Chapter 223 The Japanese Are so Cruel to Their Own People

"Oh, doctor, save me, I'm dying."

The patient in Tokyo Hospital shivered constantly.

The high fever of more than 40 degrees made him feel extremely cold, and his wrists and ankles began to turn black.

Half of the people in the entire hospital had the same symptoms as him.

A day ago, there was still someone to take care of him.

Now the people in the beds next to him have died, and no one has lifted them.

The whole ward was filled with painful wails.

The medical staff couldn't do anything because they were also starting to get sick.

Matsumoto trembled slightly as he walked through several wards, all with such wails, which was very similar to the laboratory of his troops in the puppet Manchukuo.

The difference was that they used to be Chinese, but now this hospital is full of Chinese people.

"Well, let's go, let's prepare the medicine together first, and hope that fewer people will die."

Matsumoto shook his head and walked towards the dispensing room that the doctors had prepared.

Arriving at the dispensing room, Matsumoto picked up the medicine, looked at the sunlight outside the window, and nodded.

"Two antibiotics can be used together, but there is an important point. Other drugs must be used in conjunction with them. That is... huh?"

Matsumoto felt something shining in his eyes from outside the window, like a small mirror.

Before he could see clearly, a bullet shot into his eye socket. The sniper bullet instantly passed through the back of his head and hit the forehead of the doctor behind him.

Matsumoto's head exploded like a rotten watermelon, with red and white splashing everywhere.

The doctors were stunned for two seconds before they reacted. They screamed and fell to the ground with their heads in their arms.

The young man on the rooftop in the distance, chewing gum in his mouth, muttered: "Little Rizi, can you see me from such a distance? And you're making random gestures at me.

Since the eldest brother asked me to act according to the situation, I'll kill a few little Rizi first to satisfy my desire."

Since he listened to Lili's translation last time, he wanted to kill a few little Rizi to satisfy his desire. This opportunity is rare.

I have to brag to Baozhu when I go back, after all, this guy boasted a lot when he made the bomb.

The doctor in the pharmacy carefully crawled to the hospital corridor, then leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who is it that actually assassinated Professor Matsumoto."

"I was so scared, how could such a thing happen?"

"What should we do now? We only know that there are two antibiotics, but we don't know the specific ratio and other auxiliary drugs."

"It's a pity, it would be better if Teacher Matsumoto could tell us..."

A group of doctors were discussing in a panic, and slowly everyone stopped talking.

The whole corridor was filled with only the wailing coming from the ward, like hell.

Despair spread in the hearts of these doctors.

The downstairs has been completely taken over by the police, and no one is allowed to enter or leave.

If the antidote on their side cannot be developed and the best treatment period is missed, everyone in the hospital will die.

"Or, should we follow Professor Matsumoto's previous practice?"

A hesitant voice sounded in the quiet corridor.

Others looked at the person who spoke in astonishment.

"Dean Okamoto, you..."

The person who spoke was Ichiro Okamoto. Although he was the dean, he was not very old, only in his early fifties.

"I don't want to die, do you want to die?"

Okamoto touched the bruises formed by bleeding in the subcutaneous tissue on his arm unnaturally.

The other doctors looked at each other, and they also began to have symptoms, not far from the stage of high fever and chills.

"No one is allowed to tell this matter, Dean Okamoto is also for everyone."

Suddenly someone took the lead to support Okamoto's decision.

Then everyone else nodded, they didn't want to die!

"Okay, now we sneak in and take out the medicine."

He didn't know whether the sniper in the distance had left, so it was better to be careful.

The brave doctor crawled in and took out the medical equipment and medicine.

"Now we start to mix the proportions, you remember your own proportions, and start the injection from Ward 12.

Remember to be responsible for your own ward, observe the patient's condition, and be sure to experiment with the best plan."

Okamoto gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

As for taking the Xiaorizi people as experimental subjects, he didn't think too much now, just wanted to keep himself alive.

Okamoto looked at the other doctors and took the lead in taking the medicine he had mixed into Ward 12.

There were four patients in the ward. The first one to be infected was now black and purple, and the others were in the middle and late stages of the disease.

Okamoto could only endure the discomfort in his heart and began to inject them.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that the super plague they created decades ago using Chinese people as experimental subjects.

It would fall on their own descendants again. This is probably the so-called cycle of justice, retribution!

After injecting the medicine, Okamoto sat dejectedly in the corridor, and the other doctors had not returned.

Night slowly fell, and darkness gradually enveloped the entire hospital, making him breathless.

The doctors slowly walked back to Okamoto one by one.

"Well, where is Dr. Tokugawa?"

Okamoto looked around. There were less than ten people in total, and only the doctor named Tokugawa had not returned.

"Dean Okamoto, Tokugawa... He seemed to say he wanted to escape." A doctor raised his hand and whispered.

"Damn it, he will kill us. Matsumoto has reported all the hospital situations to Xiaorizi's top management. Unless they prepare a special medicine, we can't get out."

"Pah-pah~" A crisp gunshot sounded outside the window.

Okamoto hurried to the window and looked down carefully.

I saw that the doctor named Tokugawa downstairs had fallen to the ground, and his blood slowly infected the ground.

"Boom~" The personnel wearing protective clothing sprayed the flamethrower directly on Tokugawa's body.

He was so frightened that he crouched down quickly. The others were also pale and extremely frightened.

"Dean Okamoto, I don't want to die. Let's continue the matching. There are still many patients who can be used as experimental subjects."

"Yes, please act quickly. I feel that my upper body temperature has increased."

"Please, we must find the best ratio."

...

Bei Ye looked at the still burning corpse with a livid face. He didn't understand why the higher-ups issued such an order.

They actually asked for anyone who walked out of the hospital, including animals, to be shot.

Large amounts of pesticides were even sprayed to prevent the spread of bacteria through insects.

"Minister Oda? Do you really want to do this?" Kitano couldn't bear it.

Oda, who was sitting in the car, sighed: "Kitano, this is not my order. I haven't received any news from Professor Matsumoto for two hours.

Professor Matsumoto specifically ordered that if there was no news from him within an hour, it would prove that the specific drug formulation had failed.

This is the only way to eliminate the super plague. "

"But Minister, there are a lot of people inside, and these people all have to..."

Oda shook his head, "Whether they die or the whole of Tokyo dies, Kitano, what will you choose?"