Just when Fang Yu and others cheered in unison because they had completed the most important point of this mission.
Inside the shelter, earth-shaking changes are taking place.
...
"Where's the doctor? Where's the doctor? Someone is dying here. Someone, come quickly! Someone, come quickly!!"
In a critical area of the isolation area, patients who have advanced to the late stage of influenza after being infected with the flu are lying on beds one after another.
In one of the hospital beds, a middle-aged woman was unconscious, but her face was red, like a ripe crab, her lips were purple and blue as if she had been poisoned, and her breathing was intermittent. She looked quite...
Scary.
Another man on the hospital bed, who had a similarly depressed look on his face, was so frightened that he shouted out when he saw the symptoms of the "patient" next to him.
However, he is also a seriously ill patient, and his condition is not much better than that of the woman. His throat is hoarse, red and swollen. Although he has shouted with all his strength, in fact, the words he shouted are basically something that only he can do.
hear.
"The doctor hasn't come for two days. Have we been given up?"
The patient in the same room was lying on the bed in despair and said in a hoarse voice that was almost silent.
In the past two days, let alone doctors, no one has even come to deliver food. Most of the people in the ward are people who are so sick that they have basically lost their ability to take care of themselves.
If no one comes, let alone whether they will die of illness, but a few will die of hunger or thirst first.
Dozens of patients in the same ward have actually thought of this.
They could roughly guess that they and others should have been abandoned.
Because the doctor had already said before that their illness was caused by the influenza virus. In this apocalyptic environment, there is basically no chance of cure. Lying here is actually waiting to die.
However, at least someone would come over to comfort them a little before.
Now, there is no one.
In the entire ward, only the sounds of breathing and coughing could be heard constantly, and everyone basically had no ability to speak.
The first thing this influenza virus hurts is the throat. Most people have throats that are red, swollen and inflamed. Not to mention talking, even breathing will be a little difficult.
Anti-inflammatory drugs have long been given to them, and all of these drugs are given to people with mild symptoms first.
Even so, the daily drug consumption of the entire shelter was terrifyingly huge. The previous reserves were completely exhausted, and because of the cold current that sealed the ground, there was no chance to go to the nearest hospital to get medicine.
What makes people feel more desperate than death is that they are unable to shout or wave. The flu has developed to a serious condition and they are like a machine that is about to be scrapped. Every small movement, such as making or speaking, consumes all the strength of the whole body.
They can only wait quietly for death to swallow them.
There are only three causes of death for them: death from illness, death from hunger, and death from thirst.
In the current situation, perhaps the first cause of death would make them less painful.
And looking at other isolation areas, the original moderate symptom area and mild symptom area, if people in the severe area can step out of the ward and take a look, they will know that in the wards in the mild or moderate symptom area next to them,
There was no trace of the doctor for a long time.
One by one, the patients with mild symptoms were running outside in a hurry, and the others who were still lying in bed had developed into severe cases!
Very few patients are still active.
In all the isolation areas from Zone 1 to Zone 3, critically ill patients are lying on the beds. They are not dead yet, but they are already motionless on the bed like corpses.
On the ground and outside the door, critically ill patients could be seen lying on the ground everywhere. Judging from their appearance, they were obviously trying to crawl out, but after climbing halfway, they no longer had the strength to move anymore and could only lie down on the cold ground.
The flow rate of heat made their breathing become weaker and weaker. Some people's chests were still rising and falling, while some people's chests had already stopped moving.
Outside the isolation area and inside the shelter, everyone who was still in a depressed atmosphere after the cold wave hit has gone completely crazy.
There were people everywhere, running around frantically carrying large and small bags in the shelter.
Ziyang Shelter actually has four exits, each of which corresponds to a subway entrance at Ziyang Subway Station.
Fang Yu entered through Gate 13 before, which is one of the entrances.
Now, the four exits of the shelter are no longer guarded by soldiers. All the residents are frantically running outside with their luggage, including normal people and some with coughs.
All those escaping wore masks. Whenever someone coughing appeared, a large area would be vacant around that person, and then everyone would squeeze towards the iron gate even more crazily.
And the coughing person would suddenly knock objects thrown from other places to the ground, accompanied by the throwing of objects, mixed with frightening and crazy words.
"He has the flu, you can't let him out! You can't get close to him! Let him stay here, let him stay here!!"
Following these words, the crowd paused for a while. After the crowd that had been frantically avoiding the crowd stopped, in the horrified eyes of the coughing man, debris was thrown towards his head and face one by one.
There is food, wooden boards, steel pipes, and even... kitchen knives.
The man only had time to let out a few screams of pain before he was knocked to the ground, coughing and wailing, and blood spread on the ground.
Some people in the crowd covered their mouths quietly, and some of their faces were obviously flushed, but they did not dare to make the slightest sound at this moment.
At this time, there were very few people left in the shelter.
The only thing left behind was the injured people all over the ground. Some of these people were accidentally injured, and some were abandoned because they were infected with the flu.
Apart from them, all that was left were corpses that had long since lost their breath.
The entire Ziyang Refuge is no longer as stable and orderly as it used to be, and is filled with panic, despair... and death.
And all this happened in just three days.
Time goes back to three days ago.
On this day, the doctor was still guarding the quarantine area. Although the quarantine area was filled with sorrow, everyone still held on to a glimmer of hope.
The mobile department has already set off to search for medicine, so there is still hope for everyone. As long as you hold on, everything will be fine.
However, at this time, a case suddenly occurred in Residential Area No. 6.
In the single men's residential area, there was a middle-aged man in his forties who felt dizzy and hot all over after waking up.
He felt very thirsty and wanted to speak but found that he could not straighten his tongue.
He stretched out his hand weakly and touched his neck, only to find that his neck was already swollen like a bucket. It felt like a bulging lump, like a swollen steamed bun.
Not just him, there were more than a dozen people in the whole room besides him who had the same symptoms as him.
In addition, after the rest of the people woke up, more or less people had colds and fevers. Only a few lucky people had nothing to do, and it was they who screamed and shouted, causing the rest of the residential areas to
Everyone discovered the difference.
In an instant, several other residential areas discovered this abnormal situation one after another.
The first floor of the shelter... started to explode.