Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 19 Treatment Improvement
After learning that the airport was not a refuge, and the military repeatedly emphasized that the airport could be attacked by militants at any time, some Americans left without hesitation; others hesitated and were unable to make a decision, and ultimately less than one-fifth of the total number decided to stay.

They used the abandoned vehicles outside the terminal to set up camp. Some lived directly in the cars, while others set up tents between the cars. It was a busy scene.

The distance to Area C is only a few dozen meters.

Many doors and windows separating the inside and outside were broken. Many old Americans gathered at the edge of Area C to look around. Ou Yang and others had nothing to do, so they also moved over to join in the fun.

A curly-haired man in his early twenties glanced at the nearby protective gear and suddenly shouted outside: "Hey, is there anyone in the Knight area? Is there anyone living in the Knight area--"

The hoarse shouting spread, and everyone looked over at the same time, including the people in protective suits nearby.

Finding that the protective suit did not stop him, Curly became even more excited, cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted again.

Lao Mi outside heard the shouting and exchanged a few words with each other. Finally, a bald middle-aged fat man stood up and asked, "What do you want?"

Curly shouted anxiously, "I live at 138 Knight Street. Does anyone know what's going on at home?"

The bald man turned around and asked a few questions, then turned back and shrugged: "Sorry, no one has been there!"

Curly was disappointed and frustrated. He thanked her and walked away worriedly.

The others were reminded by Curly, and someone immediately stood up and shouted, hoping to know the situation in their own home.

One after another, continuously.

Everyone was trapped at the airport, cut off from the outside world. Everyone was eager to know the situation at home, but most people only heard an apology in the end, and only three or five people received a few vague responses.

For example, a gunfight broke out in the House district, and I heard that many people were affected; an explosion occurred in the Vic district, and the specific circumstances are unclear; a fire broke out in the Lakeside district, burning down many houses, etc.

There is not a single piece of good news.

Some are disappointed, some are crying, and some are devastated.

Some of the old Americans who wanted to participate in the inquiry couldn't help but back off.

The military couldn't let them go. What could they do after hearing the bad news from home, which was unconfirmed?

For a moment, there were constant roars inside and outside the terminal, and all kinds of human life were in sight.

Ou Yang couldn't explain how he felt, but he instinctively felt that the military would not let it go.

As expected, after a while, a group of people in protective suits sealed the broken doors and windows with plastic film, isolating the communication between the inside and the outside.

Now I can’t yell even if I want to.

For Lao Mi, a simple ban is useless. Only physical isolation is the most effective means.

Ou Yang accidentally heard that the protective suit called the outside area E. He was a little confused. Why was it E instead of D?

The military not only provided water and food to Area E, but also immediately moved to Area E after completing the work in Area C, recording the situation of each person in detail.

Some people were willing to cooperate, but more people explicitly refused and even left District E and returned to the city.

The military neither forced nor intercepted, allowing Zone E to come and go freely.

Over the following period, many Americans arrived one after another, but only a few decided to stay. Many of them heard that the airport provided food and water, so they arrived at the right time, ate everything, and left immediately.

This is a bit confusing.

One group is isolated, two groups are isolated. It seems unnecessary to make such a clear distinction, but if you think about it carefully, every arrangement made by the military is not without purpose. So what is their purpose? "What else can it be? Using everyone as experimental subjects!" Uncle Hu said clearly, "The introduction is to calculate the probability of infection!"

"No way?" Brother Zhang retorted instinctively, "No matter how cruel Lao Mi is, he wouldn't be so inhumane, right?"

"Inhumane?" Uncle Hu snorted disdainfully. "Think about it carefully!"

His eyes were meaningful and wise.

But everyone felt that the situation shouldn't be that bad.

At this time, Councillor Norn came out to show his presence again, believing that the military should not be distracted by trivial matters. He suggested selecting some people from the passengers to serve as a bridge of communication between the inside and the outside, but the military rejected it without hesitation.

The military has cut off communication inside and outside the terminal. How could they allow quarantined personnel to contact the outside world?
Ou Yang felt that the old congressman had never thought about contacting the outside world from the beginning, but was testing the attitude of the military.

It was noon in the blink of an eye. Thinking of what he had eaten in the morning, Ou Yang looked conflicted.

However, lunch was no longer crumbly biscuits and weird sugar water, but emergency food in a pink bag for each person.

Not only is the calorie content sufficient, but the variety is also richer. However, the taste is still too sweet. Even little girls who like sweets can't stand it. For people like Ou Yang who don't like sweets, it's simply torture.

If you continue to eat like this, you will get diabetes.

There is no way. Chinese people are not used to white people's food, let alone this emergency food with a very American characteristic.

In the afternoon, the rain that had been brewing for a whole morning did not fall after all. The sun shone on the ground through the dispersed dark clouds, dispelling the dampness and coldness that had been lingering for a long time.

A group of people in protective suits cordoned off an open space on the tarmac the size of a football field, then opened the passage and announced that everyone in Area C could go outside for an hour.

Lao Mi cheered and jumped for joy, while Uncle Hu blew his beard and glared at him: "What the hell? Is Jie Bu Zou the same as spreading rumors? What do you think we are? Prisoners of forced labor?"

"Our treatment may not even be comparable to that of American labor camp prisoners!" Brother Zhang joked as he walked out with the crowd.

Uncle Hu said he was disgusted, but his body was honest and he followed him out.

The moment he stepped through the exit, a cool breeze blew towards him. Ou Yang closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The pressure on his body was relieved and he felt like he was alive again.

Standing on the tarmac again, everything that happened yesterday seemed like a lifetime ago.

The apron that was originally full of planes was now divided into several sections by the military. The planes and various vehicles belonging to the airport were all concentrated in one corner of the airport. Half of the empty ground was used to store supplies and the other half was used to build tents.

The wreckage on the runway has been cleared away, and there is no sign that two planes exploded there yesterday. The bodies have been cleared away completely, leaving only the remaining bloodstains, a silent reminder to everyone of what had happened here.

It's like a nightmare.

Suddenly, a low roar was heard in the air, and a group of transport planes landed one after another, and the tail door slowly opened.

Everyone is already very familiar with this scene, but this time, what comes out of the plane are no longer various supplies, but eight-wheeled Stryker armored vehicles and fully armed American soldiers.

The front of the car is round and blunt, and the muzzle is ferocious.

Soon, the open space was filled with armored vehicles. There were more than fifty of them in total.

They were divided into eight teams, each consisting of six to eight vehicles.

The troops assembled quickly. After the officer's speech, the soldiers climbed onto the tanks in teams. Then, they rumbled out of the airport and disappeared from sight in a short while.

(End of this chapter)