Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Yangcheng People's Hospital, as a key medical facility in the core area, experiences extremely high daily patient traffic.

On the day the blood rain fell without warning, this place instantly transformed from a sanctuary for saving lives into a living hell.

Patients seeking medical help, accompanying family members, and rushing medical staff... countless lives were lost in the confined spaces. On the third day of the apocalypse, of the original more than four thousand hospital staff, fewer than four hundred survived, a mortality rate exceeding 90%!

When Lin Chen arrived at the obstetrics and gynecology area, she witnessed the following scene:

In a relatively intact examination room, a female doctor is doing her best to save a pregnant woman.

She was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with delicate features and a calm demeanor.

Even as the zombies roared outside and the sounds of them banging on the door were terrifying, her movements remained steady and practiced, her eyes focused, showing no sign of panic.

Five nurses stood beside her, acting as her assistants with equally focused expressions, though each of them wore expressions of exhaustion and fear.

"Dr. Wu Jie, it's no use! She fell too hard while trying to avoid the zombies, and the fetus... can't be saved!" A nurse looked at the monitoring indicators, her voice trembling with tears.

"The adults are in danger too, they're bleeding heavily! The building is full of zombies, we can't get any blood plasma..." Another nurse said, her voice trembling as she looked at the sheets that were already soaked in blood.

"Use a rolled-up gauze to hold it in her mouth to prevent her tongue from biting. There's no other choice now, we can only do our best!" Wu Jie gritted her teeth, but her voice was unusually calm.

Hemostasis, medication, cardiopulmonary resuscitation... the six of them exhausted every means at hand. Time passed amidst suppressed sobs and the sound of banging on the door from outside.

Ultimately, the curve on the monitor turned into a cold, straight line.

"...If there were blood plasma, they could definitely save him..." A young nurse slumped to the ground, covering her face and sobbing softly.

Exhausted, the six silently wiped the blood from their hands and slumped to the floor against the wall. Wu Jie silently picked up her nearly empty bottle of drinking water and handed it to the weeping nurse.

Lin Chen, who remained hidden to the side throughout, watched the female doctor named Wu Jie, a slight stirring in his heart:

"Remaining calm under pressure and fulfilling her responsibilities to the very last moment. She's a capable person. In the future... what if Xiaoya, Yunjie, or other women become pregnant and encounter similar situations? A professional obstetrician-gynecologist is indispensable."

—They must be "saved".

Of course, he readily admitted that Wu Jie's upright posture, beautiful appearance, and clean and neat temperament were also undeniable pluses.

Immediately, Lin Chen appeared and, using his well-practiced "methods," led this small team, who had persevered in their post despite the dire situation, away from the predicament.

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Finally, Lin Chen arrived at the last stop of his trip—the emergency center.

The hall was stained with blood, teeming with zombies, and overturned and broken rescue equipment and furniture, leaving it in complete disarray.

Lin Chen first collected all the uncontaminated supplies from the perimeter, then headed towards the last few closed resuscitation rooms and operating rooms deep inside the emergency room.

Most of the rooms were either empty or filled with wandering zombies. Finally, he stopped in front of a tightly closed, heavy metal operating room door.

There was no observation window on the door, but one could faintly hear suppressed voices and the slight clanging of metal instruments coming from inside.

"Locked from the inside?" Lin Chen raised an eyebrow. Once this type of door is locked from the inside, it is extremely difficult to force it open from the outside, especially if you don't want to alert any potential zombies.

He did not try to pick the lock or shout.

The next second, with a slight sway, he activated spatial teleportation, passing through the heavy door and appearing silently inside the operating room.

The strong smell of disinfectant mixed with the stench of blood hit the air.

The operating room was brightly lit, and about a dozen medical staff dressed in surgical gowns or scrub suits, wearing masks and caps, were nervously gathered around the operating table in the middle.

On the table lay an elderly male patient, his face ashen and devoid of color. He had an open wound on his chest, which, though simply bandaged, was soaked with blood. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was so faint that his chest was barely rising and falling.

A young female doctor stood beside the operating table, her sterile gloved hands pressing firmly on another bleeding point on the patient's abdomen. Fine beads of sweat covered her forehead, sliding down her pale cheeks and soaking the edge of her mask.

Her white coat was stained with dark red blood at the hem and cuffs, making her look as if she had just been pulled from a pool of blood. But her eyes, visible outside her mask, were as bright and determined as cold stars, with an almost obsessive focus, as she stared intently at the faintly fluctuating waveform on the monitor.

Lin Chen's sudden appearance was like a boulder thrown into stagnant water.

"Who?!" The female doctor reacted swiftly, jerking her head up and glaring at Lin Chen. Her voice, hoarse with exhaustion and tension, was sharp and unyielding. "Who are you?! How did you get in?!"

Her pressing motion did not loosen in the slightest, as if she were pressing her own life onto that fading lifeline.

Before Lin Chen could respond, a male doctor in his thirties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with a meticulously styled haircut, stepped forward and stood between her and Lin Chen.

His face was a mixture of tension, excitement, and a deliberate performance of "heroism" and "flattery." He spread his arms wide and shouted in an exaggerated tone:

"Stop! Don't come any closer! Dr. Shen is doing everything he can to save the patient! If you dare to interfere or disrupt the treatment, I... I, Li Zhiyuan, will be the first to fight you to the death!"

Lin Chen's gaze swept calmly across the entire room.

Apart from the "heroic" Li Zhiyuan, the rest of the medical staff all looked exhausted, with sunken eyes. Some of them were even swaying slightly while standing, and their surgical gowns were wrinkled and covered with blood and dust.

Li Zhiyuan, the only one who was wearing surgical scrubs, looked much cleaner. His hair was perfectly styled, his gold-rimmed glasses were polished to a shine, and he was full of energy. He obviously didn't do much actual rescue work and probably spent more time "directing" or "performing".

Just then, an older doctor with gray hair knelt down beside the patient's head, quickly checked her breathing and carotid artery, then straightened up, shook his head heavily and helplessly at the female doctor kneeling on the ground pressing her chest, his voice hoarse:

"Xiyuan, give up... Her heart stopped beating, her pupils dilated. She... is gone. We... really did our best."

The old doctor's eyes were filled with grief and helplessness.

"Dr. Shen, there's really no hope. She's bled to death long ago; it's a miracle she's held on this long." Another male doctor, in his forties with a kind face, stepped forward and gently advised, patting the young female doctor on the shoulder.

However, the female doctor known as "Shen Xiyuan" seemed not to hear, or rather, refused to hear.

Her hands, pressing down with excessive force, were white at the knuckles and trembling slightly, yet she still did not loosen her grip. Her eyes were fixed on the electrocardiogram on the monitor, which had become a straight line, as if she wanted to "see" the rise and fall of that line again with her gaze.

Upon seeing this, Li Zhiyuan, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses, immediately stepped forward and squatted down next to Shen Xiyuan, his face displaying an expression of extreme heartache, his voice deliberately softened:

"Xiyuan, don't do this! You haven't slept for three days and three nights. Your body will collapse if you keep going like this! Please rest! Seeing you like this breaks my heart!"

"Deputy Section Chief Li Zhiyuan!" Shen Xiyuan finally reacted. She turned her head sharply, her eyes above her mask flashing with cold, undisguised disgust and anger. Her voice trembled slightly as she suppressed her rage. "Please have some self-respect! We're just colleagues, and we're not even close in private! Please call me 'Dr. Shen' or 'Shen Xiyuan'! Don't be so intimate! Now, please move aside and don't bother me!"

Li Zhiyuan was publicly reprimanded, his face turning red and white in an instant. He was extremely embarrassed and took two steps back awkwardly. A flash of malice and anger quickly crossed his eyes, but it was soon covered up by hypocritical concern.