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WA2000 looked resentfully at G11 who was sleeping soundly with the silent silver as a pillow, pouted and walked towards the skylight, raised the branded weapon with a depressed look on his face and began to be alert.
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"Sister 45, you don't seem to be worried about the commander at all. Isn't he our family? Don't you recognize him yet?"
Sitting in the passenger seat of the off-road vehicle, UMP9 asked absentmindedly while biting a piece of chocolate rations.
"He is a commander I recognize. He really lets me see 40 again. I don't think he will get hung up on a minor issue like a concussion."
UMP45 said calmly.
"Huh? So you mean he will definitely recover?"
UMP9 turned her attention to UMP45 in surprise.
"Isn't that a matter of course?"
"Then why do we have to come out to look for a brain doctor? Why don't we just stay by the commander's side?"
"How stupid! I believe the Commander can make it, but that doesn't mean he doesn't need our help. I said make it based on the fact that we have provided the Commander with the best conditions for recovery."
UMP45 reached out and tapped UMP9's head gently.
"So, Sister 45, you are still worried about the Commander, right?"
UMP9 gave a meaningful smile and asked mischievously.
"Of course. He allowed me to see 40 again, and he is more fond of humanoids. This is the best destination for us."
"Oh! Then let's quickly go and catch a brain expert!"
UMP9 swallowed the rations in his hand and checked his magazine.
"Are you ready? If we don't clean up the entire hospital, we won't be able to get anyone out alive. There may be a lot of mutated zombies in this area where we deal with viruses. Once we go in, there's no turning back."
Ump45 looked towards the hospital gate not far away.
A thick layer of metal shell casings covered the entire ground, and there was a tank that was turned upside down. It was obvious that this place had experienced an extremely difficult battle.
The broken handguard of the gun was condensed in black oily blood, and the broken fragments of camouflage uniforms told the story of the soldiers who had fought here until the last moment.
The Fifth Affiliated Medical College of Sun Yat-sen University in the morning sun is like a giant beast with its mouth wide open waiting for its prey to come to its door. The thick sour stench of corpses in the air and the continuous roars of zombies are chilling.
"Don't worry, Sister 45, I won't die in a place like this. I want to see you in your wedding dress with my own eyes! You must be very beautiful!"
"Let's wear it together then."
UMP45 opened the door of the SUV and pulled out a combat dagger. UMP9 also got out of the vehicle from the other side.
In less than half a minute, dozens of zombies poured out of the hospital gate like fragments of an avalanche. UMP45 and UMP9 proactively faced them without fear.
The two men were like a meat grinder at full blast, caught in the crowd of zombies. The daggers in their hands pierced the zombies that pounced on them quickly and accurately. The zombies fell down as quickly as cut wheat, but if they killed one, two or three zombies would overflow from the hospital.
Fill the area in front of the two people.
In a medicine room of the Fifth Hospital of Zhongda Hospital, three young nurses, two elderly people and a pregnant woman with a big belly were sitting stiffly in the corner like zombies.
The sudden riot of zombies outside the window scared the six people.
"Xiao Huang, go and see what's going on outside?"
One of the white-haired elderly people was the first to calm down and ask.
A young nurse mustered up the courage to lean against the window and watched cautiously.
"No, I don't know, but, but the zombies seem to be moving towards the gate."
There was a hint of surprise in the little nurse's voice.
Chapter 263: Survivors in the Hospital
"What?? Let me see!"
Another young nurse also came over.
"Ah, Wu Xiaoxi, don't use so much force, it hurts so much."
The young nurse who was pushed against the wall rubbed her arm which had hit the wall and turned purple, and said with tears in her eyes.
"It seems? There's someone in there!?"
Wu Xiaoxi's words immediately perked up the others. They jumped up from the ground and looked out the window.
"Hey... there are only two people. Even if they are special forces sent by the army, they are dead. There are more than 5,000 patients in our hospital..."
The old man sighed and leaned against the wall in disappointment.
"Dean Song, she, they don't seem to be dead yet..."
Wu Xiaoxi said somewhat uncertainly.
"Huh? What?"
Dean Song stood up in surprise, leaned over to the window and saw two red blood shadows moving among the corpses.
"Are these really still human beings? They don't seem to be afraid of being bitten at all?"
"Whoever they are, we have to pray that they make it here alive. Our glucose solution will only be enough to sustain them for another two months at most."
"And Zhang Hong has been relying on vitamins to meet her body's needs, which is extremely harmful to the growth of the fetus, not to mention that the protein she supplements is..."
Dean Song sighed, walked to the side and took out a roll of medical gauze.
"Make a distress sign and ask for help. We need to try our best to keep the child alive."
"But we don't have a pen, so we can't write."
"Let's draw blood. This will also attract some zombies to our building and relieve them of some of the pressure."
Dean Song lowered his head and thought for a moment, then spoke.
"But, but what if they take all the medical supplies they need and don't care about us?"
Wu Xiaoxi said with a pale face that the reason they were able to survive until now was entirely because of their cowardice and their incredible luck in getting to the drug warehouse, where they could survive on glucose.
Writing in blood to ask for help... this obviously involves great danger.
"That's what we have to do! Zhang Hong will be due in a month, and she will bleed when she gives birth. At that time, all the zombies will follow the smell of blood to the door. Do you think those two filing cabinets can stop the zombies' attack?"
Dean Song said seriously.
After being scolded by Dean Song, Wu Xiaoxi lowered his head and dared not speak again.
"Let's draw blood."
Dean Song rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms that were as thin as dry branches.
"Dean, let me do it? You are so old, and it would be bad if you get anemia if you draw blood again."
Another young nurse looked at Director Song worriedly.
"Zhang Hua, your survival is more valuable than that of an old man like me. You still have a lot of years to live. Stop talking and draw blood!"
Dean Song shook his head and said firmly.
Zhang Hua wiped her tears, picked up a blood bag, tore off the packaging, and started drawing blood from Dean Song.
The light black blood that looked like soy sauce gradually filled the blood bag, and Dean Song's face gradually turned pale.
When Zhang Hua pulled out the needle, the elderly Dean Song staggered and almost fell down.
Zhang Hua opened the sterilized gauze and wrote a big SOS on it with Dean Song's blood. Wu Xiaoxi quickly grabbed the gauze and hung it outside the window.
The zombies that were besieging UMP45 and UMP9 suddenly stopped, sniffed and followed the fresh smell of blood in the air, then suddenly turned around and rushed towards the gauze fluttering in the cold wind.
"Hey, Sister 45, there's an SOS distress signal on that window over there."
UMP9 quickly dealt with the few remaining zombies with poor sense of smell around her, and then said excitedly.
"Stop talking nonsense. Let's hurry over and get the people out while the zombies are attracted by the blood."
UMP45 looked solemnly at the crowded group of corpses that had gradually formed a human ladder, and then rushed to the entrance of the building.
"Ah, wait for me, Sister 45."
Ump9 quickly shook off the corpses on his body and quickly caught up with UMP45.
UMP45, who had just rushed into the gate, suddenly saw a tentacle covered with flesh thorns piercing his throat. He reacted quickly and raised the dagger in his hand to directly deflect the flesh thorns.
Then UMP45 saw a zombie with a big belly suddenly tear open its mouth and make a vomiting gesture.
"Oh! Sister 45, I'm here to help you!"
As soon as UMP9 rushed to UMP45, she was kicked into the corner by UMP45. The next second, a turbid liquid with a foul smell was sprayed out by the big-bellied zombie, splashing onto the floor with a hissing sound, and a burst of white smoke rose up.
After a roll to adjust its posture, UMP9 instantly grabbed the branded weapon hanging on its chest and fired a burst of shots to blow up the acid-mutated zombie's head. At the same time, UMP45 also picked up the branded weapon to kill the Spiker.
Without any unnecessary conversation, the two of them ran upstairs in tacit understanding.
At this moment, a petite black shadow suddenly jumped down from the ceiling and knocked UMP45 to the ground like a bullet.
A black-covered baby zombie was gnawing at UMP45's head with its sharp teeth.
At the critical moment, UMP9 grabbed the baby's neck and smashed the baby zombie directly against the wall. The baby zombie was immediately smashed into a ball of meat paste.
"Sister 45, you are careless~"
UMP9 said with a grin.
"Hurry up, there's not much time left."
UMP45 rolled her eyes at UMP9, then raised her gun and shot a baby zombie that pounced on UMP9's back.
"Sh!it, why are there so many scary little ghosts in this damn place?"
UMP9 cursed in annoyance.
"There will definitely be some pregnant women in the hospital. This is normal. Don't complain."
UMP45 said this calmly, and then swung the dagger in her hand again and stabbed it into the two men's heads.
Twenty minutes later.
The two came to a medicine warehouse.
"Sister 45, judging from the location, this should be the place, right?"