movie savior

Chapter 473: The Continent of Rebirth

"Besides this Joe Moore, there are several other people who were affected by the nuclear radiation at close range and showed some uncomfortable symptoms."

After leaving the ward, the staff continued.

"Hey, this is our responsibility. We didn't follow the standard processing procedure for the sake of convenience. Now that this kind of consequence has occurred, we must also bear the corresponding responsibility."

"The president is right, so we have taken in all the patients with radiation symptoms and treated them uniformly."

The staff member said while opening the door of the next ward:

"This is the room of another radiation patient. His name is Kalashnikov. He once came into contact with the wreckage of the drone with Joe Moore. According to inference, the radiation material now also entered his body through the respiratory tract. .”

Snapped.

The lights in the ward were turned on, and a figure sat blankly on the bed without any reaction.

Zhang Tianyuan took a closer look and found that this person was awake, and his condition was much better than that of the undead old Joe next to him.

The next door was almost covered with bandages all over his body. This Kalashnikov was only wrapped in bandages in a few places, and most of the skin was good to the naked eye.

The staff said on the side: "This patient was relatively healthy before, without too many underlying diseases, so the impact of radiation is relatively slow, but..."

"The prospect is still not optimistic." The last sentence was said quietly.

Chairman Zhang understands.

These people have inhaled the radiation dust carried on the drone into their bodies, and these substances will continue to emit radiation in their bodies for decades, hundreds of years or even longer.

Don't look at your body in good shape now, you can eat, drink, sleep, and run, but sooner or later your body will be overwhelmed by radiation.

"Then his current state?" Zhang Tianyuan asked the staff. This person is obviously wrong. Since the radiation effect is still small and his body is still healthy, why does he look like a dead person?

The undead old Joe next door can still scream twice, and he can hear the miserable screams clearly in this ward.

The staff said: "The mentality is not very good. He was a soldier in the army more than 20 years ago. He has experienced overseas wars and is very aware of the hazards of radiation."

Zhang Tianyuan understood.

This is a mental breakdown.

"My condolences." Zhang Tianyuan sighed at Kalashnikov, but suddenly felt that it was not good to say that to a living person.

So he changed his words again:

"Please be optimistic. It is our responsibility to cause you the current harm. We will do our best to heal and maintain...guarantee your lives!"

Kalashnikov was completely unresponsive, like a vegetable, completely immersed in his own world.

Seeing this, Zhang Tianyuan felt that this was not acceptable.

"Call Dr. Tanaka over, and hand over the patient to him. In addition, call Director Wu Yisi, let her stimulate the patient's emotions, make the patient positive and optimistic, and make him full of hope."

"It's not good to be so lifeless all the time."

"Optimism can create miracles!"

"Yes!"

Walk past Kalashnikov's ward, and there's a third room.

"The patient here is Brody, nicknamed the Cannibal. His condition is between the other two, but he must have also inhaled radiation."

Lying on the hospital bed is a fat man, the most eye-catching thing is his feet.

Those big feet of unknown size are completely beyond the reach of human beings, as if they were filled with water, they almost turned into balloons, and the skin on the feet barely shaped them into the shape of the feet.

"Those feet were affected by the radiation before, and now the condition is getting worse, the skin is almost unstoppable, and this kind of edema has signs of spreading to the whole body, and it has already appeared on his belly and thighs..."

The staff whispered about the illness.

Brody himself yelled loudly on the hospital bed for barbecue, pasta, and candy...

Zhang Tianyuan frowned, and asked with concern: "How is the patient's diet now?"

"All we eat these days is our military rations."

"No way?" Zhang Tianyuan pondered for a while, "Always eat convenience food, can it be nutritious?"

"What do you think the president wants to eat?"

The staff took out a pen and paper, ready to record.

Zhang Tianyuan said: "First of all, the diet must be light, not fried or stir-fried, and the source must be natural, it must have vitality, and it must also have high protein to ensure their nutrition..."

The staff nodded and wrote down the requirements one by one.

After coming out of Brody's ward, the staff took this record directly to the cooking class.

"The recipes of those bastards in the ward need to be changed."

The members of the cooking class took the slip of paper, glanced at the request, and were a little embarrassed: "The food given to them before was already the worst expired military ration, and I found it with great difficulty... What is this request for them to eat now? "

"You can figure it out. Anyway, if these people eat too well, it's a waste of food."

After the staff finished speaking, they let go and left.

The entire cooking class was left staring at the spot.

Suddenly, a person with sharp eyes saw a refugee grab a worm from the ground and stuff it into his mouth, his eyes lit up immediately.

"Squad leader, how about making a boiled worm? This is also high in protein, and it's natural and light!"

The old squad leader looked at the request again and felt that it was not enough: "There is another energetic request that you have not met."

"What does the monitor mean?"

"Do!"

"But you have to do the work. If you don't cook, fry, fry or fry, your hands, feet and wings will be cut off by it, and then we'll just put it on the plate!"

……

After viewing the wards of Undead Qiao and the other three, Zhang Tianyuan went around the other wards.

Most of the patients treated in the ward here were fractures and injuries, and almost all of them were the war boys of the immortal old Joe. These people who had not successfully mutated their bodies were either dead or injured after falling from the car.

Among them, the most seriously injured person was Undead Old Joe's eldest son, Riktu.

This guy was thrown from the car by his father and fell directly to the ground. It may be that he fell in the wrong place, or his father's speed was too fast, so he was thrown into a vegetative state.

The skull was fractured and brain function was affected.

This injury was beyond the capabilities of the medical vehicle and the medical team, and he could only be dealt with briefly and left to his fate.

"However, judging from the current situation, he has been deteriorating, and I'm afraid it won't last long."

The staff explained the condition next to it.

President Zhang glanced at the big unconscious man on the bed, and then at the drip hanging beside him.

"What kind of needle water is hanging now?"

The staff came up, "Let me take a look... Report to the president, it's salt water!"

Gee!

Is it okay to hang this kind of thing? !

"Give him two bottles of glucose!"

The staff was a little embarrassed: "President, this needs the consent of Ambassador Yuri and the others. They only gave the money for the salt water, and they don't want to waste too much money on these people..."

The admission of these ordinary patients and wounded is actually paid by Connor and Ski, and Uri and Smith are the supervisors, and they have been keeping an eye on the cost.

So what plan to use to save people, what new drugs and equipment to add, and how much to increase the cost, all have to go through the process and give it to Yuri and Smith, and let them both sign.

Especially these gangsters.

Yuri and Smith hoped that they would all die on the spot, and it would be a waste of their funds to save them.

Yuri and Smith didn't want to waste a penny on a seriously injured person like Riktu.

Hearing the staff's explanation, President Zhang waved his hand and said: "It's okay, just treat these two bottles of glucose as a gift from our Mutual Rescue Association. After all, he is Joe Moore's son, so just treat it as a gift for his father." compensation."

"Understood, I'll arrange it now."

A staff member pulled away and went to the pharmacy at the back: "Tonight, Ricto on bed 79 in the general ward, add two more bottles of glucose injection, the smallest bottle, and charge it to our own account..."

In the ward.

Zhang Tianyuan asked the nurses to find a time, and while Old Undead Qiao was still awake, they pushed Riktu over, and let the two father and son meet again and enjoy family happiness.

If Ricktu leaves first in the future, the news of his death must be transparently conveyed to Undead Old Joe.

After leaving this explanation, he went to the prison camp.

Unlike other places, the prisoner camp is much more lively here.

The war boys have been shouting non-stop, offering to please everyone who passes by, hoping someone will let them out.

Since the belief in the God of the V8 engine collapsed, these captives quickly recognized the situation and kept expressing their willingness to submit and surrender...

It's just that they never understood that mutual rescue would be different from Undead Joe or other tribes on this wasteland.

Mutual Aid doesn't need a bunch of followers like them.

Even if it is really needed, the followers of the Mutual Rescue Church in Finch Time and Space are much easier to use than them.

Nax sat in the corner covered in scars, looking coldly at his former colleagues, like pigs in captivity, trying to stick his hands out of the fence, hoping to sell himself for a good price.

He wasn't in such a good mood anymore.

Although his faith also collapsed...

no way.

Seeing Undead Joe being chased like a dead dog by an armored vehicle, being played with a violent motorcycle by Ferosa on Undead Joe, and finally came to the prisoner-of-war camp, and was beaten up together with Undead Joe...

What's more, he was by the side when Undead Joe suffered from radiation sickness a few days ago.

He can't forget that kind of tragedy until now.

This is completely different from what is said in the propaganda!

Under such circumstances, how could Nax still believe in the god of the V8 engine... He is just a fanatic, but he is not a fool, okay?

Nax is now in a period of confusion.

I don't know what to do, and I don't know what I can do.

Maybe in the future, his ending is to be imprisoned here until he dies?

Thinking of this, Nax suddenly heard a young man's voice:

"These people are all crowded here, wasting food for nothing. If this continues, Yuri and Smith will have opinions. Let them start labor reform as soon as possible..."

After leaving this sentence, the young man took the others out.

The war boys who could not understand Chinese could only look at the backs of those people in confusion and disappointment.

After learning about the situation inside and outside the fortress, Zhang Tianyuan found that the current population is quite large.

Some of the captives of the vulture tribe, plus the population of the entire fortress, and the surrounding refugees, have reached 1000 people in bits and pieces.

The total number of refugees here is the largest, accounting for nearly [-]%.

So a job quickly started.

That is to let these refugees form self-governing institutions, otherwise it is difficult to guarantee whether Smith will think about building prisons for them again.

For this kind of situation, the Mutual Rescue Association already has rich experience. As early as in Legendary Time and Space, they supported Robert to rebuild order.

Now this organization of more than 1000 people is even more pediatrics.

The only difficulty is that the quality of these refugees is hard to describe.

Not to mention that almost all the staff are illiterate, and some young people even have difficulty communicating, almost degenerating into savages who only use their hands and feet to gesture.

In this case, Mutual Aid doesn't have many options.

You can only choose for older people.

Some old people who were born before the wasteland came to work one after another.

Besides, those women of Undead Joe.