Doomsday America.

Chapter 405 Hospital

After saying goodbye to the couple who were about to get married, Gavin turned around and walked straight towards the Oscar-winning actor.

Seeing Gavin come and go in a hurry, Old Feng immediately spurred his horse closer to Gavin and asked in a low voice.

"Boss, we got here way too fast. Aren't we going to check on the warehouse?"

"What if, I mean, what if, someone steals the stored supplies from the warehouse?"

"what?"

Upon hearing Lao Feng's words, Gavin paused for a moment, then chuckled irritably and shook his head.

"Old Feng, think carefully about what you're saying."

"Stealing stored supplies?"

"Stop joking. If our warehouse were filled with tons of fake dicks and Fiji cups, I might have to worry that some pervert might play with them one by one."

"But our warehouses are full of stored grain, including raw meat, rice, wheat, and corn that need to be cooked before consumption."

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"Even vegetables and snacks are stored in the estate's warehouse."

When Gavin got to this point, Old Feng had already grasped the point, so he looked enlightened and listened to Gavin continue.

"If someone in the town camp really did steal beef from the warehouse to eat, then—seriously, let him steal it; we can't let people go hungry, can we?"

"Moreover, in this world, let alone finding buyers, we haven't even established a new trade market in our camp yet. The occasional small transactions we make are all barter."

"As for whether anyone will contact other nearby camps to move the goods out of our warehouse?"

"Stop joking, haha, there's no other base around here, is there?"

At this point, Gavin chuckled and spread his hands, indicating that things were settled.

If the cook doesn't steal, then the grains won't be harvested.

As long as no one massively seizes the Alliance's collective assets to provide aid to unfamiliar survivors in other survival camps, the occasional theft by warehouse managers can be left to their own devices.

Even Gavin couldn't guarantee that his subordinates would be completely clean.

After all, the league has never been clean from the start.

Or rather, this alliance, fundamentally based in America, has very few clean people.

Gavin's ability to keep the marijuana under control is already a feat comparable to that of God.

Old Feng nodded in agreement, and the two continued walking home.

They walked for another forty minutes, and by the time Gavin got home, it was already around ten o'clock.

After personally escorting the horse back to the stable, he also took Kili and his wolf guard back to the pasture.

Gavin stood on the meadow, watching Kiley and his guards from afar, and habitually mingled into the herd of animals running and playing on the prairie.

That herd was quite large, exceeding seven hundred in total, including cats, dogs, foxes, wolves, chickens, monitor lizards, and two bear cubs.

Martin and his team captured the two bear cubs during their exploration, along with a dead mother bear.

Okay, the mother bear actually died at Martin's hands. They wouldn't do something as ridiculous as finding a mother bear that died by chance and then taking her cubs.

After all, in Texas, most cougars are no match for the local brown bears.

Adult brown bears are practically invincible. Unless they suffer from a severe drought that causes them to starve or die of thirst, they generally won't die from falling off a cliff that's over 20 meters high.

The only ones capable of defeating them are mostly humans.

However, the two bear cubs didn't hold a grudge at all.

Even though Martin was their enemy, they became familiar with the other animals in the League in just a day and a half after returning to the League.

After some time, the two bear cubs have grown into young adults and look much bigger than the largest golden retriever.

These animals have been scattered across the pastures between the estate and the farmland recently, intently hunting various herbivores that attempt to approach the estate and farmland.

What rabbit? What groundhog?

In other parts of the world, those things are indeed growing wildly, recklessly invading various lands, and retaliating by reclaiming large swathes of land that humans have taken from them.

But at least on the league's territory—

Well, actually, the animals in the alliance can't take care of much territory either.

However, at least in the vicinity of the manor and farmland, the presence of these animals has prevented rat and rabbit infestations from taking shape for the time being.

As for whether the unmanaged lands outside will eventually lead to a massive outbreak of pests like the Rat or Rabbit plagues, which could then attack the camp—

That's practically impossible, because once the mice and rabbits multiply too much, nature will naturally intervene.

After admiring the animals for a while, Gavin felt refreshed and his mood improved a lot, just like the carefree animals.

Then, Gavin returned to the manor gate and casually grabbed a field agent who was passing by in the hall and asked him a question.

"Rivers, have you seen Father Hogan?"

"Boss?"

Rivers, who was called to a halt, paused for a moment, then stood up straight with a start. He first gave Gavin an American military salute, and as Gavin returned the salute, Rivers quickly said something.

"Boss, Father Hogan is in the hospital. You can find him there now. I just saw him walking that way."

"Okay, you've worked hard. Get some rest, young man."

Gavin chuckled and patted Rivers on the shoulder, causing Rivers to blush with excitement.

This guy is from Eugene Company. He just returned to the manor to rest after finishing his last expedition three days ago.

Logically, after finishing an expedition, they should rest for two days before continuing their journey.

But this time is different, because Gavin is about to embark on that golden road that stretches for thousands of kilometers.

So, all the guys who were resting at home in the second company automatically became Gavin's personal guard.

Of course, Gavin's real personal guard is the First Company, First Platoon, a small platoon of twenty men personally led by Edward and selected from the best in the entire alliance. Each of them is an elite in field operations, and they will also join the expedition on this long journey.

In short, Gavin will be taking around 65 people with him on this trip.

This included 20 people in the first platoon of the first company, 32 people in the second platoon of the second company, and some logistics personnel responsible for cooking.

Rivers was in the second platoon of the second company, so he, like his comrades, got two extra days of rest instead of going on the road.

This is also why Gavin smelled alcohol on Reeves.

Gavin sniffed, smiled, and patted Rivers on the shoulder.

Rivers rubbed his hands together somewhat awkwardly before saying goodbye to Gavin.

He noticed that Gavin could smell the alcohol on him, which made him a little uneasy.

So he stood there rubbing his hands together, not leaving. After hesitating for a moment, he finally took the initiative to explain to Gavin.

"Boss, I—I don't have any other work to do today, and besides, our company commander took us drinking!"

The guy first brought up his company commander, Eugene, but that wasn't enough, so he leaned closer to Gavin and whispered something.

"Our company commander is in the bar. Boss, do you want to go for a drink? There are still quite a few people there."

"Haha, you bastard!"

Hearing Rivers' words, Gavin retorted to the kid in an annoyed tone.

"I understand, I'll be there in a bit. You go ahead and do your work. By the way, since you don't have any work, what are you going to do?"

"Uh... Boss...

Faced with Gavin's persistent questioning, Rivers looked embarrassed and said helplessly to Gavin.

"We've run out of snacks. The company commander told me to go to the kitchen to find some snacks to go with the drinks. If the kitchen doesn't provide any, then I'll go to the warehouse and get some."

"Alright, go ahead, Eugene's influence won't work in the kitchen. Just say I told you to go to the kitchen to get it."

Gavin gave Eugene face and urged the boy to get on with his work, while he himself left the estate and headed towards the old estate left by his parents.

The old manor has now been transformed into the Alliance Hospital.

The emergency operating room that Gavin spent a fortune building for his parents before the apocalypse has now become a medical device available to everyone in the League.

The old manor was surrounded by a stable, and the open space between the stable and the old manor, which was more than 200 meters apart, was now filled with dozens of small houses.

When building their own houses, the guys always put in a lot of effort. In just over six months, those small houses that were initially planned now look quite impressive.

The workers bustling about in the middle of the house immediately took off their hats to salute Gavin when they saw him.

Gavin nodded and responded along the way, occasionally exchanging a few polite words with his men.

"Wow, Donald, your welding skills have improved!"

"Ah, Duncan, what are you planning to have for lunch? Roasted rabbit, freshly killed?"

"Haha, Joel, you planted something in your yard? What did you plant?"

"Castor beans? You want some castor oil too? No, no, just send my share to the warehouse. Thanks for your help, buddy."

"Long time no see, Gordon. Why aren't you drinking with your company commander Eugene and the others?"

"Didn't they call you? Fuck, did you mess with Eugene?"

"Alright, alright, it's a trivial matter. Go find them, it's just an apology. Don't act like a coy girl."

"Good afternoon, Rooney. Did you finish your work early? Aren't you the one who repairs streetlights? You just checked them all, and all the streetlights nearby are working fine, right? Well, you should rest now."

"Haha, Auntie Treyne, don't try to stuff eggs into my arms. I have to go to the hospital. I don't think headquarters would dare bring a few eggs to a patient."

"What? You want me to bring some apples over to your son? That's fine. Your son is in the hospital too, right?"

Until the middle-aged woman greeted him and asked him to bring some fruit to her son.

Gavin couldn't help but stop in his tracks.

He suddenly thought of some people who deserved his attention.

That's right, nowadays hospitals have more than just doctors.

There are more than twenty seriously injured people there, who are lying in the hospital slowly recovering.

In the past two months, as the league's foreign policy has become increasingly tough, no fewer than fifteen battles of varying sizes have broken out.

These fifteen battles not only took away dozens of outstanding field agents from the alliance, but also left behind more than eighty wounded.

More than fifty of the wounded suffered minor injuries and, after treatment, could, like Eugene's arm before, stroll around the estate to recuperate without disrupting their daily lives.

But there were still about twenty people whose situation was more worrying. They were also admitted to the hospital and were recuperating with difficulty at the old manor.

Gavin had visited her several times before, but until now, until this mother in front of him, she was afraid to see her son with her own eyes.

Instead, after seeing me again, he asked me to take the things to his child.

So what are these feelings in this mother's heart at this moment?

Thinking of this, Gavin concealed his increasingly serious expression, tried his best to maintain a smile as he accepted the fruit, and nodded to the mother as a guarantee.

This mother's child, if Gavin remembers correctly—

He is probably one of the most seriously injured people in the hospital.

Thinking of this, Gavin turned around again, and his expression finally darkened.

He walked slowly with heavy steps to the hospital entrance.

Originally, he just wanted to talk to Father Hogan about how to organize the wedding of Barn, the head of the town's branch base.

He wanted to get everything arranged before he left, so that when he returned, he could immediately use this wedding seating chart to give himself and some of the newlyweds he was destined to bring back an exceptionally grand and meaningful welcome party.

But now————

Gavin isn't in the mood to think about anything happy right now.

So, with a heavy expression, he pushed open the hospital door, forced a smile, and walked in carrying the fruit.

In the hospital lobby, which is also the reception area of ​​the old manor villa.

Two patients with broken left legs were sitting on the sofa chatting.

Upon seeing Gavin arrive, the two men instinctively straightened up.

Gavin could clearly see that their amputated legs twitched noticeably, as if trying to prop them up as before.

In the end, however, the two men gave up struggling. One of them stood up on one leg thanks to his excellent balance, while the other stood up with the help of a cane and gave Gavin a military salute.

"Boss!"

"His Majesty!"

Gavin nodded in response to their greetings, walked up to them, glanced at them, and greeted them in return.

"Good, the recovery is going well. Judging from this, you'll be able to be discharged soon."

"Yeah, boss, it's just—it's just that the two of us can no longer do fieldwork!"

The guy with the broken left leg picked up where Gavin left off, and said to Gavin with resentment.

Upon hearing this, Gavin paused for a moment, then gently patted his shoulder and said.

"Don't worry, the League needs everyone's strength. Even if you don't have as much strength as you used to, you still have your legs and your experience, and the League will always need you!"

"Of course, haha, we never worry about that, boss. I just feel it's a pity that I can't go out anymore!"

The man with the broken leg replied optimistically to Gavin, who nodded and then said goodbye to the two of them, heading towards the intensive care unit.

Shortly after, standing in front of the intensive care unit, Gavin took a deep breath and gently grasped the doorknob.

Click—

The door opened with a click, and Gavin took two steps forward, immediately seeing Father Hogan holding his Bible, standing in front of a guy whose body consisted only of his upper body.

He stood there, slightly bent over, holding the Bible in his right hand and gently pressing his left hand on the wounded man's chest, muttering something under his breath.

Gavin listened from afar and realized that it wasn't the doctrine and God that a missionary should constantly preach to believers, as he had imagined.

Father Hogan simply spoke gently to the injured player, telling him about the lifestyle he might choose in the future, offering his own advice, assuring him that he wouldn't be abandoned by the league, and that he wouldn't be rejected by his family.

It also tells the story of the first snowfall of the morning and the approaching winter.