Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 198 Cure
Ouyang's eyes lit up—an opportunity!

He suddenly exerted force with both legs, sprinting towards the airport at his fastest speed.

In order to get through the open area as quickly as possible, he dropped off all unnecessary weight, including gold coins.

The distance of over 300 meters should only take 40 seconds to sprint at full speed, but the soft snow and the remaining equipment still seriously slowed down the running speed, and it took nearly two minutes to cross the open ground.

Inside the airport, chaos continued as flames quickly spread to the fuselage. Airport authorities tried their best to extinguish the fire, but were unable to stop it from spreading.

The white-haired old man flew into a rage, demanding that the truth be found and that he be given a satisfactory explanation.

This is a customized private jet. Even before the pandemic, it needed to be ordered six months in advance. In the current situation, you can't buy one even if you have the money!
The airport argued its case forcefully and refused to concede an inch.

Ouyang thought the old man was someone the airport dared not offend, but judging from the current situation, it seems that's not the case!

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to know how the airport would react if he sniped the white-haired old man.

Unsure whether he had been exposed or not, Ou Yang didn't dare linger outside and slipped into Building Number One.

As soon as I entered, I bumped into a guard.

The guard was taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Ouyang was a little surprised, but he was prepared and calmly greeted, "Hello!"

It looks very familiar.

The two people were wearing identical coats. One had just come in from outside, his face hidden behind a face mask; the other had worn a face mask the whole time, so his face was also obscured.

It's a direct confrontation.

The guard racked his brains, but couldn't recall whose voice it was.

Ou Yang started to walk inside, but the guard quickly stopped him: "Who are you?"

"Stop messing around!" Ou Yang avoided the main point and completely ignored the other person's words.

The guard was even more confused, but he didn't suspect that the person was an outsider. He got up and prepared to argue with the man.

This is an experimental chamber; it's not a place where just anyone can enter.

Ouyang had no time for idle chatter. Seeing that the guard refused to let him pass, he suddenly attacked and punched the man in the temple.

The punch was powerful and heavy, causing the guard's head to swing outwards and his body to be thrown to the ground without a sound.

Ou Yang was also shocked. He looked up at the surveillance camera in the corner, dragged the guard directly under the camera, and suddenly twisted the guard's neck.

Peeking inside the building and finding no one, he immediately dragged the guard inside, randomly picked a door, pushed it open, stuffed the guard's body inside, and then, after thinking for a moment, removed the guard's mask and put it on his own face.

It's a bit stifling, but I can accept it.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pretended to be completely normal, and slowly walked down the empty corridor into the depths of the building.

At the same time, in the monitoring room.

An elderly man with a mustache held a cup of hot coffee in both hands, watching the plane burning fiercely on the screen, and took a leisurely sip.

Whether the plane burned or not was none of his concern, so he didn't care at all.

The man with the mustache was so engrossed in watching the spectacle that he didn't notice the physical altercation between the two guards on the side screen. By the time he turned around, Ouyang had already dragged the guards out of the frame.

The man with the mustache refilled his nearly empty coffee, added two sugar cubes, and continued watching the spectacle.

Ouyang moved from one screen to another, but his clothes were so deceptive that the man with the mustache didn't suspect his identity at all.

However, the building was too big, and the interior was as complicated as a maze. He was completely lost and had no idea where to go.

Ouyang suddenly regretted killing the guard so easily; he should have at least asked about the situation first... What a mistake!
After turning a corner, the wall suddenly turned into floor-to-ceiling glass, with rows of glass jars containing various internal organs on the shelves. Each jar was covered with mycelium, and mushrooms of different sizes were growing vigorously.

This scene was all too familiar. Ouyang couldn't help but recall his past experience and immediately realized that this was a laboratory researching fungi!
It matched the experimental chamber the guard had mentioned.

Just as I was about to leave, an old man wearing an inflatable protective suit and with a breathing tube on his head appeared in the floor-to-ceiling window.

But he only glanced at Ouyang curiously before ignoring the guards outside, carefully opening a jar covered in mycelium and focusing on the experiment in front of him.

Ouyang had no interest in watching any further and walked away on his own.

As you continue walking, a door suddenly opens ahead, and an old man pushes a flatbed cart out. On the cart lies a body with its head and face covered...?
The man glanced at Ouyang casually, then silently pushed the corpse away.

Curious, Ou Yang pushed open the door, and a row of stainless steel dissection tables came into view. On the dozen or so dissection tables, there was only one corpse with its eyes wide open in death.

The body had clearly been recently dissected; a huge incision ran from under the jaw all the way to the lower abdomen, leaving the chest and abdominal cavities empty, with all the internal organs nowhere to be found.

In a cabinet not far away, there were several glass jars containing internal organs, I wonder if they were taken from this person's body.

Ouyang quickly realized that the man's appearance was not normal, and he seemed to be a severely infected person.

Using dissected infected individuals for fungal research makes perfect sense!
Just as I was about to leave, a terrified scream suddenly came from deep within the dissection room: "No, no, no—"

Ou Yang's heart tightened, and he immediately went inside, quickly discovering that this place was a hidden paradise.

It was an operating room hidden deep inside the dissection room. Looking through the glass door, an old man was strapped to an operating table, and several doctors and nurses were preparing him for surgery.

Perhaps annoyed by his calls, the nurse gave him an injection, and Old Mi immediately quieted down, unable to move his entire body except for his terrified eyes that kept darting around.

“Let’s begin!” said the surgeon.

The assistant tied two thick plastic tubes to Lao Mi's body, one around his neck and the other around his thigh.

Dark blood flowed into the machine, quickly turning bright red and flowing back in.

"All done!" the assistant said.

Ou Yang raised an eyebrow in surprise. This thing looks like the legendary external heart and lungs!
The doctor nodded in satisfaction: "Tomby, your skills are becoming more and more proficient."

“I think so too,” Tomby said.

The doctor took the scalpel from the nurse and made an incision in Old Mi's chest, cutting down to his lower abdomen.

Ou Yang was so startled that his eyebrows twitched violently and his eyes trembled uncontrollably.

He wasn't a doctor, but with nothing to do after winter started, he learned a lot about medical knowledge from Jiang Yuwei.

Take surgery for example. It is an invasive treatment. Generally speaking, the smaller the incision and the shorter the exposure time, the faster the recovery. Therefore, minimally invasive surgery has become very popular in recent years.

But what did this doctor do? This wasn't surgery; it was clearly an autopsy!
But Old Mi was clearly still alive. Every time the doctor made an incision, Old Mi's eyes and eyebrows would tremble violently. If he weren't unable to move, he probably would have cried out in pain long ago.

However, the doctor didn't care about the patient's condition at all. He was incredibly fast and removed the heart and lungs in no time.

The nurse took it, quickly cleaned and infused it, and placed it in a special organ storage box for low-temperature preservation.

Witnessing this scene, Ouyang felt completely dizzy.

He initially thought this was for fungal research, involving taking internal organs from infected individuals. Although the infected individuals were still alive, it was somewhat inhumane, but still somewhat understandable. However, the lung showed absolutely no signs of fungal infection, and experimental internal organs are usually either soaked in formalin or culture medium. What was this about washing and perfusion?
Only organ transplants require this kind of treatment, right?
The doctor continued harvesting liver and kidneys: "Hurry up!"

The nurse agreed, closed the box containing the heart and lungs, and hurriedly walked out of the operating room. As soon as she opened the door, she almost bumped into Ou Yang.

The nurse was startled and cried out, causing the organ preservation box to slip from her grasp and fall to the ground.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" the doctor shouted sternly. "Get out!"

Ignoring her words, Ou Yang grabbed the nurse by the neck and shoved her into the operating room.

The doctor immediately became anxious: "Get out..."

Before he could finish speaking, the dark muzzle of an M27 was already pressed against his forehead. The curses the doctor was about to utter were abruptly cut off, his anger vanished, and all that remained was a head full of cold sweat.

what is happening?
The others remained silent, equally terrified.

"Speak, what are you doing!" Ouyang's eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

The doctor stammered, "It's...it's the same as usual!"

Ou Yang's face was ashen as he glanced at the box on the ground: "Who is this transplant for? Why is the donor still alive?"

The doctor was taken aback, and everyone else looked on in surprise, as if they had discovered something incredible.

"Who are you?" the doctor asked.

Ou Yang swung the butt of his rifle backhand, smashing the doctor's nose until it bled profusely: "Did I tell you to ask me? Did I tell you to ask me?"

Every time he asked a question, he would smash the doctor's face, breaking seven or eight teeth and leaving him barely breathing.

The others were trembling with fear, not daring to meet Ouyang's gaze.

The assistant suddenly broke down, rushing out without warning, yelling, "Help..."

Ouyang fired a shot in response, and thanks to the silencer, the gunshot was only slightly loud.

The nurse trembled violently, a puddle of liquid spreading at her feet: "No, don't kill me, I was forced to!"

Ouyang's chest heaved violently as he fired a shot through the nurse's forehead, and the body collapsed to the ground.

Turning back to look at Old Mi on the operating table, his empty chest had several large blood vessels clamped by forceps, and his half-removed liver and kidneys were haphazardly placed on top of his intestines.

Because the extracorporeal heart and lungs continued to function, Old Mi, who had lost his heart and lungs, was still alive.

But his facial features were almost distorted, and he managed to move his mouth with all his might, his lips seemingly trying to say "help".

Ouyang simply couldn't imagine how desperate Old Mi must have felt when he witnessed his internal organs being removed by an unscrupulous doctor.

He hardened his heart and shook his head: "I'm sorry, I can't save you."

Given Old Mi's current condition, unless a highly skilled medical team arrives immediately and stitches all his organs back together in the shortest possible time, there might be no chance of survival.

But Ouyang is not a doctor and doesn't have that ability.

Old Mi closed his eyes in despair.

With a heavy heart, Ou Yang unplugged the power supply to the external cardiopulmonary bypass machine.

He didn't look at Old Mi on the bed again, turned around and walked out of the operating room.

Killing the infected, capturing the immune, harvesting hearts and lungs from the living for transplantation... He connected all the clues, and a terrible thought immediately arose in his mind.

If a healthy person's lung is transplanted into an infected person before the infection progresses to a deeper stage, can this be considered a cure for the infection?

It's still the most thorough cure!
Who on earth is so heartless as to come up with such an inhumane method?

He turned around abruptly. Old Mi on the operating table was already dead, and his blood was gradually congealing in the transparent plastic tube.

Ou Yang originally intended to leave directly, but after thinking about it, he turned around, picked up the box containing the organs, and strode out of the dissection room.

The straight corridor was deserted.

Ou Yang walked straight down the corridor, and soon came to a closed door with a prominent sign that read: Infected Area.

Below are a few lines in smaller font: No entry without permission; Biohazard warning; Protective equipment required!

Ou Yang's gaze sharpened. Could this be a place where hostages are being held?

He tried pushing the locked door, but it remained motionless.

Ou Yang ripped off his mask, intending to shoot the lock, but unexpectedly smelled a faint spore scent.

I put my hand close to the crack in the door and smelled it; the odor became even stronger.

Peeking through the door, I saw a group of infected individuals, some dazed and others insane, locked up behind prison-like iron bars.

It really is an infected area?
Ou Yang suddenly felt a little confused. Could it be that the old man had just been infected, so the lesions in his lungs were not yet obvious?

Ouyang's eyes flashed, and he strode to the fire extinguisher box not far away. He opened the box, took out a Mi-type fire axe, swung the axe and smashed open the door of the infected area. Then he smashed open all the cages holding the infected from beginning to end.

He was alone and outnumbered, and rescuing his companions would be quite difficult. In that case, why not make use of the infected people here and cause some trouble for the enemy!
After doing all this, Ouyang left the experimental chamber as quickly as possible.

On the tarmac, the fire had been extinguished, but half of the plane was burned to wreckage, looking like a two-faced creature from a distance.

The white-haired old man and his family had disappeared, leaving only a group of staff to clean up the mess.

Ouyang ignored them, picked up the box containing the organs, and swaggered into Building No. 2.

Upon entering, you'll see a sign on the door that reads: Ward C5!

In the ward, the south side of the corridor is the patient rooms, and the north side is various functional areas. In the nurses' station, the nurse on duty is fast asleep, her head resting on the table.

It was already very late, and the lights in the ward had long been turned off, with only the corridor lights still on.

As Ou Yang approached, he noticed a card on the door of each ward, recording the patient's name, gender, and other basic information, as well as, most importantly, their condition.

He walked through the patient's journey, and the first patient received a lung transplant, the second also received a lung transplant, the third received a combined heart and lung transplant... He never had any other illnesses.

After passing through C5, there are C4, C3... then Ward B, Ward A.

The entire Building No. 2 is a huge inpatient ward.

Ouyang was shocked by the enemy's ruthlessness.

With so many wards and so many patients, each one of whom needs a transplant, where will we find so many organs for transplantation?

Just how many lives has this mysterious organization taken?

Building No. 1 is a research institute, Building No. 2 is a ward, so what about Building No. 3?
(End of this chapter)