food crisis [end times]

The doctor was wearing protective clothing, protective glasses, and an N95 mask, so tightly covered that he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Zhu Yan's fate depends on his words, Xiang Luo raised his heart in his throat, afraid that the doctor would say that he would take him away.

The doctor walked up to him and said to the soldier, "It's just a fever and a cough. I haven't found any other suspicious symptoms, and I don't have any other wounds on my body. You don't need to take it away. It's better to observe it at home for now."

The hospital is already full, so only those who are seriously suspected need to be taken away for centralized isolation, and the rest should stay at home as much as possible.

After that, both Xiang Luo and An Wei checked their bodies and made sure there were no wounds and their body temperature was normal before leaving for the next house.

They were checked separately in four groups.The villagers cooperated well, but what they were afraid of were those who insisted that they had nothing to do, or those who defended their relatives and refused to be taken away.

After all, the village is composed of clans.Even though a lot has been done to popularize the law over the years, and people's thinking is not as pedantic as in the past, it is inevitable that there will be confusion at this time.

All the moldy grains were replaced with rice, and other moldy miscellaneous grains could not be exchanged for the price, so even the moldy rice and miscellaneous grains were only exchanged for a total of [-] catties of rice.

After Zhu Yan checked his body, he went back to the room and fell down without moving. Anwei stared at the rice on the coffee table in a daze.

Xiang Luo stretched out his hand to touch Zhu Yan's forehead, it was still very hot.

After washing a towel, wrapped a piece of ice and put it on Zhu Yan's forehead, he heard Anwei say quietly, "There's so much food, I just changed it. If the three of us eat it, we can finish it in less than half a month."

Xiang Luo tucked up the quilt for Zhu Yan, looked at his reddened face due to the high fever, and said, "I have prepared enough food. I'll go to the doctor, you go and toss the things in the car, and put them in the Westinghouse. If you are hungry, there is food in the refrigerator, all vacuum-packed, take as much as you eat, and don’t waste it.”

An Wei was brought by Zhu Yan's side. Although Xiang Luo cared a little bit, he would not treat him badly.

Anwei nodded and said, "Do you have a computer here? I got in the car before it landed."

Xiang Luo took out a notebook and a large power bank from the cabinet: "This should last for five or six hours. If it is not enough, there is a power bank in the cabinet to take by yourself."

After speaking, Xiang Luo put on a sturdy jacket with a fire ax pinned to his waist, a hood and a mask.This picture actually looks a bit strange in the village, but it is also the safest dress at this time.

The army was still investigating from house to house, Xiang Luo deliberately avoided them and walked down the street.It is true that there are ready-made doctors and nurses in the army, but they are mainly for routine examinations, regardless of other diseases.For headaches and injections, I still need to go to the doctor in the village.

After walking down two streets, Xiang Luo was called to the gate of the doctor's house in the village.

Seeing that the door of the doctor's house is not far away, but facing the official, Xiang Luo has not been unreasonable enough to rush in front of them.

"Sir, didn't you say that there is an epidemic of the living dead, so don't go out for the time being?" The soldier frowned and came to stop Xiang Luo, although his tone was reproachful, but still polite.

Xiang Luo could only follow suit and discuss: "My friend has a high fever and has just been checked, so he needs to be observed at home. But the home observation also needs to be seen by the doctor. I think the fever is really bad, so I want to see the doctor when I come here. No, just open a bottle and we can go back and fight by ourselves."

No one can watch a friend have a fever like this.

The soldier paused and said: "Then there's no need to go. This is the only family of doctors in your village. He was taken away as soon as he was delivered to the car. He was pecked by a chicken."

Once it is brought into the car, it is impossible to pull the old doctor down again.

Xiang Luo stood there in a daze for a moment, it seemed that Zhu Yan could only rely on antipyretics.

"You go back. Take the medicine at home first. If it is serious, you can send it to the clinic in the village. It still accepts ordinary patients." The subtext is that the city's Zhongda Hospital no longer accepts other patients. He nodded and said, "You are right to protect yourself, but don't hurt ordinary people impulsively."

In other words, it’s okay to encounter zombies in self-defense, wounding or killing people.

You can see the seriousness of this matter.

Although no doctor was invited, the soldier's words were worth Xiang Luo's coming out once.After thanking him, I was about to turn back when I saw a soldier come out holding a child with red eyes.

The child was wearing short sleeves, and half of his arms were blue and purple. Looking at his five or six-year-old appearance, his face was flushed from crying.

Behind the soldier, four people followed in a row, apparently they should be parents and grandparents.

The half-gray-haired grandma went up a few steps and grabbed the soldier's arm: "You can't take my grandson alone! I know he's sick, but it's impossible for him to become a lunatic! If you let the doctor Check it carefully! Or you can let me follow! My child is afraid of life, you take him away and he will cry! It’s such a big thing that even the escort will not be allowed to go!”

"We also stipulate that those who have no symptoms of infection or obvious wounds cannot be brought into the car. We are also protecting people who are not infected!" The soldier next to him went up to grab grandma, trying to pull him away.

Grandma got angry, and said: "Forget it, my lord! How can a child be the same! If it doesn't work, just treat me as infected too! Take me away!"

Grandma burst into tears, but the soldier received an absolute order.Military orders and favors, repeated torn between the two, is also a kind of torture for soldiers.

Xiang Luo didn't look at it anymore, turned his head and walked home. After walking for a while, he heard loud scolding behind him. Looking back, the family was completely enraged, and the conflict escalated and approached a physical conflict.Xiang Luo walked away from the corner.

After two streets, I arrived at my house, and when I turned around, I saw Xiuyan's husband rushing out with a hoe in his hand, blocking the approaching army card.

Two heavily armed soldiers got on and off the army card. Before she could speak, Xiuyan's husband held his hoe tightly with his bloodshot eyes and said, "You lied to me! You gave me back Xiuyan! You didn't plan to cure her!" She! You just want to take her away and kill her, right! No wonder you didn’t let me go with you! You lied to me that it was a disease, but the brochure you gave clearly stated that it was a dead person. If you hurt someone, you can shoot her directly! You want to kill someone! Show Yan killed someone! But she is just insane! It is not against the law to kill someone insane! Why do you arrest him!"

A few days ago, Xiang Luo saw that he was still a normal person, at most he looked haggard because of the pressure.But right now even if his back is turned to Xiang Luo, Xiang Luo can still find the madness in desperate situation from his gestures.

Faced with such a situation, the soldiers can only try their best to persuade them.But Xiuyan's husband couldn't listen to these anymore, he insisted on going to see his wife, and even pretended to beat her with a hoe.

The soldiers of the People's Liberation Army were forced to open a wooden warehouse against the sky with their wooden warehouse. Xiuyan's husband was stunned on the spot for a while.

Xiang Luo remembered seeing a passage on the Internet.In this world, when people in most countries hear a "bang", their first reaction is to hug their heads and squat down to find a bunker. Only China will complain about which brat is casually firing cannons.

Because the vast majority of people in this country will never hear a sound of a wooden barn in their entire life.

But now, Xiang Luo saw a person completely paralyzed by Mu Cang's fright.

How sad.

It's not the fighter's fault.But the current situation is so serious.There is nothing they can do.

Xiuyan's husband was pulled away and sat down on the ground.

The soldier wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say when he saw his appearance. He just turned around and got into the car with red eyes.

As the army card drove past, Xiuyan's husband stared blankly at the rear of the car.

At this time, another sound of wooden warehouses was heard on the other streets, and Xiuyan's husband was shocked again, and suddenly shouted: "New Year's Eve! Cannons are set off!"

There was panic in his out-of-focus eyes.In a short period of time, the wife went crazy and killed the man to being taken away by the authorities.He knew he would never see his beloved wife again.

The oppression of the environment and the ill-fated fate.Let his spirit collapse directly.

This time the army came to the village and opened a total of three wooden warehouses, and each wooden warehouse was shot out facing the sky.But behind every sound of a wooden barn is the collapse of a family.

Perhaps the collapse is far more than these three.

Xiuyan's husband muttered something, Xiang Luo couldn't help, so he could only go home with heavy steps.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like if he lost Zhu Yan.

But the moment he entered the house, he smelled the strong aroma of instant noodles.

This moment seemed to bring him from the end of the world into the peace of the past.

Entering the room, Zhu Yan was still lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. An Wei was sitting in front of his work and fiddling with the computer. There was a large bowl covered by a plate next to him.Anwei scratched his head as if he was stumped by something, picked up the water glass and drank some water, this picture is as fat as it is.

When I walked in, I saw that the computer page turned out to be a web page!

How long has this been offline?

"Are you able to surf the Internet?" Xiang Luo asked.

Anwei pointed to the link and said to the black box on the computer: "I connected to the satellite signal. Now most of the forums in the world have crashed, and many of them have been closed directly. I am using the website built by our programmers, and it is also Our own is maintained by volunteers. It still works. There are programmers from all over the world. Look!"

An Wei casually clicked on a post, which contained a large section of English and the chaotic streets photographed.

Xiang Luo couldn't understand it. He was a top student in high school, but five years is enough time for him to return what he learned to the teacher.

"Any useful news?"

Anwei thought about it, brewed up his vocabulary, and said, "The kind of zombies you told me are all over the world. According to the summary on the forum, the ones you see most should be in Eastern Europe. There are still relatively few here. But the global Most countries only say that the zombies are just sick and need to be isolated and wait for treatment. But if the zombies are confirmed to be the living dead, they need to be destroyed. In addition, there are only three in our country, and the other two are Middle Eastern countries."

This is a bit strange.But still not incomprehensible.

"Also," Anwei opened a voting page, "Look at this, there are 1 members in this forum, and more than 35 are currently active. All of us vote whether zombies should be killed, and only those who agree to kill Thirty-five percent, [-] percent intend to wait and see, and the rest feel that they are just sick and should not be deprived of their right to live."