The doctor comes quickly, but when entering the negative pressure ward, even the doctor has to go through the necessary disinfection procedures in the passage.

Just as he was waiting for the doctor to enter the operating room, Qiao Lingxiang, who was standing behind Xu Shan, listened anxiously to the little nurse talking to Xu Shan.

I took a look at the computer in the operation room again. On the computer screen was the surveillance of Zhao Dalong's ward.

At this time, Zhao Dalong was lying on the hospital bed in a depressed state, looking like he was not angry.

Qiao Lingxiang hurriedly looked through Zhao Dalong's medical records in her hand, and asked another young nurse politely.

"Sister, can you show me the other two medical records?"

Because Qiao Lingxiang's identity is a medical student sent from the Central Hospital, she came specifically to understand this zombie virus, so it is nothing strange for her to ask for these things.

The nurse who was asked nodded and said:

"These medical records are all kept at the nurse's station. I will go out to rest later and bring them to you when I come to change shifts in the evening."

"OK."

Qiao Lingxiang nodded and continued to read the medical records about Zhao Dalong in her hands.

Hearing Xu Shan in his ears, he said worriedly:

"The body temperature is too abnormal, he looks very uncomfortable, I'll go in and take a look first."

I couldn't wait for the doctor to come in. Xu Shan has been a nurse for so many years. Not to mention treating difficult and complicated diseases, she may be more careful than a serious medical student.

Qiao Lingxiang hurriedly followed Xu Shan, and the two opened the thick ward door behind the operating room.

As soon as the door opened, a sound that seemed to be deflated was heard.

Zhao Dalong was lying in this small ward with no windows, but the air here was very fresh and had the smell of disinfectant.

His cheeks flushed, and his whole body looked depressed. He lay on the narrow hospital bed, lifted his eyelids and looked at Xu Shan and Qiao Lingxiang who entered the door.

The two men were wrapped in layers of protective clothing, with several layers of goggles and masks on their faces.

Zhao Dalong's vision was a little blurred, and he couldn't tell who was who.

"Sir Zhao, how do you feel now?"

Xu Shan stood beside Zhao Dalong's bed, looked at his flushed face, and asked worriedly.

Zhao Dalong said "um" in his mouth. He had a high fever of 41 degrees and could still maintain a clear consciousness. It was quite good. He spoke and asked:

"Am I almost turned into a zombie?"

Xu Shan looked at Zhao Dalong's mental state and comforted him:

"No, how is it possible? You are in such a good mental state. Keep your physical strength and work hard to defeat the constantly mutated viruses in your body. Don't think about anything else, we are there."

"But I think I don't have the energy anymore. Oh, just die if I die, and I'm tired even if I live."

Zhao Dalong lay down weakly. At this time, it is really easy for people to give up, especially the millions of people in Xiangcheng, who were so unlucky that he was bitten by Cheng Tian.

It is inevitable that he is a little bit like he thinks that God is about to perish him.

"I will go back and ask the doctor to give you some nutritional injections. If you feel any discomfort, I will tell us that I will ask the doctor to give you the right medicine."

Xu Shan said helplessly that Zhao Dalong's ever-infected mutant virus has no special medicine to treat. Now it depends entirely on Zhao Dalong's own body to fight against this ever-increasing mutant virus.

He comforted Zhao Dalong again and said:

"Don't give up this easily. Our two colleagues were bitten by zombies before. Now they are all fine. They have been transferred to the dangerous area. Chief Zhao, you are so strong, you will definitely be fine."

Zhao Dalong pulled the corner of his mouth and wanted to give Xu Shan a smile, but even this expression was like crying.

He said:

"Find a rope and tie me up. I'm afraid I'm the same as your zombie No. 1. You are rescuing me. I suddenly sat up and bit you. How bad it would damage my image. My son would be disappointed."

"What are you saying?"

Xu Shan's throat was sore when Zhao Dalong said that, she turned around and said:

"I'll get you a thermometer and then see where the doctor is."

He looked at Qiao Lingxiang again, pointed and said:

"Don't do anything, stand a little further, just be here, talk to Chief Zhao."

"good."

Qiao Lingxiang lowered her head and responded, giving her body that was fat.

When Xu Shan went out, she moved a stool, turned her back to the camera in the corner of the ceiling, and sat at Zhao Dalong's hand, watching him look listless due to a fever.

The bite on his face was not very serious. He had been treated, but now he was hot all over and looked very uncomfortable because he was infected by the constantly mutated virus.

Therefore, Zhao Dalong had no strength to talk to Qiao Lingxiang.

He closed his eyes slightly and thought to himself that when the head nurse came back, he wanted to borrow a phone number and call his son.

He wanted to tell his son that in a while, he asked the nurse to tie him up. Even if his father turned into a zombie, he was still a good person and had never hurt an innocent person.

I also felt that there was a cool touch in my palm, which made his entire scorching palm feel as if it was soaked in cold water, which was very comfortable.

Zhao Dalong opened his eyes slightly, and when he turned his head, he saw the surprisingly fat new nurse sitting next to him, holding his hand... She didn't know when she took off her protective gloves and held his hand.

“It will be infected.”

He spoke, and he didn't have much strength to remind the fat nurse, and felt the chill in his hand flowing down his arms and into his whole body.

Zhao Dalong had some energy and said:

"Girl, put on the gloves, it will be infected."

"Okay, I'll wear it in a while."

Qiao Lingxiang answered Zhao Dalong and desperately instilled energy into his body. She could clearly feel that her supernatural energy was replenishing Zhao Dalong's energy.

His body was exhausted very quickly because it wanted to fight against the constantly mutated virus, the so-called "zombie virus".

This physical consumption speed is very dangerous for humans. Simply taking nutritional injections cannot meet the physical consumption needs.

About this time, Qiao Lingxiang knew very clearly that she had spent about 8 kilograms of fat to replenish Zhao Dalong's physical strength consumed by the virus in her body.

That's right, 8 kilograms.

Looking at Zhao Dalong again, although his face was still flushed, his eyes were staring at Qiao Lingxiang, staring at her energetic and asked:

"What did you do?"

Qiao Lingxiang was about to answer when the door behind her heard the sound of deflated breathing again. She hurriedly put on the protective gloves she took off. She lowered her voice and said:
Chapter completed!