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

Chapter 597 Incinerator

As the saying goes, "A general can talk a good game, but soldiers can run themselves ragged."

In order to advance the Iron Curtain Project, Pei Xianjue ordered the acceptance of refugees, which suddenly put the Second Hospital into an overloaded state.

There are enough beds in the inpatient department. Many wards are not full. If more beds are added and four-person rooms are converted into six-person rooms, more infected people can be accommodated.

However, there is a severe shortage of manpower.

The rate at which the medicine was consumed also increased significantly; Ling Feiran used up an entire box of painkillers in just one morning.

Everyone was incredibly busy; Zhao Xiaolei was cleaning up vomit in the ward with a broom, and Liu Wen was pushing a medical trolley and running down the corridor—

"The patients in beds 31 and 46 need their wounds stitched up! We also need two sets of clean sheets and blankets!"

"Why haven't the painkillers arrived yet? The patient in bed number 5 is in unbearable pain!"

"Who can lend me a hand? Oh my god, I'm exhausted!"

Too busy.

The head nurse asked the colleagues who would be taking over the afternoon shift to arrive two hours early, and Ling Feiran, Zhao Xiaolei, and Liu Wen finally had their lunch.

While eating, Liu Wen's hand holding the chopsticks trembled uncontrollably. She couldn't help but complain, "If I had known the day shift was this busy, I should have chosen the night shift. The nights would definitely be much more relaxed."

Zhao Xiaolei chimed in, "Working day and night like that is really tough! Sigh, there's never a moment of leisure in this kind of work."

Ling Feiran comforted them, "Just hang in there. Once you're transferred to other positions, you won't be so tired."

Liu Wen and Zhao Xiaolei exchanged a helpless glance.

With the Second Inpatient Department suddenly becoming so busy, whether or not a smooth job transfer will be possible is now uncertain.

A colleague rushed into the duty room, "Hey, need a helper? Two patients in room 907 have died. Help me pack their bodies."

“Room 907?” Liu Wen was taken aback. “I just gave the patient in that room a painkiller half an hour ago.”

"That's just how unstable the symptoms are for infected people. Once the genes mutate, the body is prone to sudden death," the colleague replied dismissively.

Zhao Xiaolei hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls of rice, stood up and said, "I'll help you with the food."

The two went out one after the other. As they walked, the colleague said, "Our floor is considered pretty good. A lot of people died upstairs today, and the smoke from the incinerator has never gone out."

For some reason, Liu Wen suddenly put down the lunchbox, turned around, and rushed to the restroom!

Ling Feiran was startled, and then heard a violent vomiting sound coming from the bathroom!

She picked up a thermos filled with warm water, ran into the bathroom, and saw Liu Wen turn on the tap to rinse off the vomit, standing trembling in front of the sink, tears streaming down her face.

"Drink some water and calm down." Ling Feiran handed over the thermos and gently patted Liu Wen's back.

Liu Wen drank a few sips of water with tears in her eyes, her body still trembling violently.

She looked up at Ling Feiran and said bitterly, "I can't hold on much longer... When I heard that two patients had died, my first reaction was actually to breathe a sigh of relief... I feel so terrible about myself... If this continues, will I wish for all the infected patients in the ward to die? If all the infected people died, I wouldn't have to work so hard... I feel disgusted with myself..."

"It's okay," Ling Feiran gently patted her back. "I sometimes have some dark thoughts too. After all, none of us are saints. Go back to the dorm and rest. Don't push yourself too hard."

Liu Wen silently shed tears, and after a moment whispered, "Maybe coming to the quarantine zone was a mistake. I'm not as great as I thought I was. I want to go home so much..."

Ling Feiran felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this, and gently hugged her, comforting her, "Being able to come to the quarantine zone already puts you ahead of many others, and your family will be proud of you."

Zhao Xiaolei's voice came from outside: "Someone come quickly and take the body to the incinerator! We can't spare anyone here!" Perhaps Ling Feiran's words cheered Liu Wen up a little. She sniffed and ran out, replying, "I'll go."

Ling Feiran followed her out, saying, "I'll go with you."

The two bodies had been placed in body bags and laid flat on a wheeled stretcher. Zhao Xiaolei and his colleagues had to disinfect the bed immediately and take care of the patients, while Ling Feiran and Liu Wen pushed the bodies to the incinerator.

There is no morgue in the inpatient department. Once an infected person is diagnosed with death, they will be immediately sent to be incinerated to prevent the body from releasing infectious agents during decomposition and worsening the air quality in the isolation area.

Today, there were many infected patients being transported to the inpatient department, and there weren't enough vehicles. The transport team sent several more vehicles to help.

As soon as Ling Feiran came downstairs, she saw Zhang Lu and waved to him happily: "Zhang Lu!"

Zhang Lu opened the back door and helped them lift the stretcher, sighing, "Are you guys incredibly busy today? This is already my seventh trip to the incinerator."

Ling Feiran sighed softly: "Alas, the condition of many infected people is not optimistic. They were just hanging on by a thread when they were living here. Today, with insufficient manpower, the rate at which these infected people are deteriorating is even faster."

Zhang Lu started the car and sighed, "It's really not easy to live..."

He drove towards the incinerator.

The incineration plant is not far from the second inpatient ward; it only takes a few minutes to drive there.

Ling Feiran and Liu Wen pushed the body into the incinerator. The staff there verified the body's identity, examined it, and then removed it, leaving two empty stretcher beds.

Liu Wen couldn't help but shed tears, and Ling Feiran also felt very sad.

Mogu is not a stable country. Refugees who escape from there have most likely had a very difficult first half of their lives. They struggle to survive in this world, and even though they have done nothing wrong, they can only end up in a miserable state, turning into ashes and smoke.

What is the meaning of life? What is the purpose of human existence?
Ling Feiran dared not think about it too much, for fear that she would fall into endless nothingness.

As she was leaving, Ling Feiran saw the young nurse she had bumped into in the elevator earlier; she was squatting by the roadside crying.

Ling Feiran took out a pack of tissues and handed it to her, saying softly, "Let's go, it's time to go back to the inpatient department."

The nurse stood up, wiping away tears, and choked out, "Marie is dead."

Ling Feiran was stunned.

The image of the little girl appeared in my mind. Although she didn't look very pretty because of the swelling on her forehead, her voice was clear and crisp, her steps were lively, and the way she shook her head with two little braids was adorable.

Yesterday it would playfully make faces at itself, but today it was pushed into the incinerator.

An indescribable emotion, like a black tide, surged up and soaked into Ling Feiran's heart.

She thought the head nurse was right—don't know other people's names, don't know other people's stories, otherwise, in the vast sea of ​​people, that person will become special to you.

Back at the Second Inpatient Department, Ling Feiran was stopped by Zhang Lu as she got out of the car.

"Feifei..." Zhang Lu hesitated, then said awkwardly, "Do you want to... apply for a transfer and leave this job?"

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" Ling Feiran asked, puzzled.

Zhang Lu glanced at the inpatient building with a complicated expression. "I can't really explain it, but I just feel... no matter how hard you try to take care of those people, it won't change anything. If you don't see results from your work, it will become very despairing over time, right?"

Ling Feiran thought for a moment, then gently shook her head, "I don't want to be transferred; I want to continue working here."

Here's a quick update from yesterday~ (I'm adjusting my sleep schedule lately, so if I don't update before midnight, don't wait up, I'll make it up the next day.)