The rise of cannon fodder in the end times

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Chapter 138

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    Xia Qing quickened her pace.

    People came and went in the gate, and most of them were carrying basins and towels, splashing pots of blood on the small square. The strong smell of blood makes you nauseous.

    At the door, everyone gave Xia Qing aside and let her go in first.

    In the corridor, Uncle Li and others looked at the inside of the room while pulling on the wall.

    "How's it going?" Xia Qing asked as she walked over.

    Uncle Li was shocked when he watched too much, "No, many have to undergo surgery. We don’t have equipment and there are not so many people. We can only follow your method first. Take the purified crystal nucleus solution first. Sprinkle it and stop the blood first,"

    "But if you don't deal with it as soon as possible, at least half of the people in it will not be able to stand it, and the crystal nucleus solution is not enough, Xia Qing, what should I do?"

    "Right, mutation? Does the beast have bacteria? Will the bitten person change?"

    Xia Qing looked inside through the glass window. The doctor was dealing with it, and the patient was in pain.

    None of this can be helped by her.

    Turning back and saying: "Animals have bacteria, but there is no zombie virus. If disinfection is in place, it will be fine... First, take me to see the dead... How many people have died this time?"

    Uncle Li said, "Dead at the current location. Thirty-eight people, of which twelve have supernatural powers, and the remaining twenty-six are all ordinary people!"

    Xia Qing shook her head and snorted coldly: "The base suffered a heavy loss this time. All the supernatural powers survived. Responsible!"

    "This is not so good, right?" Uncle Li frowned.

    Xia Qing ignored him, her words were not in vain. wail.

    Soon to the end of the corridor, one after another crying came from the house, and it was the family members who were weeping.

    Xia Qing walked into the room with a cold face.

    The room was full of beds, leaving a passage for one person to pass through. On the beds were the villagers who had been killed this time, covered with white sheets, and crying on the sides of each bed.