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Chapter 35 Temporary Isolation

The commotion in the dormitory building was quickly quelled. To ensure the safety of the other survivors, all survivors on this floor were moved to the 32nd floor, the top floor. Previously, the doors and windows of each ward had been reinforced, and even the emergency exit doors had been replaced with blast-proof doors, all as a precaution for isolation. Unexpectedly, it was put to use so soon.

Besides the original residents of that floor, Qin Yuan, Lin Yun, and Lu Yuan, who love to join in the fun, were also arranged to come over. Everyone was outside the room involved in the incident at the time, and unlike the 0419 five-person rescue team and the protection team, they did not bring oxygen machines, so they were all temporarily isolated.

Because only one floor was designated as an isolation floor, and there were quite a few onlookers, Qin Yuan, Lin Yun, Lu Yuan, and the other three were assigned to the same ward.

As soon as the door was closed, Qin Yuan and Lin Yun pulled out paper and pens from somewhere and started writing and drawing. Lu Yuan peeked in and discovered that the two of them were actually writing their wills.

Qin Yuan still had a look of utter dismay on his face. Who would have thought that instead of getting into trouble on their way out to find supplies and rescue people, they would run into misfortune at the base? When he saw through the observation window that the window inside the room was open, he and Lin Yun both started drafting their wills.

"Brother Qin, is it really that exaggerated?" Zhong Qiang was a little nervous. He regretted not going along to join in the fun.

“You’ll get used to it after a while. We have to write one before every mission, and you’ll have to too.” Lin Yun knew that Qin Yuan’s team had recruited these college students, so he wrote his will while also trying to persuade them to get used to it.

"That's right, otherwise what if we couldn't come back after going out?" Qin Yuan said straightforwardly.

"Pah, pah, pah, children say the darndest things." Yang Xiao spat twice, then asked Qin Yuan for paper and pen. He lay down on the hospital bed and began to write. He had experience writing wills in the first two years of the apocalypse in his dream. Later, when he passed through his hometown with his team, he couldn't find his parents and relatives, so he stopped writing them.

"Then I'll write one too." Seeing that even his boss had started writing, Zhong Qiang obediently learned to write his own will. This might be his first will, and it might also be his last.

Pei Sihao didn't say anything, but just sat quietly on the bed closest to the window, frantically tapping on his phone. Gu Nanfeng, who was standing silently behind him, could tell that it was also a suicide note.

Lu Yuan didn't ask for paper or pen. He just stood quietly by the window. He didn't know who he could write his will to, because his only relative was frozen in the hospital's morgue. He knew that if he died or turned into a zombie, his father, frozen in the morgue, would also die.

As Pei Sihao was writing, he noticed Gu Nanfeng standing behind him. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and whispered, "It's okay if you don't write it down, I've already written it all down for you."

Gu Nanfeng didn't not want to write, but for some reason, he just felt that they would be fine this time.

Survivors on the floor have begun to show signs of infection, and the doors of several wards are being banged on loudly, accompanied by the distinctive "clucking" sound of zombies.

If Qin Yuan and Lin Yun writing their wills was just a routine matter at first, now, of the seven people in the room, apart from Gu Nanfeng who didn't seem to be very calm, the others were starting to become somewhat unsettled.

"If I turn into a zombie, boss, don't hold back, just stab me." Zhong Qiang carefully folded his will and placed it in one of the storage cabinets along with Qin Yuan and the others. Then he turned around and glanced at Yang Xiao, who was lying on the hospital bed closest to the wall, cleaning his Tang sword.

Yang Xiao simply gave a soft "hmm" and didn't say anything more, leaving the atmosphere in the room frozen.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous! I feel like we're the ones with the protagonist's halo!" Lu Yuan tried to lighten the mood, seeing the atmosphere was too tense. Besides, he had a spatial ring, and he hadn't even used any of its functions yet, so how could he just die like that?

No one paid any attention to him in the ward. "Is there any way to remedy this? Air purification? Taking some antibiotics? Traditional Chinese medicine? Eating dried houttuynia cordata or something?" Lu Yuan continued to ramble on.

"Alright, none of us are afraid of death!" Qin Yuan couldn't bear to see him rambling on like this. Look at the kid, he's starting to talk nonsense. Even if these methods worked, they don't have those things themselves.

Professor Wang and another virologist, Professor Lin, appeared outside the ward two hours later, fully equipped with protective gear. Gu Nanfeng and the others could not open the door, but the wards on this floor had been modified, and Professor Wang could communicate with them from the outside using a communicator.

"It's been two hours, Nanfeng, are you feeling unwell?" Professor Wang could have chosen not to come, but he couldn't bear not being able to see his most outstanding student one last time, so he applied to come with Professor Lin.

“No change. I listened and the earliest mutation occurred 20 minutes after we were transferred here, and it reached its peak about an hour later.” Gu Nanfeng couldn’t determine how many people mutated from the dense roars in the corridor, but he could determine the time of the first roar after the isolation, as well as the time period during which more roars broke out.

"Besides this room, there are four or five other rooms where the people are in stable condition and have not mutated. In three other rooms, some individuals mutated and then bit others. In one room, one person killed all the zombies and is now agitated." The other virology researchers who accompanied the two professors observed the situation in the other rooms and then reported the findings to Professor Lin.

"He's ruthless." The report from outside was heard by all seven people in the room through the intercom. Qin Yuan was stunned when he heard that one person had killed all the zombies in the ward.

Their isolation wards housed at least ten people each. Lu Yuan and his group were fortunate to have Qin Yuan and Lin Yun; their ward only had seven people. Otherwise, if they had been locked up with other people, even if they hadn't turned into zombies themselves, they would probably have been eaten alive.

Lu Yuan suddenly realized that he was still not strong enough. If he could get through this safely, he would still have to hone himself after he got out. He didn't want to become a strong soldier like Qin Yuan and Lin Yun. At least he couldn't hold his own team back. Right now, apart from being a warehouse, he was a burden to his five-man team in every other aspect. His individual combat ability was not even as good as Zhong Qiang's.

"In the first viral rain, the latest mutation time among the airborne mutation cases we obtained was eight hours. After eight hours, we confirmed that no one else mutated. Let's wait eight hours and see this time." Professor Lin comforted Old Wang. When the zombie virus appeared, Professor Lin and his team began to study the virus.

Moreover, after the first viral rain, they also contacted other professors and researchers in Beijing. They found that there was a peak about two hours after the rain, and another peak five hours later. If there were no mutations after eight hours, there should be no more mutations.

At the time, some people drew blood from these people who had not mutated for research, but they did not find any antibodies in these people's bodies. It was just that their breathing rate or other physical conditions might have prevented the virus in the air from mutating to the point that it did not mutate.

Old Wang looked at Gu Nanfeng with teary eyes; this was a promising young talent he had brought from Beijing. Gu Nanfeng's family were all involved in scientific research; his father was an expert in biopharmaceuticals and a good friend of Professor Wang. If something were to happen to Gu Nanfeng here, he wouldn't know how to explain it to Old Gu when he got back.