Guo Yuming, a doctor in the emergency office of the s Municipal People's Hospital, returned to the hospital's lunch break room with a tired face. He opened the thermos placed on the table, brought out several plates of side dishes and a large bowl of fresh rib soup from the interlayer and ate it in big mouthfuls.

Usually at twelve o'clock, he always plays games or takes a nap in the lounge. Although S City Hospital is the largest and most complete hospital in the city, the emergency department of the hospital is generally not as large as other departments.

In addition to long-term treatment, most of the patients who come here have some physical examination items. Who would have thought that around 10:30 today, many hospitals under their jurisdiction called and said that a group of patients with strange conditions needed to be dispatched to the municipal hospital for treatment. So now Huang Yuming didn't even eat a bite of hot rice, so he had no choice but to put the food delivered from his home in a thermos to heat it.

While taking it, Guo Yuming thought about the patient sent to him today. In order to avoid unnecessary panic, he made up a reason to send away the difficult reporter. The patient's symptoms were similar to excessive use of gluten powder, but we all know that people who take drugs have been attacked by drugs for a long time, and more or less complications such as withdrawal reactions. These people have been tossing for two hours but there is no sign of disappearance. This is very abnormal.

Guo Yuming accidentally noticed that there were two secret bleeding openings on the left neck of each patient, just like a double-sting weapon about five centimeters wide piercing the arteries on the neck, but a circle of blue-purple scars grew on their bleeding openings, which was not a big deal.

These two bleeding holes do not look like long-term drug injections, but as if they were bitten by something. When Guo Yuming thought of this, he felt a little chilled. As long as he saw the blood hole in his neck, the Chinese people immediately thought of vampires or zombies. These are not easy to mess with.

After Guo Yuming picked up the spoon and boiled a few sips of the soup, his worry in his heart eased a lot with the delicious soup. No matter what, no god or ghost, these guys were lying obediently on the hospital bed to give me medicine. The more patients, the more money I could get. When Huang Yuming talked about money, his thumb and index finger were involuntarily glued together. The delicate and smooth ink paper and the touch between his fingers made him feel like he was addicted to smoking.

After lunch, Guo Yuming picked up the watch and looked at the time. This watch was the Rolex Sea Messenger watch brought back to him by his wife when she was traveling to Europe this year. The surface was covered with a dark blue wave shape under the light, just like the waves of the sea turning on their wrists.

It is now twelve forty-eight minutes, and the nurse on duty after twelve minutes should come to the lounge to change shifts. Guo Yuming, as the doctor on duty, is not a little pretentious. He is in his thirties. It is better to be able to lie on the sofa and blow the air conditioner comfortably than anything else.

As for those madmen who were given tranquilizers, let them do this first. Anyway, there are other doctors who are taking care of them and they cannot die. Thinking about it, Guo Yuming narrowed his eyes slightly, twisted his body on the soft sofa for a few times before falling asleep.

On the other hand, Zhang Jian, who came out of Youren Villa District, sorted out the messy scene and drove to the Municipal Public Security Bureau to learn about the situation. There was no valuable gain here except for a bunch of corpses and a group of resentful souls full of murderous thoughts. The black car drove towards the direction of the city, and Huang Fang wrote a word for shrine along the way, and a pure Taoist force suppressed the resentful souls in the gossip mirror.

"Shisheshesheshesheshesheshes..." Chu Xiao impatiently patted the car radio, but the radio made a vague sound as if it was broken: "Miss Fangfang, this radio in your car seems to be broken?"

"No? I used it to listen to music yesterday." Huang Fang also looked forward and took a look. She actually had seven or six orifices of this type of electronic product, and she knew nothing about it. If it were her master, Taoist Master Dengyun, she would just stick an intermediate talisman on it.

Unfortunately, the talisman is easy to learn but difficult to master. The low-level talisman is filled with carpenters and blacksmiths. The intermediate talisman is like a senior technician who can also repair some medium and low-end electronic technology products such as air conditioners, radios and TVs. As for the advanced talisman, even Huang Fang has never seen it herself, she has only read this passage from the book: "It is not weaker than the power of Lu Ban, but better than the heavenly craftsmanship of creation."

"Old Chu, take the bus well, it's awkward. It's so dangerous!" Zhang Jian warned in a low voice.

When Chu Xiao heard Zhang Jian's words, his whole body was tightened and his body was pressed against the chair by an invisible force. He saw him tighten, lower his eyebrows and head down like a good baby, and said, "Okay, I haven't touched electronic items for a long time since I lost my phone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Xiao suddenly realized something was wrong. He was Lao Zhang's boss. Zhang Jian should have listened to him. Why did Chu Xiao listen to a young boy for no reason inexplicably after just a few days? But it seemed that a sharp force dormant on Zhang Jian's body that could not be rejected by others suppressed his Legal aura, making him involuntarily obey Zhang Jian's arrangements now. No wonder he always felt like someone was being led away like a marionette recently.

"Didi-Did..." The car just turned into the service station in the city and encountered a traffic jam. Private cars of various colors were blocked in rows of traffic in the driveway. The messy sound of cars and the shouts of the crowd seemed particularly messy on the road. From a high altitude, the private convoy was like a colorful jade belt tucked firmly on both sides of the asphalt road.

"What happened in front of you?" Chu Xiao sat in front of the car window and poked his head curiously: "Brother, hey, brother! What happened in front of you?"

Huang Xiaoming was sitting in a brown-red taxi at this time, with a blue shirt on his body. He was carrying a red backpack with black edges on his back, and a bulging green plastic bag in his hand. He ran into the taxi door impatiently. He was now full of anxiety and regret. He finally ran out of the city, but now it was blocked on the road in the suburbs. Who knows when the group of zombies behind him will run up?

After getting off the car, Huang Xiaoming pulled the cloth strap in his hand and looked at the road full of cars with confusion, without any confidence in his heart. He just wanted to stay away from him now. Maybe the Xixin Temple where his parents were eating vegetarian food was a good choice. Those big monks looked very imposing, but they didn't know whether the monk would take zombies.

Chu Xiao pushed open the car door and grabbed Huang Xiaoming who was running in a blue shirt on the road: "Brother, don't run away. What happened before made you so panic?"

"Zombies, there are zombies everywhere in the city." Huang Xiaoming was stared at Chu Xiao's eyes, and he felt a little nervous and told the situation honestly.

"What?" Chu Xiao looked in front of him in surprise, his face suddenly looked a little ugly.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!