18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 591

Upon hearing that Daniel was safe, Staff Officer Si didn’t linger with Stella. He turned to Collin and asked, “Dean Marshall, how are you feeling? If you’re up for it, could you possibly lend a hand at the hospital?”

Though Collin wasn’t feeling his best, he could manage, “Yes, I can.”

Stella’s face lit up, “Thanks, Staff Officer. I’ll take the professor with me then.”

In these extraordinary times, Staff Officer Si and his team didn’t want to occupy the treatment room any longer than necessary. Those who could help stayed, while the rest went back to the guest house to wait.

Once the door was closed, Stella pulled out a set of protective gear from her bag, “Professor, make sure to take care of yourself.”

Collin couldn’t help but chuckle; she hadn’t changed a bit.

The hospital was swamped with patients, so busy that there wasn’t even time for a bathroom break, let alone to eat or rest.

Stella could cope due to her youth, but the professor was getting on in years, and she couldn’t afford any mishaps with him.

Stella pulled out two lunch boxes, “Let’s grab a bite. We need our energy to work.”

Worried about potential conflicts between patients and medical staff, Stella had the foresight to request two soldiers to ensure Collin’s safety.

Upon hearing the latest updates, the hospital's loudspeaker blared, “Everyone, please form an orderly line, no pushing. Comrade Stella has specially invited her mentor, Professor Collin, to join us in consultation. Who is Professor Collin? He’s a national treasure of Australia, a distinguished physician with the honorary title of 'Miracle Healer'...”

Honestly, Stella could throttle the announcer.

It was okay to boast, but could it at least be plausible? It needed depth and sophistication.

Yet, the desperate survivors ate up the straightforward announcement.

Soon, patients were lining up in several orderly queues.

With a shortage of nurses, Vanessa organized a crash course for the soldiers to step in and help.

Things were progressing smoothly until gunshots suddenly rang out from the pharmacy.

Startled, Stella and Bran exchanged glances before hurrying to the pharmacy.

In the back kitchen of the pharmacy, a dead body lay in a pool of blood, while the soldier who had fired the shot was ordering others to drag the body away.

The dean arrived in a rush, “What’s happened here?”

The shaken pharmacy staff explained, pointing at the deceased, “I saw him sneaking something into the medicine cauldron. I tried to apprehend him and hand him over to the military, but during the scuffle, he was shot dead.”

The air was thick with moth powder, and without exception, every soldier wore a mask.

The shooter marched out...

Bran grabbed him and demanded, “Which unit are you from?”

The soldier tried to brush him off, “Peacekeeping force.”

“Peacekeeping force? Today, you’re under my command,” Bran said as he reached for the man’s mask. “You’ve got some nerve, firing before an investigation is clear.”

The soldier swung at Bran, attempting to break free.

Stella kicked out swiftly, knocking him to the ground in a few moves.

Bran held him down and gave him a couple of sharp slaps, “Dare to strike a superior? Who gave you such guts?”

At the sound of gunfire, more peacekeeping soldiers quickly arrived.

When his mask was pulled off, no one recognized him, and his uniform didn’t fit right.

An impostor!

Fortunately, the discovery was timely; the deceased had not managed to contaminate the medicine being prepared.

Stella examined the sachets carefully. The white powder was colorless and odorless, invisible to the naked eye, but it was definitely not anything good.

All the medicine was checked, the powder sent to the medical office for analysis, and the mysterious soldier taken away for interrogation.

The dean was grateful as he looked towards Bran. While he may have been a bit of a sycophant, he had thought everything through.

Had the saboteur succeeded, countless patients would have suffered, not to mention the hospital...

No, it wasn’t just about the hospital’s reputation. Stella would have been the primary victim.

She had donated the medicine, prescribed the treatments.

Lifted to the status of a deity only to be brutally cast down.

It was a cruel and lethal gamble, risking the lives of patients.