When Dean Duraro began to take action against Yamamori, even if he was as dull as Yamamori himself, he sensed that something was wrong.

First, he was transferred to the ward. From a regular ward, transferred to an ICU-like room.

Secondly, the doctors and nurses who treated him were all changed, and they were all dressed in strange costumes, and their whole bodies were tightly wrapped - until later he learned that it was a biohazmat suit.

Not only that, but the door of his ward was locked and could not be opened from the inside, and there were guards standing guard at the door of the ward.

The most exaggerated thing is that he found that there was not a single patient on the entire floor except him!

It took a long time for Yamamori to finally understand that he was regarded as a risk factor and was completely isolated.

Recalling his girlfriend's situation at the time, Yamamori could understand the hospital's reason for doing so.

The doctors certainly didn't want it, and he was biting people everywhere like that, and eventually the situation got out of control.

Understanding is understanding, when he understands this fact, Yamamori's heart is still half cold.

Because it means that the severity of his condition is beyond his imagination.

Even the best hospital in Cambodia, such as Khammi Hospital, is facing a great enemy.

If the poison on his body is completely cured, I am afraid that it will be quite difficult.

Yamamori was still worried about whether the killers would come to the hospital to look for his traces.

After all, Phnom Penh is only so big, and there are only a few large hospitals. If he wants to come for treatment, he must only choose these hospitals.

Coming to the hospital to find him is simply a quasi-one.

But at this point, he fully understood.

The killers won't come to him again.

Because those people believed that ordinary hospitals would not be able to depoison him at all.

It's all in the calculations of the killers.

Yamamori was lying alone on the bed, covered with various monitoring instruments.

He felt more and more cold, very cold, as if even his blood was frozen.

Even with the lid on the thick cup and the air conditioner turned to its maximum, he still didn't feel any warmth.

Coupled with the loss of consciousness from time to time, Yamamori knew very well that he was about to become like his girlfriend.

Yamamori didn't want to die, and he didn't want to become a manipulative walking dead like his girlfriend, and that kind of fate made him shudder just thinking about it.

He is still young, he still has a long way to go, and he wants to live.

When the heavily armed doctor entered the room for the fifth or sixth time to check on him, Yamamori finally couldn't help himself and asked:

"Doctor, what's wrong with my disease, is there anything you can do to cure it?"

A doctor replied, "Your condition is indeed relatively rare, but it is not completely incurable, as long as you recuperate with peace of mind and cooperate with our treatment work, I believe your condition will improve soon." ”

Yamamori continued to ask suspiciously: "That...... How long will it take to be cured?"

"This ......," the doctor hesitated, as if unable to answer for a moment.

The doctor's attitude made Yamamori even more uneasy.

At this time, the doctor, who was older and looked very leader, suddenly spoke: "Mr. Yamamori, I am the director of Ganmi Hospital, Duraro. Now it's up to me to take over your treatment in full. ”

Yamamori was surprised, he didn't expect that an ordinary patient would alarm the director of such a large hospital and personally treat him.

Duraro continued: "I'm sure you also have some knowledge of your condition. Then I don't think there's any need to hide it from you, so I'd better tell you directly.

The virus in your body is very rare, there is no effective treatment in the world, and we are still exploring it.

However, we have seen similar patients before, so we have more experience in treatment.

We are doing our best to develop an effective treatment plan for you, and if it goes well, it will give you more time to survive.

However, I must also admit that your illness is very serious, and if the treatment does not work, your life may be less than a week. ”

"A week...... Or the longest. Yamamori only felt like he had been hit on the head, which made him dizzy, and it took him half a day to come back to his senses.

This is a death sentence for him!

If even the best Ganmi hospital in the country can't help his illness, then who else has the ability?

After a while, he came back to his senses and asked bitterly, "What about the shortest, how long can I live?"

Duralo was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "If you are very unlucky, you may not live the day after tomorrow. ”

Yamamori hung his head weakly: "I know." ”

Duralo did not offer words of consolation, he has been used to such scenes after decades of medical practice.

He knew very well that at such times, any comfort would pale in comparison.

"Mr. Yamamori, I must make a reminder to you. The virus in your body is very contagious, and if it spreads, it can have very serious consequences.

I want you to stay in the ward and not go anywhere until you are cured. ”

"Until you are cured?" Yamamori smiled, a little sarcasm, a little weak, "Are you going to let me stay until I die?"

As if he hadn't heard, Duraro continued: "Mr. Yamamori, do you have any relatives or close friends that you need us to inform?"

Yamamori waved his hand frustrated and said, "No need." ”

His closest girlfriend has been turned into a zombie by those damn pursuers.

His parents had long since died, and he did not have a good relationship with his relatives.

What's more, those relatives are all in the remote countryside of other provinces, far away from Phnom Penh, even if he receives the news and rushes to Phnom Penh, he is already dead thoroughly, and there is no difference with or without notice.

As soon as he remembered that he was hopeless and was about to die, and that he was alone without even a family or friend, Yamamori couldn't help but feel sad.

(End of chapter)