clear efficacy, but clinical trials are another matter. Are there multiple clinical trials? It's going on elsewhere... I think it's possible..."

It's not difficult to understand what this guy said. Zhang Xiaojun became more and more irritated and scolded: "What do you know... Dr. Tianji doesn't understand it as well as you? Just wait obediently..." What he said was more like Comfort your restless heart, even you know this...

But except for that guy, everyone else agreed that if an ordinary medical student dared to question Dr. Tianji, he was playing tricks on his own.

"I'm not saying they didn't do it right... I mean..." The short-haired young man sighed again, "Maybe this disease is more complicated than what we know..."

"Stop releasing negative energy..." Zhang Xiaojun still retorted, "There have been a lot of disasters in the past few years, but when has the Tianji Bureau failed to survive it? Don't worry."

Everyone became excited and spoke a little loudly, which immediately attracted the attention of the patrol officers who had not gone too far, and one of the patrol officers came back.

"What's wrong?" the patrol officer asked them, his attitude was still very calm, "Is there anything going on?"

Everyone just refused, and Zhang Xiaojun did not complain. He just couldn't help but asked anxiously: "Does this disease require surgery?"

"This will be decided by the doctor. You guys have a good rest and call immediately if anything unusual happens." The patrol officer replied, but at this time, the patrol officer seemed to hear something from the communication headset and walked away in a hurry. He responded in a low voice: "Yes, yes...I understand, okay..."

Zhang Xiaojun noticed that the patrol officer's face became serious and his brows were knitted together, as if something bad had happened.

The patrol officers hadn't gone far, and they hadn't talked anymore. Suddenly, there seemed to be a shock and vibration in the air.

At the same time, a sharp and weird howl came from outside the barracks. The howl sounded like a human voice, but it was not like a human voice, but like the twisted roar of thousands of violent things. This made them stunned for a moment, and their trembling hearts were penetrated by sound waves.

"Then, then..." Zhang Xiaojun was at a loss. There seemed to be a strange resonance in his mind. Therefore, in addition to surprise and fear, there was also an inexplicable restlessness...

The patrol staff hurriedly walked away, and a broadcast sounded in the barracks: "Please don't panic, a seriously ill patient has sudden delirium, and doctors are working on first aid." Another team of people hurriedly walked into the barracks and talked with the patrol team. , also scanning the situation here.

Although the radio said that, the weird howling sounds were still faintly heard, full of violence, hatred, anger, and pain.

"Here..." The short-haired young man murmured again, this time with more certainty, "Our disease... is not that simple..."

Everyone also believed it a little more. Can a sudden delirium make such a sound? That sound was not like something that ordinary people could make, or that a creature like a human could make... rather, it was like the sound made by the twisting vortex in the weird scene on the enlightenment website...

Zhang Xiaojun opened his mouth, but stopped talking...

He really just wants to go back to his ordinary life.

But the noise in his mind was getting louder and louder, telling something and pulling at him.

Before they could think about it, suddenly there was that kind of roar coming from outside the barracks, not just from one direction, not just from one patient, but from multiple directions, so many different voices that could not be heard, shouting in unison, like a wave. Rushing like a surging force.

The expressions of the patrol officers became even worse. They kept getting new information and instructions from the communication headsets, and dispersed with guns in hand, as if they were ready for battle.

At this time, not only Zhang Xiaojun and others, but also thousands of patients in the barracks, whether sleeping or awake, were all disturbed. The buzzing of conversations was heard everywhere. What happened? What's wrong? They kept asking, but no one could come up with a reassuring answer.

As for the soothing broadcast, for some reason, they all found it hard to believe that it was just the patient going crazy...

Is it because of the restlessness in my mind and the weird resonance...

Moreover, if there are seriously ill patients who really go crazy, will they also become... like that...

Impacted by these howls, Zhang Xiaojun's mental state, which had just improved, became worse again, even worse than before. Soon, his head hurt so much that he couldn't bear it, and his whole body was burning with tearing pain. , like a bomb...about to explode.

Is he going to... become seriously ill...

How could it happen, so quickly...

Love the Plague Doctor.