After more than a dozen buildings, less than 200 meters away from Ding Jing's residence is the infectious disease hospital.

On the third floor of the inpatient department of the hospital, Song Qiang was running forward desperately, and his panting was so rough that he couldn't hold it down.

He was an ordinary soldier stationed at the rear of the military isolation area, and did not participate in the cleaning operation at the front, but he seemed to be unaccustomed to the water and soil, and many of his comrades-in-arms fell ill during this time, and he followed the squad leader to send a group of seriously ill comrades-in-arms to the hospital.

The task was originally completed, but later the squad leader said that he was going to visit a comrade-in-arms in the inpatient department, so they ran downstairs and waited.

He was chatting with two other comrades when the gunshots rang out just now, and the familiar sound of gunshots made him jump up immediately.

Although they did not participate in the war, they have been training with nuclear guns recently, and the sound of gunfire is very familiar, it is the semi-automatic rifle they use, and he remembers that the squad leader went up with a gun.

The three-story building is not high, he and his two comrades-in-arms ran in three steps and two steps, he was not struggling to breathe, usually they trained dozens of times more than this, he was just panicking.

The squad leader is an eight-year veteran, with excellent military skills, and the individual soldier competition in the company has always been one of the best, and he has always been the object of his admiration.

"Squad leader, squad leader......" didn't know which ward the squad leader's comrades-in-arms were, they could only shout as they ran.

In the dim fluorescent light, the corridor of the ward was eerily quiet, only the three of them running and shouting, and they faintly felt that something was wrong.

The gunshots rang out just now, and their movements were loud, but the entire inpatient department seemed to be dead, and the doors of the wards were tightly closed, and no one poked their heads out curiously.

Seeing the nurses' station not far ahead, they hurriedly ran over: "Nurse, nurse ......"

There was no one here at the nurse's station, there was a notebook and pen spread out on the table, and a syringe with half a tube of potion drawn, and the person seemed to have just left.

"What should I do?" He looked at his two comrades.

"Ask someone." A comrade looked at the room across from the nurses' station.

As he spoke, this comrade-in-arms knocked on the door of the ward: "Is there anyone?" ”

"Anyone?"

raised his voice again, and when he saw that no one answered, the comrade-in-arms opened the door directly.

The door opened a crack, and a figure swooped down, knocking the comrade over, biting off half of his neck.

In the screams of his comrades, the figure raised his head, this is a young man in a hospital gown, with a flat head, it should be a soldier who is hospitalized here, now this young man's face is covered with blood, and his eyes are shining with bloodthirsty light.

Song Qiang and the other fighter shook all over their bodies, reacted violently, and pulled the trigger frantically.

This "person" was hit by the dense fire, blood splattered, and his whole body convulsed, but he was not dead, and stumbled back to the ward.

It wasn't until he couldn't see this "person" and the rifle in his hand made a "stuck" air hit that he realized that the bullets had run out.

He glanced at the frightened comrade-in-arms opposite, and invariably pulled out a sand cloth bandage from the first-aid kit and wrapped the wounded comrade's neck.

At this time, several wards in the passage made a banging sound, as if someone was desperately banging on the door.

The two of them looked at each other again, and at the same time said "go", and helped their comrades to run up the stairs left and right, only to run two steps, and the wooden doors of several wards were all smashed open, and the soldiers in hospital gowns blocked the passage with sawdust all over the sky.

They all have the same stiff expressions and the same ferocious eyes.

Song Qiang's heart sank little by little.

Ding Jing's house, Lin Jixin and Ding Jing listened to the continuous gunshots for a while, and then fell silent like death.

They stood at the window for a long time, but they heard no more movement.

What will happen tonight Lin Jixin knew well, he was too lazy to stay here, and after saying hello to Ding Jing, he went to the bathroom: "I'll go wash first." ”

Ding Jing hurriedly followed: "I'll get you pajamas." ”

He washed first, then Ding Jing, and only when he drank another half cup of green tea did he hear sirens coming from afar, one after another.

The response is really slow!

Thinking to himself, he didn't stop at hand, and quickly typed another line of characters on the computer.

In the bathroom, Ding Jing took a shower uneasily, the series of gunshots just now made her a little frightened, she is now glad that Lin Jixin stayed here tonight, otherwise, she would definitely be afraid of being alone in the house.

The warm water washed over her white skin, and she slowly felt soothed, and at that moment, the door was pushed away.