Doctor? Zhao Qiang and Wei Tao looked at each other, where did the doctor come from here?

Li Yun shouted twice more uneasily, and kept touching her son's forehead and touching her own forehead with one hand, anxious like an ant on a hot pot. "Why are you still standing on the sidelines, why don't you go to the doctor!" Li Yun was in a hurry, grabbing her husband and saying hurriedly.

Zhang Yongming helplessly cast a look of help to Zhao Qiang, and his heart was also extremely anxious. My son was fine yesterday, but today he somehow fell ill and burned badly.

"Shall I take a look?" Seeing the helpless crowd, Li Zihan, who was standing aside, spoke: "I graduated from the nursing major of the Health School. ”

"My son needs a doctor, not a nurse!" As a mother, Li Yun didn't want to hand over her son to a little girl who graduated from a health school.

Looking at Zhang Yongming, who looked embarrassed, Zhao Qiang shook his head helplessly, walked up and pulled Li Zihan over, and said to Li Yun: "Sister-in-law, look." Except for your family, there are only three of us here. It's not that we won't find you a doctor, but you know what the situation is now. I don't know medical skills, I can't help, Brother Wei is a policeman, maybe he knows a little first aid, but you also said that your son needs a doctor. Although Li Zihan is not a doctor, she is also a trained professional, and she is a very responsible girl. Look, can you let her try? ”

Listening to Zhao Qiang's words, Li Zihan nodded to Zhao Qiang gratefully, after graduating that year, she had doubts about her major when she was looking for a job, and finally had no way to get a job at a gas station through her family relationship, this is the first time that someone affirmed her major.

Li Yun lowered her head, was silent for a while, and finally nodded and agreed to let Li Zihan check on his son.

After carefully examining the little guy, Li Zihan finally came to her conclusion: the little guy was suffering from acute pneumonia.

"My child needs fluids, his tonsils are showing signs of inflammation, and I need fever-reducers, penicillin, and other medicines. Brother Wei, do you have an infirmary here? Li Zihan was calm like a doctor at this time.

Soon, the little guy was carried by Zhang Yongming to the infirmary. After rummaging in the cabinet for a long time, Li Zihan pulled Wei Tao aside with a frustrated expression, and after looking at the anxious Li Yun, he whispered, "Brother Wei, there is no penicillin here." I can only try to cool the child now, but if I can't reduce the inflammation, I'm afraid the child won't survive. ”

After listening to Li Zihan's words, Wei Tao nodded and said softly: "I'll solve the problem of medicine." You go and help the child cool down first. He turned his head and gave Zhao Qiang a look, then turned around and walked out. Zhao Qiang didn't say anything, and walked out of the infirmary with Wei Tao.

"What's the situation?" Zhao Qiang closed the door and asked in a low voice.

"I'm going out for a trip, you take care of them." Wei Tao's cold voice was also a little anxious.

"Get out?" Zhao Qiang was a little puzzled, "There are zombies outside, what are you going out for?" ”

"I went out to find some medicine and came back, Xiao Li said that the medicine was not enough." Wei Tao replied coldly, as if the zombies outside had nothing to do with him.

Zhao Qiang sighed, looked back at the closed infirmary, and said, "I'll go with you!" The two of them can still take care of each other somewhat. Brother Zhang is here, nothing will happen. ”

When he came to the equipment warehouse, Wei Tao found two whispering submachine guns, handed one to Zhao Qiang, and said, "This operation must be fast." There is a community clinic not far from here. Glancing at the gun in his hand, the shape of the whispered submachine gun was like a shrunken version of the 95 rifle, and the operation was similar to the 95, Zhao Qiang nodded and left with Wei Tao.

The snow had stopped, and a dozen or so zombies were wandering around the yard, as if looking for a way to invade the yard. Discovering the appearance of Zhao Qiang and Wei Tao, the zombies around them surrounded one after another, desperately squeezing their bodies into the cracks of the iron fence, and let out a roar in their throats.

Ignoring the zombies who were crushed and deformed by the fence, Wei Tao and Zhao Qiang trotted all the way out of the courtyard of the SWAT detachment. Soon the two were at a nearby community clinic. Looking at the zombies following behind him, Wei Tao pushed Zhao Qiang into the clinic, "You go in and get the medicine, I'll cover you." ”

It is a two-story community clinic, with the first floor being where community doctors diagnose and prescribe medications, and the second floor where patients are given fluids. Even though it was daytime, it was pitch black throughout the infirmary.

Turning on the flashlight on the gun, Zhao Qiang cautiously began to search. The sound of Wei Tao firing was already heard outside the door, and the low sound of gunfire reminded Zhao Qiang to start speeding up the progress. Suddenly, with the help of the light of the flashlight, Zhao Qiang found that a guy in a white coat behind the counter was sitting on the ground, his head down, so that people couldn't see his face clearly.

Depend on! How can there be a dead man? It's still lying here! Zhao Qiang scolded secretly and carefully stepped over the corpse, for fear of having any contact with the corpse.

Penicillin...... Penicillin...... Zhao Qiang rummaged around the shelf, and the submachine gun was set aside, acting as a temporary light source. In the dim light, Zhao Qiang couldn't find the location of penicillin for a while. Forget it, no matter, find a bag, pack all the medicines here, and let Li Zihan's little girl find it herself.

Suddenly remembering that there was a backpack next to the corpse he had just stepped over, Zhao Qiang immediately turned around and looked at the corpse. Depend on! The corpse had stood up at some point when Zhao Qiang was engrossed in looking for medicine, still with his head down, and came behind Zhao Qiang without making any sound.

When Zhao Qiang turned around, he happened to be facing the zombie, and before Zhao Qiang could react, the zombie had already raised its dead fish-like eyes to stare at Zhao Qiang, and his hands grabbed Zhao Qiang's shoulders like lightning, and opened his mouth with a foul smell, and bit Zhao Qiang's neck.

Zhao Qiang was startled, raised his hand to try to block the terrifying mouth, and the huge force of the zombie burst out instantly pushed Zhao Qiang backwards. My gun! was pressed by the zombie on the counter, Zhao Qiang pressed one hand against the zombie's chin, and the other hand groped around on the counter.

Maybe it was too nervous, and the submachine gun was swept out of the counter by Zhao Qiang. Weakly grabbed under the counter a few times, and the sound of the gun landing made Zhao Qiang's heart rise to his throat. Seeing that the big fishy mouth was getting closer and closer to him, the hand holding the zombie's chin began to tremble with force.

With a pop, Zhao Qiang pulled out his dagger from his waist and stabbed it at the zombie with all his might. The quality of the police dagger was very good, and Zhao Qiang quickly sent the dagger into the body of the zombie and twisted it desperately. With Zhao Qiang's movements, a huge hole was quickly opened in the zombie's stomach, and cold and sticky blood and a bunch of slimy things slipped down Zhao Qiang's knife-holding hand one after another.

For human beings, being traumatized so badly that anyone would lose their combat effectiveness. But Zhao Qiang was facing a zombie who had no feelings. The shoulder grabbed by the zombie gradually began to lose consciousness, the collarbone was controlled, the blood circulation was blocked, Zhao Qiang's eyes began to blacken, and the hand holding the knife could not be lifted to a position that could cause fatal injury to the zombie.

The counter that was pressed behind it finally couldn't bear the weight on it, and it collapsed with a bang. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Qiang finally got rid of the shackles on his shoulders and desperately pushed away the unstable zombie in the center. There was no time to catch his breath, Zhao Qiang saw the bright light on the submachine gun on the side.

Rushing towards the light with both hands and feet, Zhao Qiang didn't have time to think too much, he just wanted to get his gun back before the zombies pounced again. There was no time to aim, Zhao Qiang lay on the ground and completed a series of shooting actions, the submachine gun spat out tongues of fire, and 30 bullets fell on the zombie's body like raindrops almost instantly.

After a trembling dance of death, the zombie finally fell to the ground again. Zhao Qiangqiang, who had emptied the entire magazine in one go, got up from the ground panting, threw the empty gun aside, and picked up the dagger that had fallen aside. Staring at the zombies that were still struggling on the ground, Zhao Qiang moved his shoulder, which was gradually regaining consciousness, and walked towards it step by step with a hideous face.