Mental Hospital Salvation Daily [Quick Transmigration]

He fell down in a chaotic darkness, the strong sense of weightlessness made his legs numb slightly, and the whistling wind was heard in his ears.

The moment Xia Yinan returned his gaze, Xia Yinan seemed to have really fallen to the ground, his eyes were in chaos, his limbs sometimes felt numb, and sometimes felt numb and tingling.The tinnitus flooded the whole world, as if he was dying, he panted heavily, and relaxed his body to ease the pain as much as possible.

After feeling a little bit in his arms, he supported his head that was so painful that it was about to burst, and gradually the sound of railroad tracks became more and more clear in his ears.After about four or five minutes, the tinnitus completely disappeared and the vision became clear.The surroundings were very dark, with only one lamp hanging on the wall, and the yellowish light fell on the dried blood on the ground.

Xia Yinan followed the traces of blood, looking all the way over, and found that it had spread from himself.

"..." He cursed silently, put his hands on the ground, and moved his body closer to the light.The arm was bruised, with blunt trauma and cuts, and about a quarter of the surface was covered with blood, mainly concentrated in the upper arm.

His trousers and shirt were in tatters, and his leg was equally badly wounded.Fortunately, the wounds were not very deep. The original owner treated them with rags, and the bleeding had basically stopped.

He rested half against the wall for a while, looking around.He was in a closed environment, probably a train, shaking slightly while moving.There were no windows on the vehicle, and he didn't know what the environment outside was like. When he woke up, he saw a rusty iron door in front of him, and mountains of garbage behind him.

Xia Yinan looked carefully, and found that the bags of garbage were neatly packed.The three or four garbage bags around him were scattered, probably opened when he fell down.

The sensation in his legs came back, and he stood up slowly while leaning on the wall.The first thing he noticed was the lamp beside him. He couldn't see its material or burning method.This is probably a world beyond his cognition.

The memory of his body recovered very slowly, and he couldn't even remember his own identity at the moment.The current situation is very bad. Not only is he in poor physical condition, he is also unable to determine the age he is in, and then he cannot determine the degree of civilization of this world, nor does he know the biggest threat here.

Xia Yinan walked towards the iron gate. There was a small window on top of it, but it was too dark to see anything on the other side.The door was locked tightly with four or five locks, and he knocked, feeling very solid.He didn't dare to push it away rashly, so he was going to stay where he was and rest.

There is always a time when the train arrives.

Just when he was about to step back and sit back on the garbage dump, there was a loud noise from the glass.

A human face was pressed tightly against it, its facial features were twisted and twisted, it smiled straight at him, and its protruding eyeballs stuck to the glass.

Xia Yinan looked at him blankly for a few seconds, then tentatively raised his hand: "Hi?"

When the man grinned, his mouth took up most of his face, and his fangs were exposed.His face was rotten, it was between gray-green and black, there were many bulged flesh on it, and a few strips hung tremblingly on the side of the jaw.Veins protruded from the remaining skin, and there seemed to be something wriggling inside, causing blood vessels to bulge out ferociously from time to time.

Soon the man's head was pushed down by another hand - that hand was also the same gray-green color, and then another face appeared by the window.

The new rotting corpse had a human hand in its mouth, the normal one, and blood dripped on the window, probably not long after it was torn from its body.

Xia Yinan sat back obediently.

Scratching and impacting sounds were heard. The zombies hadn't been able to break through the iron gate for so long before, so it seemed that this place was safe.And the condition of this body was too bad, he observed the movements of the zombies for a while, gave them a middle finger, and then lay back on the garbage dump and closed his eyes to rest.

I don't know how long it took, but he was woken up by the harsh sound of brakes.Then the whole world became noisy, intertwined with extremely noisy human voices and gunshots, as well as the ferocious roar of beasts, and the sound of skin and flesh being torn apart.There are many things running, and the whole carriage is shaking slightly.

Soon, clear and bright light fell from the window, and the guy who had been staring at Xia Yinan with interest burst into his head, and white liquid smeared on the glass.

Someone wiped the window with his sleeve, and a sallow face appeared outside.Then the man turned his head and shouted: "There are still people alive!"

Then a piece of old and yellowed paper was pasted on the glass, the blue writing on it was blurred, and a red stamp was stamped on the lower right.The clear female voice became a little blurry through the iron gate: "We are the standing army at South Station. My name is Natasha, number sa107. You are safe now."

It's important to get treatment anyway, and the people out there don't seem hostile.Xia Yinan hesitated for a moment, then got up, dragged his feet and opened the iron door.His appearance was very miserable, the sallow face picked him up neatly, Natasha followed beside her, took off the other spray from her waist, and sprayed some cold liquid on several of his large wounds.

Because of the temperature, the pain relieved almost instantly.The car outside was full of corpses, normal people were mixed with the limbs of rotting corpses, and dark green liquid dripped down.

Xia Yinan was suddenly glad that his senses were not yet sensitive. Even so, he could smell the pungent smell of dead fish and rotten eggs, and his stomach felt nauseous.

They hurried out of the car, and there was a huge platform outside. Countless heavily armed people stood outside, holding guns in their hands, and some of them had armor-like devices on their bodies.

But it is definitely not armor, because the main body of the device does not completely cover the body, it is just like a brand new skeleton, the slender strips of metal support the limbs, and the extended metal part barely protects most of the skin, only the front chest And the back has massive coverage.

Mechanical exoskeleton.The word appeared in Xia Yinan's mind out of thin air.

The sallow face put him on the ground, Natasha frowned, and checked the wound with a bright light: "There are many man-made wounds." She asked Xia Yinan, "What's your number? Is this an accidental injury, or you guys? Infighting?"

"...I don't know..." Xia Yinan rubbed his temples and head, frowned and pursed his lips, making an expression of extreme pain, "I, I don't remember many things."

"It's okay, don't force yourself to think about it." Natasha sighed softly, and still patted him on the shoulder comfortingly.Soon a few more people came over, carrying a simple stretcher, and sent Xia Yinan to the depths of the platform.

The stretcher wobbled on the road, and after the pain eased slightly, Xia Yinan's thoughts became clearer, and memories that did not belong to him gradually emerged.

Now is the No.20 seven year of the revelation virus outbreak. The infected person is immortal and has a certain ability to regenerate. Only the brain and spine are the Achilles' heels.As early as the fourth year of the outbreak, the ground was covered by virus-infected people, and the remaining humans retreated to the ground, using the past underground facilities to live.

He was just now on the subway called Jiri, one of the two trains still in operation on the downtown circle line.It was twelve o'clock in the morning, and the Jizhou arrived at the South Station as scheduled, while the Yongye happened to be at the North Station at this time.

On the way, Xia Yinan heard many people talking, all talking about the disappearance incident at the southeast station at eight or nine o'clock today.The voices of those conversations were too thin, and he couldn't hear the specific content.

A stretcher took him to what looked like a medical room—actually just an area in the open space of the station, surrounded by a white cloth.There were some old beds in it, and when Xia Yinan lay on them, it complained unwillingly.

Soon someone came to treat his wound, took many bottles and cans, needles and threads, and then stuffed a towel in his mouth: "Bite."

Xia Yinan: "..." He really wanted to ask how many people had bitten this towel, but the next second the alcohol had already been spilled.

The alcohol was very dilute, and I didn't know how much water was mixed, but there were too many wounds, and the right arm that was treated first was burning hot.It didn't take long for him to realize the effect of the towel that had been given him—there was no narcotic here.

The disinfection was okay, but the suture seemed a bit long. The needle and thread passing through the muscles brought a strange friction feeling, and the blood beads slowly rolled down.Some rags and foreign objects were still in the wound, so they had to be picked out little by little with tweezers.However, there were quite a few wounded in the previous battle, and the doctor was in a hurry, so his actions were extremely simple and rude.

I don't know how long it took for the treatment to end. The ointment that was finally applied has a strange smell and color, and I don't know if it was made by myself.Xia Yinan was sweating all over, and the sheets were soaked.

During this process, the senses gradually became clearer, and after the rancid smell disappeared, the smell of blood in the air was particularly obvious.This was worse than pain for him, a slightly distorted look flashed across his face, and was quickly replaced by a gentle and weak look.

He rolled his eyes and smiled, thanking the doctor softly.

Not long after the treatment was over, Natasha stood in front of him again, with a rifle behind her back, and saluted: "We have confirmed your identity. Professor, the commando is about to go to the southeast station now. Can you recall any more details?"

She added: "Any details are fine, including the approximate number and types of enemies. Or, are there any survivors at the southeast station. Even if you caught a glimpse."

Xia Yinan smiled bitterly: "Sorry, I can't help you now."

"You don't need to apologize, we are lucky that you survived." Natasha showed no disappointment, she put a piece of yellowed paper on the bedside, and pressed it with a cup, "This is what you left in the waste car Your identity certificate has been damaged, and I have applied for a replacement for you. You rest first, and we will continue to investigate the man-made wound on your body." She saluted again, turned and prepared to leave.

"Wait," Xia Yinan said, "Can you tell me about the current situation?"

"Yes. The southeast station lost contact at [-] o'clock today, and we immediately issued a warning to the Jiri, which was heading here. Then the Jiri arrived at [-]:[-], and also lost contact." Natasha said simply, "Now we Cooperating with the East Station will regain control of the Southeast Station within the scope of our strength. Time is running out, and we must plan before a large number of infected people are attracted to the past."

She left in a hurry.

Xia Yinan reached for the piece of paper on the bedside, which was exactly the same as the one that Natasha pasted on the glass to show him.A "Xia" is written on the name part above, and the serial number is ns027.

If the memory is correct, the first letter represents the station, the southeast, northwest and southeast stations are eswn and se respectively.

The second letter is the level, there are six levels from e to s.He was a higher military rank than Natasha, number a, and she only started using honorifics.

The last number is the simplest, simply representing the personal number.

Xia Yinan's eyes moved down and stopped at the column of age.

Age: 57 years old.

Xia Yinan was silent for a while, tentatively touched the still intact skin on his face, and then looked at his outstretched hand.No matter how you look at it, it shouldn't be what a person who is nearly 60 years old should look like.

He borrowed a piece of his broken mirror from the patient next door, and saw the appearance of this body for the first time—a very standard oriental person, [-]% similar to the original him.If it weren't for the wounds on his face, he would look very easy-going and gentle, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is in his early twenties.

Perhaps the average life expectancy of people is different, and he has encountered similar situations before.

The time of recuperation was very boring, only the radio used old tapes and sang old songs.Beyond that, the folks on the Downtown Loop rarely get to hear new vocals.

The nearest other strongholds are about twelve kilometers away from them, and the underground between them is not connected, and can only be reached through the surface.Over the years, the two parties have met only twice, both at the most difficult times.

The fatigue caused by blood loss quickly dragged him back to sleep, and when he was awakened by the noise, the patients were moving deeper into the platform one by one.And the soldiers lined up to the train platform, running past him in unison and vigorously.

Xia Yinan froze on the bed for a moment, staring at the floating dust under the light for a moment, before realizing that he had left Baiqiang Hospital.

At this time, it was past ten o'clock in the evening, and two young women supported Xia Yinan, leading him and the others to move deep.Xia Yinan said, "Is there anything new?"

"The Eternal Night is coming," one of them replied, "all the personnel on it have been evacuated from the East Station, and now it has just left from the Southeast Station, where the infected people have not been cleaned up, and there may be a few people on the subway. "

"Then why do you continue to stop at Southeast Station?"

"We have no way of manipulating the subway."

"Why? Where is the dispatch center?"

The man didn't speak, and pointed his finger up.

At this time, a bright moon was hanging high in the sky, illuminating the countless ruins on the surface and the roaming infected people.In the center of Pingcheng City, the half-collapsed control tower stands tall, and the lights on the top flicker in the black and blue night.

It is now 2171, and there are still five years before the extinction of mankind.