Space Hoarder: Surviving in a Crisis-ridden World [MTL]

Chapter 601-610

Chapter 601

There was a temporary hospital in the resettlement shelter. The thirteen people who died of ulceration after being burned by the sun have been carried away. The rest were squeezed into the narrow ward. Their faces were pale, their eyes were dull, and the ulcers on their bodies were still spreading, but the physical pain was far less terrible as the fear in their hearts. They looked at them. Seeing the death of the thirteen people, it was a kind of death that could not be described as tragic. Thinking that they would also become like this, some people suddenly broke down, some people huddled in the corner and sobbed, and some people suddenly jumped up and hit the wall.

The blood left a scattered flower on the white wall. The person who hit the wall collapsed down along the wall. Some people screamed and some cried. The doctors and nurses came in a hurry. They rescued them skillfully, but they were already in need of skill. The blood on the wall began to drip. The doctor shook his head and motioned the nurse to push him away and called by the way. The corpse team will transport the body to the cremation site as soon as possible.

The blood stains on the wall were wiped with a rag by the cleaning aunt, and the blood stains began to dry up. It was difficult to wipe the mark on the white wall. Instead, the mark was enlarged several times. It was like a grotesque and horrible face, looking at everyone in the ward quietly.

"Auntie, don't wipe it with a rag, use hydrogen peroxide, and then wipe it with a tissue after it foams." The passing nurse saw the wiping wall and thought of a good way for the cleaning lady.

When she left, the cleaner picked up the rag and wiped it twice.

"Phyox water is a medicine. It can't be wasted. It can definitely be wiped clean. I don't believe it." The cleaner wiped it stubbornly, and the patient sitting in the corner stared at her in a daze.

Outside the ward, the doctor walked in a hurry. Two more people died in the ward next to him. Two beds were vacated. A swarm of patients sitting on the ground ran out. The newly dead body next door was not cooled, and the bed was snatched away by the rushed patients.

The doctor shouted loudly to stop them. They could not hear the scolding. Even if they heard it, no one cared. Seizing the hospital bed meant that they could lie down and rest earlier and get treatment as soon as possible.

Curs and screams mixed, and the ward was in chaos. The corpse-catching team pushed the cart over and asked where the doctor's body was. The doctor pointed to the ward. The dead man lay on the ground without dignity, and the ulcerated place of his body smelled. The patients who robbed the robbed the ward stepped on the body without scruples. Stepping on it, vaguely, they can still hear someone shouting for help.

"These people are crazy." The members of the corpse team commented coldly.

"I'm going crazy, too." The doctor beside him answered lightly.

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In space, after being proficient in refining technology, six or seven tons of salt ore can now be extracted every day. Except for Xuxu and An'an, everyone has a refining pot.

Ye Fu pushed a truck of watermelons from the storage area. An An volunteered to cut watermelons for everyone and followed to help.

Everyone is tired for a day. Now you can take a break and eat something to replenish your strength.

Watermelons were bought before the end of the world. They are all unicorns, and each of them is very sweet.

There is also a qualified label on the watermelon peel. An'anche watermelon's technology is good. He is small and not strong, but the watermelon is cut flat.