City Management Bureau, 2 floors, nearly 30 independent rooms. Apart from an iron security door at the end of the second floor that couldn't be opened by force, the remaining rooms were almost completely turned inside out by the survivors.

Moreover, what was even more astonishing was that they "scavenged" through these rooms in less than ten minutes, truly as fast as lightning.

When everyone gathered again on the first floor, almost each person had some supplies in their hands.

Apart from things unrelated to medical aid, Lin Junfu inventoried the items that would be needed next.

Towels: Around ten;

Several basins;

9 bottles of unopened mineral water;

Canned beverages: 2 bottles;

5 thermos flasks containing water;

Of course, aside from these, the most exciting find for the survivors was the medical kit found by Wenquan Xin.

This medical kit looked no different from the portable medical kits sold in supermarkets and online, but it was at least a size larger.

When Lin Junfu received the medical kit, his hand suddenly sank down, indicating its substantial weight.

It seems this was likely specially prepared by the City Management Bureau for "frontline workers" injured in "battle."

Recalling the "glorious feats" of the "army" of city managers in past news, Lin Junfu found the somewhat "exaggerated" medical equipment in front of him understandable.

After all, the more abundant the medical supplies in this kit, the greater Hu Xiaodong's chances of survival.

Although Lin Junfu himself was not very knowledgeable about medical aid, treating a dead horse as a living one was more hopeful than doing nothing.

Opening the kit, everyone's eyes focused on the symbol of purity, the white medical kit.

The contents were very neatly arranged, seemingly unused.

This probably also reflected the "invincible" combat quality of the city management forces from a side angle.

However, at the moment, obviously no one was interested in such a law enforcement team with "fine traditions and formidable combat power." Everyone's main concern was only one question:

"How's it looking, Lin Guan? Can these things save Brother Hu's life?"

Faced with Wang Qiang's question, Lin Junfu was a bit troubled.

After all, he was just a traffic police officer, though he had about a week's worth of so-called "emergency rescue" specialized training experience, but he knew very well those minor "tricks" were far from the true meaning of treating and saving lives.

However, he had to admit that the medicines and equipment in the current medical kit were more than sufficient to treat Hu Xiaodong's knife wound.

So after hesitating for a few seconds, Lin Junfu slightly nodded his head.

Seeing Lin Junfu nod, Wang Qiang's furrowed brow immediately relaxed, and not just him, the other survivors gathered in the room also breathed a sigh of relief.

But it seemed like heaven intended to torment these "poor souls," because just as they were happily thinking Hu Xiaodong might "get out of danger," Hu Xiaodong's previously calm breathing suddenly became rapid.

Seeing Hu Xiaodong's chest rising and falling violently like a threshing machine, Lin Junfu couldn't help but exclaim: "Not good!"

"Wha, what, what happened, Lin Guan! Brother Hu, Hu, Hu, what's wrong with him?" Wang Qiang was confused by Hu Xiaodong's abrupt change, and his recently calmed heart was once again tightened by anxiety.

As Wu Chao and Wenquan Xin, who had supported each other with Hu Xiaodong from the beginning of the apocalypse, fought and died together until now, they were even more helplessly crying out his name: "Brother Hu, how are you? Brother Hu, where are you uncomfortable? Brother Hu!!"

Unfortunately, their calls received no response, and Hu Xiaodong fell into a coma.

"Can't wait any longer!" As if making some decision, Lin Junfu decisively stood up, then stopped Wu and Wen from crying over Hu Xiaodong, simultaneously saying solemnly: "Xiao Hu's situation is very bad. The sustained high temperature probably has affected his brainstem, we must..."

Upon hearing the words "brain" and "stem," Wang Qiang immediately jumped like he was pricked in the backside.

Though he had no relevant medical knowledge, he knew one thing for sure: any patient associated with the brain was definitely not good news.

So, with worry, Wang Qiang's mouth began to stutter: "Lin, Lin Lin Guan, you, you you don't joke around! Hu, Hu Hu Brother's brain won't..."

"No!" Not waiting for Wang Qiang's statement to finish, Tang Xiaoquan, who had remained silent since rejoining the group, finally spoke.

He interrupted his brother's question not because he truly believed Hu Xiaodong's condition was as such, but because he didn't want the heavy topic to impose further psychological burdens on Hu Xiaodong, who was at the brink of life and death.

After all, no one could determine whether Hu Xiaodong was truly unconscious at this moment; if he still had awareness, hearing pessimistic remarks could undoubtedly affect his will to survive, a situation that all present least wanted to see.

Therefore, as soon as he finished speaking, Tang Xiaoquan led everyone outside the room, leaving only Ah Cheng to watch over Hu Xiaodong.

As they reluctantly exited the room, Wang Qiang evidently was somewhat unhappy with his brother's actions.

Not just him, from Wu Chao and Wenquan Xin's slightly stern expressions, it was evident these two also had some criticisms of Tang Xiaoquan's approach.

However, the older Zhao Yunhai saw through the young man's intent and immediately eased the atmosphere saying: "Alright, Xiao Tang, now that everyone is out, if there's anything to say, you can speak openly."

Unconsciously nodding, Tang Xiaoquan did not respond but shifted his gaze to Lin Junfu across.

Because he could see, the latter likely already had a strategy to deal with Hu Xiaodong's injuries.

Unfortunately, Tang Xiaoquan only guessed half right, while the other half...

Indeed, Lin Junfu had considered a method for treating Hu Xiaodong's injuries, but unbeknownst to him, it was a desperate measure.

In his own words, it was treating a dead horse as a live horse.

But no matter how it's treated, Lin Junfu absolutely did not view it as child's play, evident from his very serious expression: "Here's the situation, we first need to give Xiao Hu physical cooling. If the fever continues, his temperature control center will inevitably go wrong, so we must lower his body temperature as much as possible before he develops convulsive symptoms. Besides..."

The voice stopped abruptly at this point, Lin Junfu scanned over the crowd, then slowly continued: "Besides, we also have to perform surgery to stitch Xiao Hu's leg wound!"

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