Chapter 224 Special Medicine

Therefore, Okamoto and others were in vain, and everything ended at the moment of Matsumoto's death.

It is impossible for Xiaozhi not to know the information about the severe plague No. 40. Some experts and scholars from Xiaozhi came to a conclusion after intense discussions.

If there is no specific medicine, the best way to prevent the super plague from spreading is to treat it harmlessly, just like what the army did in Xinjing, the puppet Manchukuo.

At this time, Okamoto and others were frantically conducting experiments for their own lives. At first, it was just a ratio of two antibiotics, then three, four...

At the time of life and death, people are completely crazy.

These doctors, whose mission was to save people, have become executioners like their fathers.

The difference is that their butchers are no longer Chinese, but people from small lives like them.

The patients' whines, cries of pain, and curses were just like before, but they still couldn't arouse their conscience.

"How about it?"

Okamoto stared at several doctors with bare eyes.

"It works, but it's not obvious."

"The direction is right, keep going!"

"But the patient is almost dead."

Only then did they discover that due to the use of a variety of antibiotics, the patients' weak bodies had developed allergic reactions, and a large number of people had died.

"Oh, go ahead. As long as we can develop a special medicine, everything will be worth it. I believe Amaterasu will forgive us."

Okamoto sighed and instructed the others to continue.

Until dawn gradually dawned, Okamoto, who was feeling confused, heard a loud shout.

"Dean Okamoto succeeded, succeeded. After the patient was injected with the drug, his blood oxygen level increased, his breathing became stable, and his body temperature began to slowly decrease."

The doctor who was trying to find the best ratio said excitedly.

"Great, give us the injection quickly."

The few remaining doctors began to inject according to the proportion.

Half an hour later, Okamoto looked happy and said, 'It really works! ’

His temperature began to slowly drop, and the other doctors felt it too.

"Very good!"

"It works."

"Long live, you can survive."

Okamoto glanced at the excited doctors, "Gentlemen, Professor Matsumoto used more than a hundred experimental subjects when studying the No. 40 severe plague.

We developed a specific drug and only a few dozen patients died. What a great achievement. "

All the doctors were stunned when they heard this, ‘Dozens? Nearly a hundred people died on the eighth and ninth floors of the ward alone. ’

"Alas, others did not wait for our special medicine. I am very ashamed of this."

Now everyone understood what Okamoto meant and all agreed.

"Yeah, I feel guilty as a doctor."

"It's a pity. It would be nice if they could hold on a little longer."

"Time is also fate."

"..."

Okamoto smiled and pressed his hand down to quiet them down.

"Okay, let's go and treat other medical staff and living patients. The senior management will definitely commend us in our small days."

The special medicines heaped up with human lives have indeed worked, and patients with symptoms have begun to improve.

Okamoto also dialed Oda's phone number.

"Minister Oda, we have developed a special medicine."

Oda was in the car downstairs of Tokyo Hospital with a look of surprise on his face.

"real?"

"Yes, all medical staff have done experiments on their own bodies to ensure it is effective."

"Okay, okay, then come out."

"..."

Xiaotian put down the phone, his face immediately darkened, and he nodded towards his deputy.

The deputy nodded and hurried out.

Kitano, who was taking a nap in the car, apparently heard it, "It's so great that we have found a special medicine. Dean Okamoto is really amazing."

Oda glanced at Beiye and saw that Beiye didn't speak. He just stood quietly and looked in the direction of the hospital entrance.

Not long after, Okamoto walked out of the hospital door with all the living people.

Breathing in the fresh air, Okamoto felt that his decision was right and it was good to be alive.

The people behind him also looked like they were surviving the disaster. With so many people dying in the hospital, they were really lucky to be alive.

"Minister Oda!"

Okamoto waved to Oda in the distance.

But Oda didn't smile at all and looked at him blankly.

Okamoto thought he didn't hear, so he took a few steps forward and pushed aside the cordon.

Suddenly, many people wearing masks and protective clothing rushed out from behind Oda.

He picked up the rifle in his hand, and before Okamoto and others had time to react, bullets penetrated their bodies instantly.

Kitano was stunned by the situation in front of him. He didn't know why Minister Oda did this. There was already a special medicine.

"Minister Oda, you are crazy! They have developed a special medicine!"

Kitano stood in front of Oda and asked loudly.

Different from the bright red blood, dark blood flowed out of the fallen body and instantly filled the ground.

Oda ignored Kitano and just waved. The personnel with flamethrowers came forward instantly and started spraying the corpses on the ground.

At this time, Okamoto was not completely dead. He couldn't believe that he would be treated like this, even though he had worked hard to develop a special medicine.

In the end, it was all in vain. Watching the flames slowly coming, he fell into darkness...

"Bei Ye, there is no special medicine at all! If there were any special medicine, decades ago, the more than 4,000 imperial soldiers in Xinjing would not have..."

Oda realized that he had slipped his words and stopped talking.

‘Special medicine? The most effective medicine is harmless treatment! ’

"Let's not question the instructions from the top management. We will begin harmless treatment of Tokyo Hospital tomorrow!"

One day later, news about a fire in a Tokyo hospital began to be broadcast, and detailed data on casualties were being tallied.

In the end, the top management of Xiaori suppressed the No. 40 severe plague incident.

The purpose is simple. If the plague incident spreads, it will attract the attention of China, and the severe plague No. 40 cannot be concealed.

This contradicts the fact that Xiaori has always denied the existence of Unit 731, and the No. 40 severe plague will also become evidence of Xiaori's invasion of China.

This is what the top right-wing officials do not want to see, because they have been downplaying and beautifying aggression.

When Li Qing and others saw this news, they all smacked their lips at Xiaozhi's cruelty.

"You see, Xiaoli is just an uncivilized human being, even so cruel to his own people."

Li Qing pointed to the content broadcast on the TV and said.

The outcome of the plague incident did not meet his expectations, but he did not feel regretful. It was just a casual move, and it was already very good to achieve this level.

Although the number of deaths in the hospital is unknown, Li Qing's own guess is that there must be many.

As for how much he didn't care, they were all young people anyway, and at least a lot of right-wingers in Songtao District must have died.

"Brother, are you still going to do the next step?"

Crow was a little unhappy. After all, the plague didn't break out, so what he expected didn't happen.

"Wait for news from Lili. Gas bombs can be most effective in a confined space."

Li Qing said quietly.