Author of "Doomsday Twin Boats": Crow to the East
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Zhou Zhou: I don't hear anything outside the window, I just want to survive.
Yan Zhouqiao: I'll help you survive, so do you have any other thoughts?
When the zombies broke out, Zhou Zhou had to pick up a man with a lot of force on the way to escape.
Under the pressure of life and death, she can't trust anyone. So she planned to put on her pants and not recognize anyone, and as long as she managed to escape from the most densely populated big city, the two of them would go their separate ways and find their own mothers.
Small theater
The phone kept reminding him of new messages, and Zhou Zhou came out of the bathroom, wiping his half-wet hair with a towel, while sitting on the edge of the bed and picking up his phone to light up the screen. New chat conversations pop up in a chat group called "Medical Waste" on WeChat.
Zhou Zhou graduated from a medical university, majoring in law that has nothing to do with medical care, and the devil knows why a medical university has a law major. Her first choice of major was anesthesiology, but because of a few points in the college entrance examination, she was finally transferred to the law major.
Although God closed a window, it was also a door for her.
Thanks to her study at a medical university, in order to strengthen the popularization of medical knowledge for several other majors that have nothing to do with medical care, the school has set up several basic medical courses, such as human anatomy, pathology, pharmacology, preventive medicine, etc., one-stop course services, which tossed a group of non-medical students enough.
However, after graduation, with the background of a medical university, she successfully joined the legal department of a Fortune 500 medical and pharmaceutical company, and started a legal screw.
When she graduated with a high salary of 20,000 yuan per month in a first-tier city, her clinical friends were still rotating internships in various departments of the hospital, taking a meager subsidy of one or two thousand yuan.
In the medical waste group is a few friends that Zhou Zhou met in the school club when he was in college, and there are all kinds of medical specialties, and now they are scattered in several tertiary hospitals in City A for training and practice, and the most complained in the group every day is the strange patients encountered in the department.
It was already past one o'clock in the morning, and the group at this time of day was relatively quiet, with at most two or three people on the night shift in the hospital chatting a few words.
However, at this time, the chat page box is refreshing the conversation at a rapid speed, interspersed with a few **and**.
Zhou Zhou clicked on the latest pop-up one**, only ten seconds, the lens was very shaky, and there was no focus. **The moment it popped up, there was a burst of screams and exclamations from the crowd on the phone.
Get people away! ”
The first two or three seconds are the cover of the white coat fabric, and then the figures alternate, some people are running forward, some people are hiding backwards, and it is not until the last three seconds that the core content of ** is filmed.
A woman in a blue dress is riding on top of a male doctor, holding something in her mouth. Because the lens is not in focus, the picture looks a little blurry. But at the last second, Zhou Zhou clearly distinguished the scene at that time.
The woman threw herself in the face of the man below her at the last second, biting down the man's already bloody face.
Zhou Zhou's breath stagnated, and his brows furrowed. Fingers quickly turned off the ** interface, and scrolled forward to read the content of the chat interface at a glance.