Lin Qingqing and Qian Xiaomin were busy until midnight before returning to their dormitory. Because they wanted to save electricity, apart from the medical building, there was only one laser lamp around the sanatorium that illuminated the entrance.
That's a warning light set up to prevent zombies from suddenly appearing.
Zombies don’t like light, and some are even afraid of strong light!
In the night, the drizzle was as dense as needles, and the cold wind howled through the mountains and forests, bringing with it the screams of zombies in the distance!
"It's so cold!" Qian Xiaomin trembled as she opened the dormitory door.
When Lin Qingqing shined her flashlight, they found that there was no one in the room!
"Where's the person? Mengmeng! Mom!" Qian Xiaomin suddenly shouted in panic.
"Sister Minmin, don't panic! I left Mengmeng in Qiao Ruoran's hands before, maybe she took it back." Lin Qingqing said, shining the flashlight on the table in the room, and saw a piece of paper left on the table.
A piece of paper. She picked it up, looked at it, and handed it to Qian Xiaomin.
After Qian Xiaomin read the note, his tense nerves relaxed.
After Qian's mother left a message, Liu Qiang went to the male staff dormitory. She and Mengmeng were invited by a girl named Qiao to her residence.
"My mom is serious, why bother others." Qian Xiaomin muttered and climbed onto the bed. She felt a little strange, how did Lin Qingqing know that the girl's surname was Qiao before she read the note?
Lin Qingqing didn't know that she almost lost her vest, so she comforted Qian Xiaomin: "It's okay!"
Qian Xiaomin hummed and kept spinning for more than ten hours. The two of them were too tired to chat. Soon they both fell asleep.
The next day, Genius Mengmengliang, Lin Qingqing was awakened by the sound of Qian Xiaomin getting up.
She raised half of her body, and her sharp eyes swept around her with vigilance, her dark eyes filled with confusion for a moment.
"I woke you up, it's still early, please sleep a little longer!" Qian Xiaomin said softly to Lin Qingqing with apology.
Qian Xiaomin's gentle voice gradually brought Lin Qingqing back to her senses. Yes, she was back in the early days of the apocalypse. She was still with Qian Xiaomin's family of three.
Lin Qingqing grabbed her messy hair, responded, and lay down again. Her throat was a little dry. After Qian Xiaomin walked out of the door quietly, she got out of bed, poured herself a glass of water, and returned to the warm bed.
.
There won't be many days when she can enjoy a stable life. She is greedy for every ounce of warmth and comfort in the bed, and she wishes she could die right now!
I really want to just lie down like this!
Maybe Qian Xiaomin will ask Liu Qiang to dig a hole for her, so that she can be buried in the ground forever without worrying about becoming a zombie meal in the future.
When she returned from rebirth the day before yesterday, she was still ambitious and wanted to be one of the first batch of strong people to awaken her powers, and to quickly return to the capital to find her family. Even when the metal powers really appeared, she thought she could have a relationship with Qiao Ruoran.
Compare the power!
Hey! If you waste her, you only need to sleep peacefully for two days!
Lin Qingqing lay in bed for a while and thought wildly.
She didn't have the courage to die, so she still had to struggle to get up. The wounded soldiers in the medical building only treated emergency injuries, and there were many non-fatal injuries that still needed to be treated. She still had to help.
In the next two days, Lin Qingqing and Qian Xiaomin have been helping in the medical building.
Although Lin Qingqing cannot perform surgery, her suturing skills are serious. Even the old doctor was full of praise after seeing the wound and strongly invited her to stay.
"I don't have a medical license." Lin Qingqing said frankly. She engages in micro plastic surgery and only has a beautician license. Double eyelid surgery is actually an illegal operation.
"It's okay, you can be my graduate student and assistant doctor now. Besides, even if you practice medicine illegally, no one will catch you." The old doctor's surname was Cai, who retired and was employed in this nursing home.
He has never done surgery before, so he had to do it yesterday.
The original surgeon here was eaten by the mutated patients in the operating room on the first day of the apocalypse, including the students he took care of at the time, as well as the anesthesiologists and nurses.
Dr. Wang is a passing survivor, and he is capable of surgery. However, Dr. Wang also wants to go to the base and is not willing to stay here for a long time.
"Teacher Cai, I think we will move to the base sooner or later, so don't worry so much." Doctor Zhang could see that Lin Qingqing would not stay, so he came to her rescue.
Lin Qingqing just smiled and stopped talking. She had to go to the base, to the capital. Moreover, being a doctor with two swords here would not allow her to advance her powers. How could she save people without the ability to protect herself?
Another busy day was spent, and it took them three days to inspect all these more than a hundred soldiers.
Almost no one was left intact.
The group leader's surname was Hu, and he looked to be thirty years old at most. He never mentioned that he was also injured.
He waited until all the soldiers had treated their wounds before he took off his clothes. The wound on his shoulder was sutured by the medical soldiers before they turned into zombies. It had not been treated and had rotted away.
"You brat! You want to die!" Dr. Cai saw his injuries, pointed at his nose and scolded him.
Captain Hu rubbed his nose and smiled: "This is an old injury, it's not fatal, it's fine!"
"Do you think this is before the apocalypse? Do you think this is a top-grade hospital?" Dr. Cai directed Dr. Zhang and Lin Qingqing to treat his wounds.
Captain Hu was scolded by him. He was a tall man of 1.85 meters, pretending to be a quail, and secretly winked at Lin Qingqing.
After Dr. Cai saw it, he couldn't laugh or cry.
He is almost 70 this year. After three consecutive days of surgery, his back pain was so bad that he couldn't get out of bed today. Now he is in a wheelchair and can only give verbal guidance.
After dealing with the last disobedient patient, Lin Qingqing said goodbye to Dr. Cai.
"We may leave for the base tomorrow. My sister has to go find my brother-in-law, and I have to go find my family. Then I won't come over to say goodbye to you." Lin Qingqing and Dr. Cai said.
She and Qian Xiaomin were here, and everyone thought they were sisters, so they didn't bother to explain. They just acquiesced. Anyway, they got along well.
"Let's go! Let's go! Little white-eyed wolf!" The old doctor had a childish temper and angrily pushed the wheelchair back to his office.
"Xuemei Lin, goodbye by chance." Dr. Zhang has regarded her as a comrade who can fight side by side these days. Seeing that she was about to leave in such a hurry, he took out a small black plastic bag and handed it to her.
"Some first aid medicine and No. 3 and No. 4 knife handles, and I got a few boxes of blades."
"Thank you so much. I just need these!" Lin Qingqing was very happy and sincerely thanked the other party.
"You are holding it to save people. They may be strangers that we don't know! Why are you thanking me?" Dr. Zhang took off his mask and smiled.
He is somewhat thin, has a gentle and elegant temperament, and has a nice smile.
Lin Qingqing also smiled at him, and Doctor Zhang opened his arms and hugged her, "Take care."
Lin Qingqing's body stiffened slightly, and she said "take care" with some embarrassment!
Dr. Zhang quickly let go of her and said jokingly: "It's a pity that you don't even stay to work. I wanted to have an office love story but it was too late to start."
Lin Qingqing chuckled, "After the opening, you told me not to make any noise, and told me to get out!"
"No!" Dr. Zhang denied flatly.
Lin Qingqing laughed and strode away.
In peacetime, she really wanted to have such a teacher and such a colleague. During the three and a half days here, she took some of the most serious practical classes.
The three doctors all taught her things without reservation. Although Lin Qingqing had never thought of becoming a doctor, survival in the last days is really a time when art is not a priority, and any skill learned may be useful.