Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 16: Sleepless Night (Part )

In the terminal, many passengers were talking, like a swarm of flies, buzzing non-stop.

Restless and nervous.

There was a flurry of footsteps in the darkness, the discussions quickly died down, and everyone looked at the entrance anxiously.

Soon, a group of American soldiers rushed out of the darkness and hurriedly carried several people in protective suits who were shot into the hall, with blood flowing all the way.

A sergeant yelled: "Doctor, doctor——"

The military doctor who received the news rushed over and immediately began to check: "Operating Room No. 1... Operating Room No. 2... There's no hope... Operating Room No. 3... Major!"

"I'm here!"

The military doctor walked quickly towards the plastic tent: "There are too many wounded and we are short-staffed. We need the doctors and nurses from the municipal hospital to help!"

"Are you sure?" the major said with a stern look. "They could get sick at any moment!"

The military doctor paused for a moment, then immediately returned to normal: "I know, but the wounded will surely die without anyone to save them. Rather than waiting for death, we might as well take a chance and give it a try."

The major was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I understand. Rescue them as soon as possible, and leave the rest to me!"

"Understood!" The military doctor hurried into the tent.

The major walked towards the crowd with a sullen face: "Is there a doctor? Is there a nurse? Is there an anesthesiologist?"

"I am a doctor!"

“I’m a nurse!”

Several passengers immediately stood up, and the major nodded and said, "Thank you very much for your assistance... Sergeant William!"

"Sir!"

"Get them ready, quickly!"

"Yes sir!"

Seven or eight people followed Sergeant William into the isolation area, but there was still a shortage of manpower.

There were quite a few medical personnel among the passengers, but none of them were surgeons, as different professions are like different worlds.

The major's expression became even gloomier. Even though he was reluctant, he had no choice but to seek help from the municipal hospital and selected several doctors who looked completely normal to join the rescue.

Through the plastic film, you can vaguely see the busy figures of medical staff.

The major stood outside the operating room for a moment with a sullen face, then suddenly shouted, "Sergeant William, get my boys moving! I need six combat teams!"

"Yes sir!"

The order was quickly passed down and teams of protective suits were quickly assembled.

The major stood in front of the assembled troops and pointed a large hand into the darkness. "Clear all nearby militants who dare to resist... Let's go!"

The fully armed American soldiers set off immediately, and their upright figures quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The retaliation began.

Not long after, intensive gunfire and explosions were heard outside the terminal. Not only that, a number of combat drones were released into the airport, which could not only search for enemies but also eliminate hidden militants at specific locations.

Ou Yang couldn't help but have a thought: Could the drone be produced by the University of Tokyo again?
But he was just thinking about it. Given Lao Mi's character, unless he was unaware of it, it would be impossible for him to use even an ordinary part in their military equipment.

As the clearing operation progressed, Ou Yang's frayed nerves gradually relaxed. Honestly, as a Chinese, he never felt intimidated by American soldiers. After all, when China first stood up, it dared to confront the Americans head-on. Now, it's gone from catching up to surpassing them. He wasn't afraid at all.

But although they are not afraid of returning, they dare not underestimate the strength of the American soldiers.

Apart from the 1V17 record, Lao Mi rarely loses. Isn't it easy for him to deal with a few militants?

As the night deepened, Ou Yang gradually got used to the sounds of gunfire and explosions. Sleepiness crept into his heart, and his eyelids kept fighting each other.

Half asleep and half awake, a scream pierced the hall: "Stop—"

Ou Yang suddenly woke up, just in time to see several figures fighting in the translucent operating room. One of the doctors moved incredibly fast, stabbing repeatedly with a short scalpel at an extremely fast speed, first left and then right.

A doctor and two nurses were stabbed one after another and fell down.

Blood splattered.

The American soldiers nearby rushed in immediately, but were weighed down by the bulky protective suits and arrived too late.

Just as the crazy doctor was about to take action, the American soldiers shot him dead with two shots.

What you fear will come true. The hall was filled with silence.

A little later, several bodies were carried out of the operating room. The soldier who was supposed to undergo the operation was naked. There was a huge wound from the chest to the abdomen, exposing the entire chest cavity and abdomen.

Witnessing this scene, the major who rushed over started cursing loudly, his voice shaking the roof tiles.

The protective suits put the bodies into body bags and hurriedly transported them out of the terminal.

Uncle Hu’s eyesight was not good, he stretched his neck to look for a long time but could not figure out what was going on: “How did someone get killed?
Zhu Yiming kindly explained: "It seems that the doctor fell ill halfway through the operation."

"Wow!" Uncle Hu's eyes widened. "Oh my god! You can't just go to the doctor casually from now on. You have to be more careful during surgery. What if you run into a sick patient and they slash you with a scalpel like a butcher? Wouldn't your life be over in an instant?"

These few words made everyone feel uneasy and almost left with psychological trauma.

"Did he mistake surgery for dissection?" Ou Yang said.

He is not a medical professional, but he knows that the smaller the incision, the better for recovery, so he always tries to make it as small as possible.

This idea was affirmed by He Qianqian.

The major on the other side was extremely sad and angry, and regretted his decision to the core.

He knew clearly that the doctors at the municipal hospital were unreliable, so why was he so blinded by greed that he insisted on letting them rescue the wounded?
Now, the wounded who could have been saved died on the operating table, and were killed by the doctors. What is going on?
Although the suggestion was made by the military doctor, he was the one who made the decision and must be held responsible for the soldier's death!
If the military doctor was not still rescuing the wounded, he would have rushed in and beaten the military doctor severely.

The major finally managed to control his emotions and ordered the soldiers to strictly monitor the remaining medical staff and never allow similar situations to occur.

It was already midnight, and the gunfire outside gradually became sparse. Just when everyone thought that the retaliation was about to come to an end, the airport suffered a new attack, and on a larger scale.

Uncle Hu said nothing and dragged Ou Yang and Zhu Yiming aside, refusing to let them get any closer to the window. "Bullets don't have eyes, so take it easy!"

The fierce battle lasted only a few minutes, but sporadic exchanges of fire continued for more than an hour, giving people the illusion that they were deep in the war zone instead of in the United States.

No one knows how many militants are hiding in the darkness, and the US military cannot abandon its defense line and pursue them in depth. The most it can do is send drones to attack and deter them.

From midnight until dawn, the US military repelled six rounds of attacks and killed more than 100 militants.

Everyone was in a state of anxiety all night, but with the arrival of dawn, their chaotic thoughts finally settled down. Ouyang, who had been worried all night, finally breathed a sigh of relief. The tiredness and fatigue accumulated throughout the day burst out at once, and he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)