20demayo Chapter 402: Raising a Child in the End of the World and Killing Zombies 16
Chapter 402: Raising a Child in the End of the World and Killing Zombies 16
The height of the door is also of normal size.
In order to make it more secretive, Muchen and his team built a large wardrobe directly outside the door of the room.
The back panel of the wardrobe is movable, and only after opening it can you see the supplies they have stored.
Of course, they still left some things outside as a cover.
Only when grandma saw the mountain of things that Muchen and the others had brought back did she feel at ease.
As she gets older, she loves to stock up on things. These food and daily necessities have greatly alleviated her anxiety.
"It's OK. I feel relieved when I see these things."
"If we use these things sparingly, we'll have no problem using them for three to five years."
"Don't mention it. Our boy Mu is a good organizer. He has brought back a lot of things like an ant moving house."
When the old lady praised the child, the wrinkles on her face bloomed.
Muchen has also reached an agreement with Zhang Songmin.
Just now, Liu Changshu said on the phone that two more cases of fever were found and people have been arranged to send them here.
Muchen didn't make any excessive demands to Zhang Songmin, just that their family's room could not be requisitioned.
Also, as for the remaining rooms, it is best for each person to have his or her own room to avoid cross-infection, or if one person becomes ill, they bite the other to death.
We also need to find a house at the foot of the mountain for isolation.
This place is full, so please don't send any more.
During this time, they will keep an eye on the patient's condition and report to him if there are any changes.
Zhang Songmin and his team have to check the changes in the villagers every day, so Muchen will be in charge of this for the time being.
They have not received any news yet that there are any cases of mutated diseases in the country, and they dare not have direct contact with the patients.
We can only give the antipyretic drugs to the patients and let them take them themselves.
The village clinic had only one doctor, who usually gave injections and prescribed medications all by himself. Now, Zhang Songmin had summoned him to help with the investigation.
He couldn't take care of this for the time being, and he didn't dare to give the patient an injection at close range.
However, he did send over some fever-reducing injections and the like.
In the end, Zhang Songmin agreed to all of Muchen's requests. No one could tell how serious the current situation was.
Looking at the Si family's posture, it seems like it was arranged just like in a post-apocalyptic movie.
You said you wanted to forcibly requisition this land. They spent over two months building the doomsday bunker. You just requisitioned it with a single word. Isn't this going to create conflict among the residents?
By then, people will become hostile, which will be even more difficult to deal with.
Zhang Songmin has not seen a real zombie yet.
He was already prepared for the possibility of death, but deep down he didn't believe that the patient would mutate, and he always felt that they were exaggerating.
It's really unscientific, okay?
In his opinion, in the end, the patient will have a high fever, develop complications, and eventually die.
This kind of thing happened during the mask era.
I just don’t understand why, during the mask period, the country built so many isolation warehouses, but didn’t use them this time.
In the cave, Sirong was helping her grandma make the bed. They would not go down the mountain today.
The old lady sat by the bed, still muttering: "These supplies must be put away... Where is the salt?... Oh, this quilt is really thick..."
Her voice gradually lowered, her hands covered with age spots gently stroked the new bedding, and her eyes flashed with complex light.
Sirong squatted down, dragged out a wooden box from under the bed, opened the lid and showed it to her grandmother: "Grandma, look, here are 20 kilograms of salt, all wrapped in oil paper."
She pointed to the neatly stacked cans in the corner. "These are canned meats, with a five-year shelf life." She opened another box. "These are all dried goods, mushrooms, fungus...
Don't worry." Sirong whispered in her ear: "Didn't I just take you to see the warehouse?"
"Don't worry, don't worry!" Grandma took Sirong's little hand between hers and patted it gently: "My darling grandson has grown up and will become a mother too."
Hearing her grandma say this, Sirong rarely acted coquettishly in her grandma's arms.
After settling her grandma, Sirong went out. Her parents were waiting in the passage, accompanying the old village chief while waiting for the person to come over.
Sirong went over to say hello and then went to see how Li Chengcai was doing.
The old village chief stayed outside the iron gate. When he couldn't stand anymore, he sat on the ground with his back against the iron gate and chatted with Li Chengcai.
He didn't know how to comfort his son. It felt as if he was the one who was sick.
Li Chengcai's situation was not so bad. There was a big iron gate between the father and son. The old village chief talked a lot, and he would reply with a few words from time to time.
He had already drunk half a box of the mineral water that Muchen brought to him.
There is no other way now. He dare not take too much antipyretic medicine. He can only drink more water and hope it will work.
The discovery of Li Chengcai's symptoms came too suddenly.
They locked him up directly, and now they found a big problem. If the water and food in the room were used up, how would they get them to him?
The window on the big iron door has glass, and the gap below is too narrow.
"If it doesn't work, let Brother Chengcai move aside for a while so that we can break the glass." Muchen thought about it and this was the only way.
The temperature is not too cold now, it is late autumn, and it is cool in the morning and evening.
It’s no big deal if the window is drafty. Just find a board outside to block it.
"Then don't just sit there, someone will be coming soon. Go find a hammer and spit on the glass in those rooms first.
Now that it's broken, we can still help clean it up. Clean it up and don't scratch anyone."
Muchen quickly followed his father's instructions and went to smash the glass.
At this time, Liu Changshu also rushed over with three villagers who had a fever.
"Our road up the mountain needs to be repaired, it's full of tree roots." Don't be fooled by the name Liu Changshu, it sounds quite old-fashioned.
He is a lively person, naturally outgoing and can chat with anyone. He is very friendly.
When he saw Sirong and the others, he raised his hand as a greeting, then turned around to open the car door and helped the villagers get out.
The car that brought them here was a small car that came from the town. It had a low chassis and it was really awkward to drive on this mountain road.
The chassis was scratched from time to time, which made Liu Changshu very distressed.
Nowadays, urban and rural construction is very good, and every village has a road, so they didn’t think about going up the mountain.
If I had known this earlier, I would have applied for a jeep to drive here.
Among the three infected people, one is the village's livestock quarantine officer, who is also the oldest among them at 43 years old.
The other two were a couple, young people in their twenties or twenties, who had just been called back by their parents after working away from home.
The next day after I got home, I had a low fever. Now I can’t tell whether I was infected outside or after I returned home.
Anyway, my body temperature is 38.5 now.