Who Told Him To Cultivate Immortality!

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   May 27th, overcast.

  I went to the hospital for an examination, and the dean said that I had a cold but needed hospital treatment. Out of responsibility for my body, I accepted the dean's proposal.

   This stay lasted for half a month. During the half month, the hospital cut off the network and electricity, and I lost the communication channels with the outside world. I had to stay in the ward and could not go anywhere.

   Fortunately, water and food are provided to me every day.

  I asked several times to go outside for a walk, but the dean refused my request on the grounds that my cold was still not healed and that going out would infect others.

   It's weird, it's really weird.

  I thought there must be something wrong with it, and felt uneasy, so I sneaked out of the hospital while the dean and nurses were not paying attention.

  In the process of sneaking out, I found that there were surprisingly few people in the hospital, which was quite different from what I had imagined.

  Forget about these things, go out and have a look.

  Walking out of the gate of the hospital, I found that the world outside the hospital was devastated, and people in ragged clothes were shaking not far away. I walked up curiously to check the situation, and found that they were not people at all, but zombies!

  I turned around and wanted to return to the hospital, but the way back was blocked by zombies, so I had to find another way out.

   Now I am hiding in an abandoned building, and no zombies have found me yet, but the footsteps upstairs and the rustling outside the door make me uneasy.

  Hope you can spend tonight safely.

  Ask for a day off.

  (end of this chapter)