vrcanaries Chapter 178 Alive
Chapter 178 Alive
Leo feels much better these days. Although he can't eat his mother's secret pork knuckle stew yet, as long as he can get better, he can always eat it in the future.
Listening to Ashley's song, he hummed silently in his heart. He was so lucky to be sent to the Marshal's scientific research institute and receive the best treatment.
The number of his classmates in the group had dwindled over time. He didn't need a press conference to tell him the death toll; he knew that one in five people who got sick wouldn't survive.
I've heard from classmates who haven't fallen ill that the weather is getting colder, with the cold snap arriving a month earlier than usual. Leaves, which haven't yet turned yellow and fallen, are now covered in frost while still green. Schools have even been suspended.
People on the street are hurrying and looking haggard, and every household is running around for the patients.
The disease continued to spread, not just to the capital star, but to all galaxies, large and small, with hemoptysis. As the number of cases grew, the human and material support from various galaxies to the capital star gradually decreased, leaving them struggling to cope.
Two members of his cousin's family who live far away in the Haruka Red Star System have also fallen ill and are now lying at home waiting for a bed.
Various mutual aid groups and secret communication networks are quietly growing. The real world is far from as simple as the press conferences every 8 hours on Starnet say.
Beds are no longer readily available; doctors in hospitals are estimating when a vacant bed will become available and auctioning it off in online chat groups. Chen Junjun's treatment plan is circulating secretly, and the wealthy and powerful are self-treating in ways that ordinary people can't even imagine.
Relatives with seriously ill family members can take three days of paid leave, as doctors estimate that without effective medicine, patients will only have three days to live.
It was all so magical. Leo was also in the hospital, but he was not in the same world as those people.
There is a doctor who comes to change his dressing every day and always cares about him. She chats with him when his mother is not around and brings him the latest flavors of nutritional supplements.
We will even explain to him the causes of the disease and the principles of treatment to relieve his anxiety.
The video with the most hits in their group today is about the handling of the deceased.
Space burials have long been the most popular form of interstellar burial. However, the interstellar burial capacity is currently insufficient, and the capital planet simply cannot handle so many bodies.
There are already people who are running intermediary businesses that can transport the deceased to other galaxies for processing.
That's not the case in this video at all.
A frantic camera follows the hospital's processing center, silently following the team escorting the deceased into the burial chamber. Suddenly, the camera zooms in on the faces of people inside the burial chamber.
It was a young, pale face. But the next second, the person inside suddenly opened his eyes, coughed violently, and spat out a large mouthful of blood that smeared the bulkhead.
The camera was startled and fell to the ground, and everything went black.
The boy is not dead at all!
But soon the image disappeared and could not be opened.
Leo stared at the Star Brain, a chill running down his spine. The scene in the image made his hair stand on end and his whole body tremble uncontrollably. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the equipment in the treatment cabin immediately started beeping.
Two doctors rushed over to check on him. Under everyone's gaze, he trembled even more violently.
So why did this disease happen? Is the high mortality rate really because there is no effective medicine? And will he have the same ending?
He looked at the medicine flowing into his veins, completely distrustful. He stumbled to his feet, ignored the doctor's advice, pulled out the needle from his arm, and rushed out of the clinic.
Leo, frail and sick, had only a moment's strength left; removing the needle had already exhausted him. He slumped down on the bed, gasping for air, but his lungs, riddled with holes, whirred like old bellows, unable to draw in any air.
He was going to die, he was going to die, he was going to be taken away and buried alive.
"Leo! Leo! Wake up and look at me. It's me, Sister Yuna!"
Leo's pupils were out of focus and his mind was in a trance. He was slapped twice before he recovered. He threw himself into Yuna's arms and burst into tears.
"Sister, sister, save me, I don't want to die, I don't want to!"
Yuna looked at the boy with heartache and held him in her arms like her own brother.
"Leo, believe me, you won't die. I won't let you die!"
Yuna suddenly pulled a prepared needle from her pocket and injected it into the side of Leo's neck. The savior had gone into hiding, so she became God's messenger.
Bang, bang, bang! In the quiet yet noisy night, fireworks were set off in the sky above the capital planet.
The fireworks that hadn't been set off in time for that grand ceremony finally lit up the night sky two days late. Everyone couldn't help but put down everything they were doing and rushed to the window, admiring the beauty of the moment and briefly forgetting their pain.
At the same time, the door of the basement of the research institute opened with a creak.
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The marshal sat by the window, facing Tianjiu on the bed, with the sunlight behind him from dusk to night. He did not move for several hours, like a sculpture.
The bedroom door was open and the living room had become the command center.
The empire's elites did not need the marshal to command in person, they just needed him to sit there. As soon as they looked up and saw him, they could handle all matters with peace of mind.
So, Marshal, you just need to accompany Miss Shen and don't let them worry about you.
But someone happened to come and disturb the Marshal.
"Marshal, Old Chris requests a closed-door meeting."
The order received by Chizhou from His Majesty the Emperor was to convey Chris's request.
A closed-door meeting, the most secretive meeting between the imperial family and the parliament.
As the name suggests, it means speaking frankly behind closed doors. But this door is quite particular.
No guards, all weapons surrendered, all wearing energy suppression rings, sit down and negotiate terms. No one can come out before the time is up.
As for how many people will come out in the end, no one knows.
The participants either have absolute confidence in their own physical combat abilities or have absolute trust in each other.
I think old Chris invited His Majesty the Emperor, but His Majesty the Emperor didn't have the courage, so he could only push it to the Marshal.
But how could His Majesty the Marshal attend any closed-door meeting now!
Han Jiefei's assistant, Xiao Tasha, was carrying serum to change Miss Shen's dressing when she passed by the marshal trembling with fear. The marshal suddenly moved and made way for her.
Oh, it's still alive and hasn't turned into a real stone.
Yuan Xu stood up, his eyes still fixed on Tianjiu's little face: "He wants to take advantage of the opportunity again."
"Yes, it seems that he should have something valuable in his hands. Li Minde once made a deal with him." Chizhou still remembered that during the public trial of Li Minde, old Chris was partial to the Li family.
"He's always complaining about everything, and it shouldn't just be the Li family."
After Xiao Tasha changed the medicine and walked away, Yuan Xu leaned over to cover Tianjiu with a blanket and said to Chizhou, "Talking to him will definitely yield something, but the price is hard to say."
"Does he know who is behind the scenes?" Chizhou had this vague guess, otherwise he would not have held a closed-door meeting.
"Call everyone back."
At this moment, the Marshal finally took his eyes off Miss Shen and looked at Chizhou calmly and fiercely.