It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 592 Flute Sound
Ling Feiran looked at the cleaned corner and was momentarily dazed. She had just felt very lucky, but she never expected to be assigned to the floor where the incident had occurred.

The nurse added, "Don't listen to those rumors outside. We checked the surveillance footage immediately after the incident. Although this is a blind spot for the cameras, there are cameras on both sides of the main road. We didn't find any suspicious people approaching. Wenyi's death was an accident."

"Wen Yi is... the deceased's name?" Ling Feiran asked tentatively.

The nurse didn't hide anything and nodded calmly, "Yes, she used to work on the ninth floor."

Ling Feiran was stunned upon hearing this, and couldn't help but wonder if the reason she was sent here was to fill the vacancy left by the pregnant woman's death.

"There are six volunteers on the ninth floor, working in 8-hour shifts. You will meet your colleague in a little while, and the other two will be there when you hand over your shift in the afternoon. The shift order may be adjusted sometimes because of frequent staff changes. Most volunteers will apply for a transfer after working seven days, so there will be occasional overtime. But don't worry, there is an extra allowance for overtime."

The nurse explained the layout of the place as she walked, and at the end of the path was the nurses' duty room.

The duty room was a suite with a changing room and a washroom. Ling Feiran peeked inside and saw two folding beds behind a curtain, presumably for colleagues on the night shift.

"Please sit here." The nurse led her to a desk with four monitors integrated into one unit, displaying real-time surveillance footage from various locations on the ninth floor, including the twelve wards, the two corridors on the left and right, and the surveillance footage inside the duty room.

"I already taught you how to operate the computer during the training. You've also learned the procedures for picking up and changing medications. Today is your first day on the job, so give it a try. If you encounter any situations that you don't know how to handle, call me. There are the phone numbers of each supervisor on the table."

After saying this, the nurse left cleanly and efficiently without exchanging any further pleasantries with Ling Feiran.

Ling Feiran was the only one left in the duty room.

When she first arrived, she felt a little lost. She sat in front of the monitor and forced herself to focus on observing the patients in the video, gradually getting into work mode.

The wards are all four-person rooms, some are full and some are not. In the video, you can see a man and a woman in nurses' uniforms working in the ward.

There is no cure for the infected, so the second ward has no doctors, only nurses.

Calling them nurses wouldn't be accurate; they were more like handymen, doing almost everything except treating patients, such as cleaning wounds, changing dressings, making beds, and delivering water.

Fortunately, the degree of physical deformity among the infected people on the ninth floor is not severe, and they can at least take care of themselves in daily life.

Ling Feiran stayed in the duty room for a while, and then the two nurses she had just seen in the video returned to the duty room.

The male nurse was named Zhao Xiaolei, and the female nurse was named Liu Wen. Both of them were very kind and took the initiative to talk to Ling Feiran about the things that needed to be paid attention to when working here. For example, the elderly man in bed 2 had localized scaly skin, so they needed to find another place to insert the IV needle; the woman in bed 17 had a drug resistance to analgesics, so they needed to increase the dosage when administering the medication, and so on.

Through conversations with the two people, Ling Feiran finally understood why she was able to become the group leader right away.

The reason is that the staff turnover here is too high. These two nurses have already applied for a transfer and will work for three more days before being transferred to other departments.

Ling Feiran was puzzled and asked Zhao Xiaolei and Liu Wen, "If everyone applies for a transfer, won't the second ward always be short-staffed? Does the isolation ward have any corresponding measures for this?" Zhao Xiaolei explained with a smile, "You'll find out later. Even if we don't apply for a transfer, we'll be transferred to the emergency rescue department or the first ward, which need more manpower. The second ward is actually a place for end-of-life care. Everyone living here is waiting to die, so the isolation ward won't invest too much manpower and resources here."

Liu Wen also advised Ling Feiran: "You should apply for a transfer after working for a few days. Don't feel guilty. During the training, our supervisor said that although the work is important, the mental health of volunteers is equally important. For people like us who hold cards, mental health is directly related to the stability of the pollution value, so please don't force yourself."

To be honest, what these two people said was a bit like a bucket of cold water for Ling Feiran, because she was trying to cheer herself up through her new job.

However, she knew that the other party had suggested a job transfer out of kindness, so she still thanked them sincerely.

We had only been chatting for a few minutes when a piercing scream rang out from outside!

The scream was so sudden that Ling Feiran was startled. Before she could recover, the scream turned into a frenzied roar, accompanied by the sound of her head hitting the wall repeatedly!
Zhao Xiaolei and Liu Wen looked numb, as if it were commonplace.

“Don’t worry, they are patients upstairs,” Liu Wen explained calmly. “The infected people on the 10th and 11th floors have more severe symptoms. Most of them have lost their minds and cry out for a long time every day. Frankly speaking, I don’t think it’s necessary to let them live such a painful life. Euthanasia would be a relief for them. However, the country is now refusing to adopt the euthanasia proposal out of humanitarian considerations.”

The shouting from upstairs made Ling Feiran's heart pound. She couldn't help but ask, "But the news said... that the quarantine area is housing a large number of infected people and that they are actively looking for treatment methods."

Zhao Xiaolei smiled dismissively, “We are looking for a treatment. It may take ten years, twenty years, or thirty years. Who knows? Anyway, these infected people won’t live to see that time. Since I came to the quarantine area, I have seen double-digit numbers of infected people die suddenly.”

Liu Wen sighed listlessly and said in a low voice, "So this place is really not suitable for staying for long. No matter how carefully you take care of them, you will never see them recover. You can only watch helplessly as their symptoms gradually worsen and deteriorate, and then they move upstairs and become irrational monsters. I really can't take it anymore. If I continue like this, I will become depressed."

Zhao Xiaolei raised his hand and gently patted her shoulder, comforting her, "Take good care of everyone in these last few days before you are transferred. We have done our best and have a clear conscience."

The atmosphere became somewhat heavy, and Ling Feiran didn't know what to say.

On her first day here, she hadn't yet experienced the heaviness and oppression of the place firsthand, so anything she said seemed frivolous.

The roars outside gradually weakened, replaced by a melodious flute tune.

"Someone is playing the flute?" Ling Feiran was pleasantly surprised. She thought the flute music was particularly beautiful last night, but she didn't expect that the person playing the flute was in the second inpatient department.

“Oh, it’s Amir playing the flute. He lives downstairs,” Liu Wen said. “His card is that of a musician. He plays many instruments, and his music has a calming effect, bringing peace to people’s minds.”

Ling Feiran said in surprise, "I didn't know there were foreign volunteers here."

Liu Wen smiled and said, "Amir is not a volunteer. He is an infected person who escaped from Mogu. He was lucky enough to pick up a card on the way and his infection symptoms were brought under control."

(End of this chapter)