Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 225 Only Eight Remaining
At 9:24 p.m., Ou Yang hunched over and walked to the door, ready to rush out.

Aunt Susan looked reluctant, but had no choice but to push Zhu Yiming's hospital bed behind her.

She was unarmed, while the Easterners were armed; she simply didn't have the courage to resist.

As she passed by Jiang Yuwei, Sister Wei heard Zhu Yiming's heavy breathing and suddenly sensed something was wrong: "Wait!"

He reached out and touched Zhu Yiming's forehead; it was burning hot.

Jiang Yuwei immediately lifted her hospital gown, took out her phone, turned on the flashlight, and carefully examined the wound.

Upon seeing the light, Ouyang immediately turned around: "What's wrong?"

"Old Zhu has a fever again." Jiang Yuwei gently touched the wound. "The wound is red and hot; it seems to be infected!"

Ou Yang couldn't hold back any longer: "An infection is an infection, why does it seem like it?"

"I haven't graduated yet!" Jiang Yuwei gritted her teeth and reminded her, wishing she could crack open the other person's skull to see what was inside.

Ou Yang was completely taken aback: "She was fine just a moment ago, how did she suddenly develop a fever?"

"It's probably because we use a lot of antibiotics over there, while the dosage used here in the US is too low. We need to find antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs as soon as possible."

Niang Xipi!
Ou Yang was at his wits' end, and his gaze immediately fell on Aunt Susan: "Where is the pharmacy?"

The woman was confused, but immediately replied, "On the first floor!"

The three of them speak Mandarin when communicating with each other, but they seamlessly switch to a foreign language when talking to outsiders.

The three of them didn't notice anything amiss, but Aunt Susan was different; apart from asking about the pharmacy, she didn't understand anything else.

Ou Yang gritted his teeth: "Let's go!"

After saying that, he opened the door, but did not go out immediately. Instead, he called Jiang Yuwei over and said a few words. After she nodded, the two of them took out their phones and turned on their cameras. One person pointed the camera to the left and the other to the right, and they both leaned out of the door and tapped the screen to take pictures.

Click!

Amidst realistic voiceovers, flashlights illuminated the corridor, and the sparse gunfire intensified once more.

I looked at my phone screen, ignoring the unfortunate guy lying on the ground. I could see three blurry figures on the left and only one on the right.

After a brief burst of gunfire, the noise quickly subsided. Ouyang repeated his old trick, rolling over and hitting the dark figure on his right with two quick shots. He then turned and fired several more shots to his left.

The figure fell to the ground, and not a single standing figure remained on either side.

Ouyang did not get up, but continued to fire at the fallen figures until he was sure that every enemy on the ground was dead before he rolled over and got up.

There were still seven or eight bullets left in the magazine, but he didn't hesitate to replace them with new ones: "Let's go!"

After saying that, he rushed out of the ward and advanced towards the wall with standard tactical movements.

Jiang Yuwei followed closely behind. The moment she stepped out of the room, the muzzle of her gun was pointed to the right, her finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.

The two each took a direction and turned their backs to each other.

Feeling that the two men's tactics were quite professional, Aunt Susan inexplicably gained some confidence in Asians. She quickly pushed the hospital bed out the door and tiptoed behind Ouyang.

Hearing the sound of the bed being pushed, Jiang Yuwei backed up, her gun always pointed behind her.

Three people shared one bed, lined up against the wall.

Ou Yang was highly focused. He paused slightly as he passed the first ward and whispered, "Cover!"

Jiang Yuwei quickly turned around, took a step to the side to break away from the group, and then quickly lowered her body, pointing her gun directly forward.

Ou Yang continued forward, taking small steps while pointing his gun at the ward, and fired several shots without hesitation.

He didn't have time to search each room individually, so he had to use this method to get through quickly.

After passing through the ward, Ou Yang immediately turned his gun back, and Jiang Yuwei also turned around at the same time, returning to the team while continuing to guard the rear.

Startled awake by the gunshot, Zhu Yiming, who was feeling dizzy and lightheaded, instinctively gripped his MP7 tightly.

He barely opened his eyes and found himself being pushed around. A door with several bullet holes was being moved past him. He struggled to move his submachine gun and aimed it at the ward, doing his part for his team.

People without thought, he must worry about.

Ou Yang is a person with a strong sense of crisis. During the months he was trapped outside Baifeng Town, he often pulled Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei aside to study tactical coordination, how to advance, how to retreat, what to do if injured, and he had already memorized the methods for handling various situations.

Because of their thorough preparation, both Ouyang and Jiang Yuwei knew exactly how to coordinate with their comrades, and their rifles were always pointed in the direction where the enemy was most likely to be hiding.

Jiang Yuwei's mindset was very subtle.

If she's the only one left, and has to stand in the center and play the main role, even if she knows what to do, she'll still feel particularly uncertain.

Looking ahead and behind, at a loss.

But it's different when someone is in the lead. When you have a backbone, playing support is like being a completely different person, without any psychological burden.

Jiang Yuwei knew that her mentality was wrong, but the former required her to make her own choice, while the latter only required her to follow Ou Yang or Zhu Yiming. They were two completely different things.

The procession continued forward, their path blocked by corpses lying haphazardly, and the stench of blood filling their nostrils.

Ou Yang was the first to step into the corpses. The ground was covered with fresh blood that had not yet dried. Every step he took on it left an indescribable stickiness and an uncontrollable urge to vomit.

It was very slight, bearable, but still very clear.

Jiang Yuwei is a medical student, and Aunt Susan is equally knowledgeable; their resilience is much higher than Ou Yang's.

Ouyang kicked aside the corpse blocking his way, and the body slid out, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

He suddenly noticed that the door to the ward in front of him was half open. On a whim, he kicked another corpse inside, like kicking a soccer ball.

The body burst through the door, and gunshots rang out in the ward.

Ouyang stopped with his back pressed against the wall. Bullets flying out of the ward whizzed past him, shattering two panes of glass and leaving several bullet marks on the wall.

Relying entirely on instinct, Ou Yang kicked another corpse into the ward, and a muffled groan came from the darkness.

He quickly leaned out and fired two shots, hitting the hidden gunman. He then shot another gun through the enemy's head. Only after confirming that there was no longer any threat in the ward did he turn his gun around and continue advancing.

The whole process was clean and efficient, and the pervasive smell of gunpowder diluted the bloodiness somewhat.

Just as Jiang Yuwei was about to reach the stairs on the left, she suddenly saw a blurry dark figure emerge from the other end of the corridor.

The corridor wasn't completely dark, but the lighting wasn't great either. She wasn't sure if she was seeing things, but without hesitation, she fired her gun while yelling, "There are people behind us!"

Ou Yang kicked open the ward door next to him, signaling Aunt Susan to push Zhu Yiming inside. Then he pulled the trigger to cover Jiang Yuwei's retreat.

The bullet fired by Ou Yang flew past Jiang Yuwei, but she seemed not to notice it and quickly retreated into the ward.

"Is anyone there?" Jiang Yuwei called out. "I couldn't see clearly!" Ou Yang shouted back.

There was nothing they could do; their ears were ringing from the gunfire, and they couldn't hear anything unless they shouted.

The corridor was narrow, and it was early spring. The windows were all tightly closed, so there was no way for the sound to escape. With each shot fired, my eardrums felt like they had been hit hard by a hammer, or like they had suddenly been filled with lead. The whole world was filled with a buzzing sound.

It takes a second or two for the buzzing sound to subside before you can hear the outside world again. Even if you open your mouth when you fire and get a mouthful of gunpowder smoke, it only provides slight relief.

Indoor shooting is too damaging to hearing, so Ouyang secretly resolved that he had to get a few pairs of tactical headphones no matter what!

Just as I was about to retreat into the ward, I suddenly noticed a flickering light under the stairs out of the corner of my eye, as if someone was moving around down there, blocking the light from the outside.

Ou Yang immediately leaned close to Jiang Yuwei's ear and whispered something.

Jiang Yuwei's expression changed, but before she could speak, Ou Yang had already kicked a corpse down the stairs, and gunshots rang out from the second floor immediately, quite frequently.

Ouyang's toothache started again; the gunshots were so frequent that he couldn't tell how many people were waiting down there.

The staircase is not at the end of the corridor; beyond the staircase, there is an elevator and a storage room.

If Zhu Yiming were alright, with ample time to slowly wear down the enemy, he could simply hide at the end of the corridor and patiently wait for the enemy to come to his doom.

Judging from Jiang Yuwei's words, Zhu Yiming's condition was not good, and they needed to get the medicine as soon as possible.

Ou Yang gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He rushed into the ward, tore at the bed sheet, and quickly tied a rope around it: "Hide here, don't go out!"

After saying that, he rushed out of the ward without looking back.

Jiang Yuwei almost choked on her breath and felt an urge to grab Ou Yang and demand to know what he was up to.

Fortunately, it was just an impulse.

As soon as Ou Yang stepped out of the ward, he saw what appeared to be a figure on the stairs. He immediately fired several shots, but the bullets missed their mark. However, the flashes of the gunfire revealed the figures of three enemies.

Ouyang continued firing and successfully took down two enemies.

The last one was quick-witted; he ran down the stairs in two quick steps and luckily escaped with his life.

Ou Yang gestured to Jiang Yuwei to cover me, then rushed to the end of the corridor, glancing back to see if there were any enemies while securing the rope to the window.

Jiang Yuwei stepped out of the ward and opened fire on the stairs.

She had no real objective; she was only trying to buy time for Ouyang. She fired only a dozen or so bullets before quickly retreating into the ward.

After tying the cloth ropes around his head, Ouyang first changed to a new set of magazines, then suddenly jumped out of the window and quickly slid down to the second floor.

The police officers surrounding the hospital witnessed this scene and instinctively raised their guns.

Rifles, pistols, shotguns, sniper rifles... In an instant, Ouyang was being targeted by dozens of guns of various models.

Then, when the officers saw the familiar cloth rope, they immediately realized Ou Yang's identity.

The portly police officer immediately stepped forward to stop them: "Don't shoot! Don't shoot! It's an Asian!"

Ouyang had no time to think about anything else; he was only focused on eliminating the enemy.

The outside light was brighter than inside the hospital, and it was impossible to see what was happening inside through the glass.

He immediately took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and pressed it against the glass.

The not-so-strong light shone through the window, illuminating a small group of gunmen blocking the stairs.

There are four in total: A, B, C, and D.

Further away, there were many corpses lying on the ground; the exact number is unknown.

Suddenly illuminated by light coming from the window, the gunmen immediately turned their guns around.

Ouyang pulled the trigger first, emptying the magazine in the blink of an eye.

The bullet pierced the glass and struck the gunmen who couldn't dodge in time, instantly knocking them down. Blood quickly seeped out beneath the gunmen.

Ou Yang kicked the glass and crawled through the window, the pungent smell of blood filling his nostrils.

He crouched in the corner and pressed the latch, the magazine fell off, and he was about to replace it with a new magazine when a gunman suddenly rushed out of the bathroom a dozen steps away.

Ouyang was shocked and forgot all about reloading. He dodged and released his rifle, drawing his pistol with lightning speed.

The two fired almost simultaneously. Ouyang felt a violent jolt in his chest, as if he had been punched hard. He was thrown backward uncontrollably and landed hard on his buttocks.

But he kept his gun pointed at the enemy, repeatedly pulling the trigger and firing more than a dozen bullets in one go. Although only three shots hit, he successfully took down his opponent.

The protagonist in the movie can sweep the world with just a pistol, but although the effective range of this thing is 50 meters, the combat distance is only a mere 15 meters!
According to Lao Mi's statistics, more than half of the handgun hits occur within 10 meters, the hit rate at 15 meters is only 30%, and whether you can hit a target beyond 15 meters is purely a matter of luck.

The two were about ten meters apart, and it was already quite remarkable that they managed to hit three shots in such a short time.

Ouyang didn't bother to check his own condition. He casually tossed the Glock aside, picked up the fallen rifle magazine, loaded it, pulled the bolt, and fired several more shots until all five gunmen were dead. Only then did he grab the Glock again and hide to the side.

He had about seven or eight bullets left in the pistol, but he didn't care. He changed to a new magazine before putting the Glock into the holster.

Rifles are for fighting, pistols are for saving your life!
Constantly monitoring the number of bullets in the magazine is crucial for saving lives in critical moments; whether or not to waste them is not the issue to consider at this time.

Looking at his chest, a bullet had struck the magazine pouch squarely, severely deforming the outer magazine and even causing several bullets to jump out.

The inner magazine was also damaged, with bullets embedded directly in it. Although the deformation wasn't as severe, it was still unusable.

Ou Yang grimaced, secretly thanking himself for his good fortune. Luckily, both magazines were made of aluminum alloy, offering some protection. If they had been made of polymer, he would have already said goodbye to this world.

Moreover, the location of the bullet was also crucial. If it had been just a little bit off, the bullet would have passed between the two magazines and then pierced his chest.

Ou Yang did a quick calculation: it had only been a few minutes since he rushed out of the ward, and he had already emptied three and a half magazines, plus two more that were lost in battle. Three of the seven magazine sets were gone. Not counting the one on the gun, he had a total of eight magazines with 240 rounds of ammunition left.

He couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed; this thing was too fragile!

I suddenly regret giving the MP7 to Zhu Yiming...

Ou Yang glanced around, picked up a Remington from the ground, and carried it with him as a backup, finally feeling a little more at ease.

While hesitating whether to go upstairs immediately to meet up with the others or to clear out the enemies before picking them up, several dark figures suddenly rushed up from the first floor.

Ouyang raised his gun and fired. The gunman at the front fell to the ground, while the gunmen behind him retreated, clutching their heads.

He hid behind the corner and fired continuously, vaguely hearing a scream.

Ouyang fired a number of times until there were only one or two bullets left in the gun, then took out a new magazine and clipped the right magazine onto the gun.

He usually uses the right magazine first and then the left, and only needs to observe the position of the two magazines to know whether it is time to switch magazines.

This time, there really are only eight left!
(End of this chapter)