"When will the surgery be done... When will the doctor come and see..."

In a multi-person tent at the centralized treatment site in the outskirts of Dahua City, Zhang Xiaojun murmured weakly, and his body lying on the hospital bed became increasingly unbearable to bear a strange and inexplicable feeling. It was neither pain nor itch, but it was not both.

I have been staying in for two days, and a doctor has come to see him, but there is no other treatment except for some drip.

He thought about the operation himself. The doctor didn't say that. The doctor just said that he would observe the condition first and then observe...

All the medical staff who came to check the rounds were in a hurry. No one had asked about the condition in detail. It should be because there were too many patients. As soon as someone around was transferred to a single ward because his condition worsened, new patients would come in and take the bed. There was a constant stream of people.

After they were sent to the treatment site, their mobile phones and other things were taken away, and they were isolated from the communications from the outside world, and they were not sure what was going on in the outside world now.

Even the scope of the treatment point outside this multi-person camp is unclear.

The terrifying whistle happened from time to time, and each time it made him feel even more chaotic, as if tens of millions of ants were crawling around in his body.

"It's useless, stop calling..." The guy next to him who claimed to be a medical student and named He Mingbiao said slowly, his expression became worse, and his eyes seemed to be protruding, "I think we have no treatment, and the Tianji Bureau can't come up with a solution for the time being, just quarantining us..."

"What did you say? It will only release negative energy..." Zhang Xiaojun argued again after hearing this, but every rebuttal was less power than the previous one. The trust in Tianji personnel in his heart was shaky: what the guy said was right, it was just a centralized control and management, and there was no treatment at all, otherwise it would not be like this.

He was confused and couldn't help asking, "What will happen to us as you said? What's going on with that weird scream?"

"I don't know..." He Mingbiao's voice was weaker than him, "But I feel like I'm turning into something else..."

Zhang Xiaojun was silent and felt the same way, especially whenever he heard that whistle, the muscles in his body kept beating. The tens of millions of ants in his body seemed to break out of a pupa, but was it really just ants... Is this disease really just an abnormal brain nerve disorder syndrome...

Could He Mingbiao be right? The Tianji Bureau has been cheating people? In fact, it is a completely different story. They have been deceived? In fact, there is no cure? Just control them? Why? What should I do? Let them wait for death here? Is the whistling sound of death? Then? Pull them to cremate?

More and more distracting thoughts surged in his mind, which made his heart almost tear apart. Regardless of whether it was sick or not, he felt like he was going crazy, and he was really going crazy.

At this time, Zhang Xiaojun saw a group of white coats wearing protective clothing coming to the aisle over there. Are they here to check the rounds? But there are more medical teams who came to check the rounds last time. Is it a big round?... He couldn't stand it anymore. He lost control in an instant. While struggling to get up, he tried his best to beg loudly: "Doctor, doctor! Help, save me, I'm almost out of my way, help..."

The noise he made the white coats there stop and look at them, as were the patients around him. The patrol personnel in the tent came over quickly, calming him down, and the doctor would come over to see him slowly.

"Don't stop me, you want me to die!" Zhang Xiaojun was furious. He got out of the hospital bed and pushed the patrol staff. No matter what the people around him reacted, he struggled to rush towards the white coats and shouted out of control: "Doctor, tell me the truth, can you cure... Will I die? I have the right to know the truth..."

His words resonated with some of the already confused and anxious patients around him, and the chaotic words suddenly rang:

"Yes, my condition is still aggravating, it is still aggravating."

"Why don't you let me call? I want to contact my family and return my phone to me..."

"Can this disease be cured? How to cure..."

Zhang Xiaojun rushed out a few steps, but finally fell to the ground because of his weakness and weakness. He was supported by two patrol personnel. He choked and almost cried. Why is this happening? He just clicked on a website sent by someone else...

At this time, the distance was closer, and he could see more clearly. Through the masks in the protective suits, he saw a young woman among the group of people. He recognized it and couldn't help but shout: "I recognize you, you are the college classmate of Captain Gu! Dr. Wang, Dr. Wang!"

"Yes..." the woman responded, said to him, and said to everyone around him, "I am Wang Ruoxiang."

"Help, Dr. Wang." Zhang Xiaojun immediately begged again. She was Captain Gu's college classmate. She was as outstanding as Captain Gu's college classmate. She might not be able to cure others. She didn't necessarily have to cure her. He came here just by reading the news video and believed Dr. Wang's words... However, now, Dr. Wang was silent as if he hadn't heard it.

Now Zhang Xiaojun doesn’t need to ask, many patients are also restless, why are they silent? How long can they live?

They all trusted her and relied on her before... Is it a scam?

"Actually it's not abnormal brain disorder syndrome at all, right..."

He Mingbiao, who was also looking at the white coat, asked weakly, "It's not just the brain nerves, but the organs and tissues in the body are lesions..."

On the other side, Wang Ruoxiang, who was looked at by the weak eyes around her, still didn't say anything, and the other white coats were silent.

"The causes of your disease are very complicated..." Finally, an older white coat responded, "We have not yet fully understood its cause and pathological mechanism. It is attributed to neurological diseases, because it is likely that it is caused by brain nerve disorders, which leads to other lesions..."

"Ah!" Zhang Xiaojun screamed loudly, and he could hear it. "Is it really impossible to treat? Is it impossible to treat?" His face suddenly turned red, "You are lying to us, you, especially you Dr. Wang, you can't cure at all, you are lying to others!"

He was caught by two patrolmen, but the angrily shouted loudly throughout every corner of the camp. All the patients looked over, their faces flushed, and many people struggled to get up. Something that had been supporting them to endure the pain was broken, and the chaos and restlessness in their hearts seemed to break the dam.

A few old seal stones placed beside the tent lit up red lights. While the patrol team hurriedly set up their formation, they called for support. The patients in this tent might have group mutations... The white coats were also alert, and Wang Ruoxiang was still standing in place in a daze, as if she had lost her soul.

"You have no ability to cure this disease. You want us to die..." Zhang Xiaojun murmured, his face changing strangely, his muscles bulging one after another, and every nerve was pulling, and his heart seemed to crack and overlap, "Speak, talk... Why don't you dare to admit it..."

Suddenly, Wang Ruoxiang said loudly, "Yes!"

She looked around, and although her voice was slightly choked, she still had a persistent force: "Yes... we don't have the ability to cure you directly, there is no one yet. But we just want you to survive. We have been trying our best. We will find a way. We will... we will never give up even if we die."
Chapter completed!