Volume One, Chapter Eight: Terror in the Hospital
“There it is!”
The motor of the small boat was throttled down to a whisper, gliding forward like a ghost. Li Hexuan steadied the vessel and gave Zhang Nan a subtle signal before climbing the slick wall with ease, quickly pulling himself inside. The room was empty; only after half his body was inside did he pull Zhang Nan up as well.
Inside the hospital was even darker than outside. The stench of disinfectant, blood, and mold mingled together, making one’s head throb. The corridors were in utter disarray—beds overturned, belongings scattered, and unidentifiable filth littered the floor. From afar came faint sobbing, interspersed with broken shouts. The place was already eerie, but now it carried an even more sinister air.
“Damn this hellhole,” Zhang Nan muttered, his voice barely audible. “More disgusting than those fish monsters outside.”
“Hospitals in the apocalypse always look like this,” Li Hexuan said evenly, his eyes slicing the shadows like blades.
He had seen far worse in his past life.
The two crouched low, feeling their way up the stairs toward the fifth floor and above—where the water wouldn’t reach.
Just as they reached the stairwell on the fifth floor, a sudden outburst erupted from a nearby ward.
A man’s voice, sharp and grating, cut through the silence: “Cry all you want! Still got the nerve to cry! Where’s the food? Hand it over now! Or don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
Following were the cries of several women and some faint protests.
“Director, that’s all we managed to save… Xiao Lan still has a fever, she needs to eat…” a young woman’s voice pleaded, trembling with tears but full of defiance.
“Slap!”
A crisp smack echoed.
“You shameless bitch! How dare you talk back to me!” the director barked like a rabid dog. “I have to look out for myself first! You women deserve to starve!”
Inside the ward, a greasy, balding middle-aged man—the hospital director—was pointing aggressively at a group of cowering nurses in the corner. The young nurse who had been struck covered her face, tears brimming in her eyes, yet stubbornly spread her arms to shield a younger, trembling intern behind her.
“Director, you can’t do this! That’s everyone’s lifeline!” her voice cracked as she spoke again, shaking with a mix of anger and helplessness.
Li Hexuan’s heart clenched sharply at the tearful yet unyielding female voice.
Why did it sound so familiar?
He furrowed his brow and signaled Zhang Nan to stay silent. The two pressed close to the wall and peered through the door crack.
The director raised his hand again, about to strike the young nurse who was shielding the others.
A flash of cold fury sparked in Li Hexuan’s eyes.
Suicide!
He swiftly gave Zhang Nan a signal, voice barely above a whisper: “Nanzi, see that flooded electrical panel downstairs near the stairwell? Use that.”
He pulled out a short insulated wire from his waist and pointed at the battery strapped to his back.
“Shock it. The louder the better. Stir up the water!”
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