Chapter 78: The Doctor

At first, only Josiqi maintained a sleeping position and squinted there to hum, week was he hum woke up, but also impatient to laugh at your ghost press ah, the result of their turn to want to wash, just stood up, dizzy a shake, fall back to the floor.

Poor on the bed still lying Wang Qingyuan, Li Jingyu, Luo Geng and Qiaosiqi have been humming and moaning for a long time, the week is horizontally hit on their stomach, there is a count a, almost vomiting blood.

Song Fei, Qi Yan and the small mines held by them survived, but the ears were also awakened by the wail of their comrades.

Qiaosiqi angrily to pick up the week all head, want to get people out, but weak body, push half a day also did not push, but his hands but felt the other forehead unusual heat, surprised to stare: "You also have a fever?"

This sentence is only five words, but it is rich in connotation and emotional layers. Zhou all first put "fever" set to his body, a product, is really dizzy head, body cold raging; Then ponder that "also" word, immediately after know after sense.

Open the claws of Josiqi, Zhou all to touch his head, the other hand is probing into Josiqi's head, the two relative comparison, the same strange heat.

"You infected me?"

"... You're paranoid." Qiaosiqi physiology was suffering from illness, psychological was hit hard by comrades, but no strength to roar, ridicule also spit soft.

Week is more and more dazed, can not clear the train of thought.

Josiki fell to a persistent groan that stabilized his sanity at a low but not completely lost level: "I think it was blowing in your building, and I felt uncomfortable at that time..."

"The same week." Ear suddenly came Li Jingyu weak weak call.

"Wait a minute," Zhou Tong's brain can't do two things at once, "I'll finish talking to him first."

"Can you get up from our belly and then continue with him?" Even if pressed to vomit blood, Wang Xiaoyuan's voice still maintains a cold ascetic system.

Luo Geng admits that pretending to be forced is a kind of gene imprinted in the bone and flesh, and he can't: "You're fucking dead!"

Wusheng Class 1's commotion opened the prelude to the wake up of the kitchen, and soon chemistry thirteen Lang and Wusheng Class 2 got up one after another - after the radio team set out, the left-behind personnel of class 2 moved down, which was decided in advance. One is convenient for collective guard base camp, second, downstairs life is more convenient, not to mention, only to go to the toilet, it saves the trouble of climbing up and down.

In fact, there is a third point, which is understood by everyone, but no one has pierced.

Although the first two classes will meet in the cafeteria, but after all, there is no mutual heart, to be exact, even the internal class 2 has not established much profound revolutionary friendship, so the relationship between them is at most friendly classmates, far from honest and intimate.

Having good intentions and longing for light are the basis of their good-neighborly friendship, but commonality is not friendship. Class 2 wants to eat class 1's meal, and will take the initiative to exchange their own food, rather than directly extend their hands; Class 1 needs Class 2 to help sing, will write a request, rather than directly deploy; Including the radio combat plan behind, are brought down by class 2 to discuss with class 1 politely, and has not yet come to the point, but after a long preparation before smooth transition to business.

The so-called friendship, need congenial bone, over time do meat.

The friendship was still very bony when the joint went to the express point, and now the faculty building is back, full and pleasant.

The most direct expression is that across a whole desk, almost far to the horizon of the 2 class floor, you can get up and say a person

"So you two did this to me."

It is not easy to climb down from the comrades in the week and hum and haw Qiaosiqi look at each other, angry hate can not beat the drum injustice -

"Feng Qi Bai, this is called porcelain!"

Fortunately, there are many good people in the world, and the outspoken Wu Zhou classmate helped to provide clues: "Is it possible that Zhao He took the water pipe to show?"

Feng white suspiciously wrapped the clothes on the body more tightly: "Then how are you okay?"

This is a very difficult problem, Wu classmate racked his brains, unable to solve, finally can only sincerely apologize: "Sorry, I should not be so strong."

"..." Feng white closed his eyes, perhaps static gas concentration, he can live for a while.

Zhao He wanted to distinguish when he was betrayed by his friends, but he opened his mouth several times in a row, and could not make any sound, and he was scared and stared with horror, and his face was forced.

Chemical thirteen Lang quiet as chicken to look at the Wusheng class toss, first put three people with a fever side by side, cover their clothes, and then use a relatively clean rag dipped in cold water twist half dry, applied on the forehead to physically cool down, and then the hot water to boil hot water, the porridge to cook porridge.

Busy one afternoon, the three people not only did not get better, but there was a trend of worsening. Obviously the body is burning badly, but people keep Shouting cold, shrink into a group of appearance to see the despair of the heart.

The dozen people have already lost the mood of joking, all with a face of concern, anxious like ants on a hot pot.

Huang Mo said that this is back to the canteen after a sudden relaxation, the previous fatigue and cold are back. Wang Shan think may not be simply looking for the radio these two days. It seemed to him that it was a miracle that only three of those who had been fighting had fallen. To know that they just ran from the practical building to the canteen, almost lost half of their lives, and now the feeling of panic has not completely recovered, not to mention several students, and even left the laboratory.

These three will die, burning alive with fever.

Not only Wang Shan, but all the students in the application class thought so. It is not that they are pessimistic, but in this situation, illness is a force majeure, there is no medicine, no medicine, only fate.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't get sick, you can be bitten and killed by zombies rushing in at any time and anywhere.

In the face of this unprecedented disaster, people, like ants, can survive until the final rescue arrives, not much strength, but lucky luck.

"This can't go on," Wang Shan heard someone over there say, "we have to find medicine."

Then the other two were the fastest to react and said in unison, "School hospital!"

Holding fate by the throat is a dangerous job, choke once, such as chemistry thirteen lang, can be afraid for a few years, choke many times, such as martial arts class, it is quite easy.

The school hospital is located in the northwest of the campus, strictly speaking, it can not be regarded as the main campus, because the campus planning of Song Fei's university faces south, square, and even the road is as far as possible due north and south, due east and west, well layout, and the area where the school hospital is located is an extra piece of land in the northwest for the placement of retired teachers and in-service teachers' family buildings. If it is viewed from a high altitude, it is especially like a large rectangle and a small circle, which are very close, but do not intersect or tangent, and are connected with each other by a short and thin straight line.

This line is the only way to the family quarters and the campus hospital.

This hospital is more like a community hospital with family buildings than a school hospital. However, most of the retired staff are not willing to move from the old campus in the city center, so that most of the teachers who live here are still young and strong, so there are few students to see a doctor on weekdays, and the teachers are scarce, and the whole school hospital is in a solemn and cold state for a long time.

There is no time for small partners to have too much discussion, and soon the personnel to find medicine will be finalized - Song Fei, Qi Yan, Wang Qingyuan, Luo Geng.

Let's keep it at four, because we need to do this quickly. Too many personnel, the possibility of transmutation is large, drag speed, too few personnel, the risk factor is high, drag success rate.

Personnel set them four, it is because Song Fei is familiar with the terrain of the park, Qi Yan in the only remaining healthy comrades, experience, skill, the highest comprehensive quality of the mind, Luo Geng and Wang Qingyuan also have a certain combat effectiveness, and because has been cultivation, physical strength.

1 class left Lin Di Lei and Li Jingyu, take care of Zhou and Qiaosiqi.

2 class this time all left, Huang Merding Hai Shen needle, Zhao He a breath of throat, Feng white a sick, he asked the hands without tied chicken, Fu Xiyuan on zombie combat experience, but no problem fighting, so in case there is a maleficent surviving classmates broke in, you can join hands with Wu Zhou.

All dressed up, sunset approaching dusk.

Luo Geng asked Zhao He back to the army thorns, the latter reluctantly, but only helpless to hand over.

There is only one bottle of toilet water left, and four people discuss for a long time and decide not to spray. As a result, Lin Di Lei was sprayed with Chanel without any notice, it is said that the fragrance lasted much longer than six god, and with the sweat, mixed with the body smell, more volumizing.

Four male students you look at me, I look at you, across the goggles can feel the life of each other's eyes.

Fully charged cell phone, flashlight, rope, simple food rations, gas mask, mop gun, fruit knife, scissors, utility knife, military knife, metal chopsticks, CHANEL perfume... Chemical thirteen Lang looked at the martial arts class a set of equipment to the body, stuffed props in the backpack, don't murder weapon in the waistband, eye-opening, breathtaking.

This is not a ragtag army, this is a fucking well-armed independent regiment!!

Still not recovered from the shock, Wang Shan only felt that he was covered by a shadow, looked up, it was Song Fei.

The comer stood, he sat, just from the momentum on the loss of a big section, especially Song Fei face still fierce: "bomb?"

'You can't have it! Wang Shan blurted out the refusal, almost subconsciously, and then felt a little blunt, and whispered, "This is the only thing we can defend ourselves."

I blame no one but myself for not having a friendly, honest face.

"No one is going to rob you," Song Fei sighed sadly. "What is left is the best, and this stuff will be used in the canteen."

"So we're not going to heaven with the canteen?"

"Who let you really detonate!"

The so-called temporary partnership means completion, wholeness, non-existence, agreement and contract.

"If any new survivors arrive, peace is fine, but if anyone wants to make trouble, don't hesitate to show weapons of mass destruction."

"When exactly does it light up?"

"Listen to Huang Mo."

"Just bright?"

"No, no, no!"

Taking in a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Song Fei felt calmer.

"Remember," slapped his hand firmly on Wang Shan's shoulder, "if the bomb explodes, it is called the same return to the West; if it does not explode, it is the sword of Shang Fang."

Huang Mo smiled with relief.

Wusheng class comrades are not the first time to see the cunning of Song classmates, but every time there are new feelings.

Zhao He does not care about the bomb, still persevering to pull Qi Yan's sleeve, one by one, delicate and pitiful.

Helpless to withdraw the indescribable eyes put on BF, Qi Yan held the hand gathered in his sleeve: "rest assured, will not forget your anti-inflammator."

Zhao He Dun feel at ease, than Song Fei assured him a hundred sentences are at ease. Sure enough, this is boyfriend power MAX...

Well, there's something weird about that.