Inside the temporary ward, Auntie Yang’s child had just been admitted. The same middle-aged woman sat on the neighboring bed, her eyes blazing with anger as she glared at Auntie Yang and her child.
"Excuse me! When will my son be treated?" she demanded, her voice sharp and impatient.
The medic, trying to stay calm, replied, "We’re prioritizing based on urgency, Ma’am. This child’s temperature is higher than your son’s. I assure you, we’ll check on your son after this."
Despite the additional medics, the hospital still faced a severe imbalance in staff-to-patient ratios. Everyone was doing their best, but it was clearly not enough.
"Prioritize based on urgency? Is unconscious not urgent enough?" the woman barked, her voice echoing through the ward. "Excuse me, but I need to know why my son hasn’t been seen yet!"
The exhausted medics paused, startled by the woman’s livid face. She was relentless, her eyes narrowed in fury.
"Ma’am, please sit down. The other medics are still attending to patients based on the severity of their conditions—"
"Severity?" the woman scoffed, "I’m sure that child will be fine! Their immune system is stronger than an adult’s! Look at my son first!"
Auntie Yang remained calm. She understood that the woman was only concerned for her child.
The Cang family and Zhang Xin were also in the room, patiently waiting. Their heads throbbed from the middle-aged woman’s incessant shouting.
Cang Rou, unable to tolerate the tension, turned toward the woman and gasped in surprise. "Hey... hey, your son is awake!"
The middle-aged woman whipped around, her eyes widening in disbelief. When she saw her son regaining consciousness, a radiant smile spread across her face, and she rushed to hug him. But instead of embracing her, the man lunged at her, scratched her arms.
"Ahh!" she screamed.
The entire ward froze in shock.
It wasn’t just her son. One by one, the other patients began to wake, their eyes glazed and wild, and they attacked the nearest person.
A man burst into the room, his face contorted in terror, screaming as he ran. "They’re all... they’re all attacking people!"
Zhang Xin quickly helped restrain Cang Zhou and Cang Min, who were trying to bite the two women of the Cang family.
Auntie Yang’s face crumbled when she saw her own child, Dan Dan, struggling to hurt her.
(Author’s Note: Not a zombie.)
As chaos erupted inside the ward, the hospital’s patients flooded out in a panic, only to find themselves trapped by the heavy hailstorm outside. Their faces drained of color as they realized there was no escape.
....
Meanwhile, in the underground bunker, the largest goat, a black-and-white male, turned toward Zhang Heng.
Its once-soft brown eyes were now bloodshot, glowing with an eerie crimson under the harsh lights. Thick drool hung from its mouth, dripping onto the floor as it snarled, its teeth bared.
"Everyone, stay back!" Xiao Hei shouted, holding his hand up to keep the workers from approaching the goat.
Workers scrambled to the exit as Zhang Heng steeped closer to the pen, his sharp eyes scanning the animals for further signs of abnormality. The other goats’ bodies trembled, their muscles building unnaturally, as if they were on the verge of bursting from within.
Their breath came in ragged gasps, fogging up the reinforced glass with every exhale.
Before they could retreat far enough, one of the goats let out a bloodcurdling scream and reared back.
Before Xiao Hei could issue another command, the goat charged at the glass barrier, slamming into it with such force that the floor trembled.
The other animals followed, moving wild and frenzy.
But the goats weren’t far behind. Their hooves stomped the ground as they charged, their vicious bleats echoing through the air. freewёbnoνel.com
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