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

Li Yun shouted again uneasyly, and with one hand, he kept touching his son's forehead and his own forehead, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "What are you still standing next to you? Why don't you go to see a doctor!" Li Yun was anxious and grabbed her husband and said anxiously.

Zhang Yongming gave Zhao Qiang helplessly, and he was extremely anxious. His son was still doing well yesterday, but he fell ill today for some reason and was very feverish.

"Can I see it?" Seeing the helpless people, Li Zihan, who was standing beside him, spoke: "I graduated from the nursing major of the health school."

"What my son needs is a doctor, not a nurse!" As a mother, Li Yun did not want to hand over her son to a young girl who graduated from a medical school.

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

After hearing Zhao Qiang's words, Li Zihan nodded gratefully at Zhao Qiang. After graduation, she was struggling to find a job and was suspicious of her major. In the end, she had no choice but to work at a gas station through her family. This was the first time that someone had affirmed the major she studied.

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

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

"The child needs infusion, the tonsils show signs of inflammation, I need antipyretics, penicillin and other medicines. Brother Wei, do you have a medical room here?" Li Zihan was calm at this time like a doctor.

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 frustration. 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 it cannot reduce inflammation, I am afraid that the child will not be able to survive."

After hearing Li Zihan's words, Wei Tao nodded and said softly: "I'll solve the problem of medicine. You can help the child cool down first." He turned to Zhao Qiang and turned around and walked out. Zhao Qiang knew nothing and followed Wei Tao out of the infirmary.

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

"I want to go out and take good care of them." Wei Tao also felt a little anxious in his cold voice.

"Go out?" Zhao Qiang was a little puzzled, "There are zombies outside, what are you going out to do?"

"I went out to find some medicine, but 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, turned around and looked at the closed infirmary, and said, "I'll go with you! The two of them can take some care of them. Brother Zhang is here, nothing will happen."

When he arrived at the equipment library, Wei Tao found two submachine guns, handed them to Zhao Qiang one, and said, "This operation must be fast. Not far from here, there is a community clinic. He looked at the gun in his hand. The shape of the submachine gun was like a shrinking version of the 95 rifle, and the operation was similar to that of the 95. Zhao Qiang nodded and left with Wei Tao.

The heavy snow had stopped, and more than a dozen zombies were wandering around the yard, as if they were looking for ways to invade the yard. When they found Zhao Qiang and Wei Tao, the zombies around them surrounded them, desperately squeezing their bodies into the gaps in the iron fence, and roared in their throats.

Ignoring the zombies that were squeezed and deformed by the fence, Wei Tao and Zhao Qiang trotted all the way and left the yard of the Special Police Detachment. Soon the two came to a nearby community clinic. Looking at the zombies following behind, Wei Tao pushed Zhao Qiang into the clinic, "You go in and get the medicine, I will cover you."

This is a two-story community clinic. The first floor is where community doctors diagnose and prescribe medicines, and the second floor is where patients are given infusions. Although it is daytime, the entire infirmary is also dark.

After turning on the flashlight on the gun, Zhao Qiang started to search carefully. The sound of Wei Tao opening fire had already been heard outside the door, and the low gunshots reminded Zhao Qiang to start speeding up the progress. Suddenly, with the help of the flashlight, Zhao Qiang found a guy in a white coat behind the counter was slumped on the ground, lowering his head, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

Damn! Why is there a dead person? He is still lying here! Zhao Qiang cursed inwardly, carefully crossing the corpse, for fear of having any contact with the corpse.

Penicillin... Penicillin... Zhao Qiang was rummaging around on the shelf, putting the submachine gun aside and acting as a temporary light source. Under the dim light, Zhao Qiang couldn't find the place where the penicillin was. Forget it, don't care, find a bag, pack all the medicines here, and let the little girl Li Zihan find them by herself.

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

When Zhao Qiang turned around, he happened to be opposite the zombie. Before Zhao Qiang could react, the zombie had already raised its dead fish-like eyes and stared at Zhao Qiang. His hands were lightning-fire to pinch Zhao Qiang's shoulders, spreading his bloody mouth wrapped in a foul stench, and biting Zhao Qiang's neck.

Zhao Qiang was shocked and raised his hand to try to block the terrifying mouth. The huge force of the zombie burst instantly pushed Zhao Qiang backwards. My gun! The zombie was pressed tightly on the counter. Zhao Qiang pressed one hand against the zombie's chin and touched the counter with the other hand.

Perhaps because of being too nervous, Zhao Qiang swept the submachine gun outside the counter. He grabbed the counter weakly a few times. The sound of the gun landing made Zhao Qiang's heart rise to his throat. Seeing that the smelly mouth was getting closer and closer to him, the hand that held the zombie's chin began to tremble due to force.

With a bang, Zhao Qiang pulled out his dagger from his waist and stabbed it desperately at the zombie. The police dagger was of good quality, and Zhao Qiang quickly sent the dagger into the zombie's body and tweaked it to death. With Zhao Qiang's movements, the zombie's belly was quickly broken, and the cold and sticky blood and piles of sticky things slid down Zhao Qiang's hand holding the knife.

For humans, anyone will lose their combat effectiveness after being traumatized by such severe trauma. However, Zhao Qiang faces a zombie without feeling. The shoulders caught by the zombie gradually begin to lose consciousness, the collarbone is controlled, and the blood circulation is blocked, which makes Zhao Qiang's eyes turn black, and his hand holding the knife cannot be lifted to a position that can cause fatal damage to the zombie.

The counter pressed behind him finally couldn't bear the weight pressing 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 pushed away the unstable zombie in the center desperately. Before he could breathe, Zhao Qiang saw the light on the submachine gun on the side.

With his hands and feet pounced towards the bright light, Zhao Qiang had no time to think about too many questions, and just wanted to get his gun back before the zombie pounced on him again. Before he could aim, Zhao Qiang lay on the ground to complete a series of shooting movements. The submachine gun spit out a tongue of flames, and 30 bullets hit the zombie almost instantly like raindrops.
Chapter completed!