You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Zhao Sen's expression was also very satisfied.

The condition of the safe zone far exceeded his imagination, the most important point being these large-scale isolated building complexes from the urban area.

The walls and rifles kept all those zombies and Mutant Beasts completely isolated on the outside.

These buildings had thus become ready-made shelters.

Aside from housing people, the majority of them were left idle, waiting to be used directly when needed in the future.

This clinic located in the six-story building was an example.

Even the equipment was ready-made.

Besides the few colleagues who came from the hospital, Zhang Ye also allocated the emergency team originally belonging to the Combat Department under Zhao Sen's name, managed and dispatched by the Medical Research and Development Center.
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As director of the research center, Zhao Sen could directly requisition any resources he needed from the logistics department.

He just needed to report afterwards to Liu Qingqing or Zhang Ye.

After Zhang Ye and Ai Bing left, the few doctors and nurses finally could not contain their excitement, exclaiming with great enthusiasm, entirely devoid of the calm and steadiness they had shown when they first met.

Even Zhao Sen, who had always remained calm, felt a bit excited.

This would be their home from now on?

It seemed pretty good.

His gaze swept over the few security guards outside the clinic door, at least from now on, he no longer needed to worry about something suddenly breaking in.

Even the task of night watch could be spared.

The company had a patrol team at night.

"Doctor Zhao, did Director Zhang assign us any tasks?"

After the excitement, the doctors and nurses finally remembered the pressing matters, and the male doctor with somewhat graying hair approached and asked.

Hearing this, everyone else quieted down and looked at Zhao Sen.

Zhao Sen nodded, his expression still stern.

"Indeed, there are tasks."

"Patients will be sent here soon, get ready."

After saying these couple of sentences, he spoke to Chu Yan, "Nurse Chu, from now on, you will take on the role of head nurse."

At this, Chu Yan's eyes revealed a delighted expression, and she quickly nodded:

"Thank you, Doctor Zhao!"

"I, I will definitely work hard!"

Seeing this, the others looked at Zhao Sen with a mix of ingratiation and anticipation in their eyes; after all, in the entire Research and Development Center, the position of director was the only one appointed by Zhang Ye.

All other positions, including that of head nurse, were vacant.

Zhao Sen had the final say on these.

Considering the department was just established, Zhao Sen followed Zhang Ye's wishes and set up several key departments and picked a few people from the emergency team and his colleagues to act as the chief doctors of each department.

He also turned the three unused upper floors into patient wards.

The first mission came soon after.

Influenza.

Perhaps it was due to changes in the environment.

Or perhaps, it was merely the decline in immunity caused by malnutrition.

A quarter of the entire safe zone's survivors were infected with some sort of influenza, but due to the lack of medicine, the situation was worsening, with deaths already occurring.

Consequently, the Medical Research and Development Center, newly established for just a few days, quickly received its first patients.

The doctors returned to work they were familiar with.

Everyone worked ardently.

You can't imagine how excited they were.

Though in the past, many among them had grown weary of this exhaustingly laborious job.

But now, after going through such a disaster,

things were different.

Compared to death, many things actually weren't as bad as one might think, because there are still many, many worse things in this world.

Just as the flu in the safe zone was gradually being brought under control, the situation in the north was equally grim.

This was a makeshift shelter made of wooden planks and iron sheets.

Due to the recent rains, the wooden planks acting as walls were covered with a layer of green moss, looking exceptionally vivid with the moisture from the rain.

The door made of corrugated metal clumsily bore the number three hundred and forty-one.

"Girl, open the door quick!"

"Hurry up!"

The man banged on the metal door a few times, then immediately adopted a defensive posture to scan his surroundings, exhaling a cautious breath when he saw no one coming.

"Who is it?"

"Is it daddy?"

It seemed someone inside heard the voice.

But they didn't open the door.

"Nonsense!"

"Can't even recognize your own father's voice?"

"Hurry up, open the door! Otherwise, if the medicine cools down, it won't work!"

Upon hearing this voice, a somewhat amused expression flickered across the man's face, and then he knocked on the metal door again until he heard a click from inside.

Seeing the door open, he quickly glanced behind him again.

Then he darted inside.

The light was very dim.

There was also a foul odor in the air.

It was a mixture of the smell of dirt and feces.

In the corner on a mattress lay a woman, her entire face flushed red, unconsciously moaning.

"Quick, give this bottle of medicine to mom!"

"I'll go get some water!"

After glancing at the woman, the man's eyes grew even more anxious, and he hurriedly untied the bag around his waist and pulled out a bottle.

The murky liquid bore an eerie gray-black hue under the dim light.

"Be careful, don't spill it!"

After instructing the girl a few more times, he hurriedly picked up a cup from the table and went to the corner of the room.

The only bit of light came from there.

Accompanying the light, the accumulated rainwater kept dripping down.

The sound of water dripping tapped rhythmically.

In the plastic basin below, ripples continually spread outward.

The man first looked up, then slowly bent down and cautiously extended the cup towards the collected water in the basin.

A thin layer of dust floated on the water surface, and one could vaguely see tiny red bugs swimming.

The man frowned, hesitated for a moment, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket.

It already had sand in it for filtration purposes.

And some charcoal.

After a simple treatment, the water in the cup looked much clearer, with those tiny red bugs no longer visible.

When the man returned to the woman's side with the cup of water, she had just managed to swallow the medicine.

It was cold medicine granules he had found with great difficulty.

And a bit of ibuprofen.

"Feeling any better?"

The woman had regained her senses but still looked very weak. She nodded gently in response to her husband's question.

Meanwhile, the little girl sat on the floor, fiddling with the bottle.

Occasionally, she licked the rim of the bottle.

The man's face finally relaxed a bit.

He crouched down carefully, propped the woman up against the wall, and watched her drink the water from the cup, one gulp after another.

But the woman stopped halfway, looking at him without speaking.

The man immediately understood what she meant.

But he shook his head gently, saying,

"I met a trader from outside today, took a few sips of his water."

"The medicine was also from them."