Snowstorm: I'm Super Rich in the Apocalypse-Chapter 68 - The Plague Strikes
Chapter 68: Chapter 68: The Plague Strikes
Chapter 68 -68: The Plague Strikes
After the snow on the roads melted quickly, most of it turned into water without much evaporation. Plus, many frozen pipes had burst, and the drainage was completely blocked, so it seemed as if the waters had risen outside.
Their community was better off, with an underground parking garage, so the water all flowed down there, but it meant that all the cars in the neighborhood were submerged. Of course, there was nowhere to refuel now, so even if they weren’t flooded, the cars were of no use, but at least they looked nicer before.
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Before they were submerged, Gu Pan and Lu Ruisheng had taken a walk below and collected two good cars in the Space. They had recently cleaned out the Space, cleared some area, and these cars could be used at any time in the future, so it was best to have a few spare.
Now, the underground was full of dirty water with a stench, and, on the ground, the previous garbage frozen in the snow, and the corpses that weren’t managed by families during the extreme cold were gradually exposed.
Many rats emerged on the streets. The rats were big, with red eyes, long fur, dark color, and thick tails. They looked terrifying and were nauseating to some extent. Most importantly, these creatures could swim.
Of course, some people who were extremely hungry couldn’t afford to be choosy and began to catch and eat the rats since they were, after all, meat.
Once the temperature rose above zero, Gu Pan and the others stopped going out and stayed inside the building instead, as they had plenty of space to move around and could now even access the rooftop.
They also figured out a way to dispose of household waste by hanging a rope from the top floor to a pole across an empty lot, allowing them to slide the trash over without needing to go outside.
The vegetables they had been growing inside the house were now edible. To celebrate, Gu Pan decided to treat everyone to a hotpot meal.
The tender lamb and fresh vegetables almost brought everyone to tears.
This also gave them more confidence in their upcoming planting.
After a peaceful night, the next day saw many more people outside because a temperature of around twenty degrees was something everyone had been dreaming of for months.
Moreover, with the snow melted, it became easier to find food, and those who had been starving came out, hoping to scavenge the previously snow-covered areas for something to eat.
Standing at the window and looking down, Gu Pan knew that now was indeed a good time to find supplies, but it was also when the plague was most rampant and the death rate highest. The supplies in her Space were enough for her and her husband to use for a lifetime, so there was no need to risk going out at this time.
As long as someone had gold, she would have supplies to barter. After all, in the future, a box of family planning supplies could be exchanged for two pounds of gold, so there was no need to rush.
At this moment, Cheng Yang and Chen Lang had already started cultivating the roof. They both had the strength and energy for the task; loosening the soil suited them well.
The temperature on the second day did not continue to rise but stabilized at twenty degrees. People in the community cheered as they felt the apocalypse had passed and everything was returning to normal.
Of course, there were also many like Gu Pan who realized the plague was about to strike and started looking for safer places to live.
But they didn’t have enough food, so even if they reached so-called safe places, it was only temporary since they still needed to go out for food.
This was why Gu Pan couldn’t tell the survivors that a plague was coming, because even if she did, wouldn’t they still have to go out to find food?
On the morning of the third day, someone was crying out for a doctor downstairs, the noise was loud.
“I know there’s a doctor in this building, please, save my son, he must have eaten something bad, has been having diarrhea all night, and is barely hanging on; now he’s alternating between feeling cold and hot, throwing up whatever he eats. Please help us this once, if we were going to starve to death, we wouldn’t come begging, as we couldn’t get food ourselves, it’s embarrassing, but as the saying goes, ‘save the one in immediate danger but not the one in chronic poverty,’ we really have no other choice,” a man’s voice from downstairs was loud and full of despair.
Gu Pan picked up the intercom and said to Feng Zhekai, “Confirm his condition, and if it can be determined to be an infectious disease, then tell him how to prevent it. Don’t worry about others hearing; if they overhear, it serves as protection for them too. After that, make it clear that we don’t have medicine, no protective measures, and that even with medical skills, it’s useless. This plague is highly infectious; if you go to see him, you will only get infected, unable to treat anyone.”
Feng Zhekai understood what Gu Pan meant; this was also to prevent further requests for medical help because they couldn’t take care of such things. With the current temperature, where would there be medicine available? After he acknowledged her, he walked to the window.
He opened the window and shouted down, “I’m a doctor. Please tell me carefully about the child’s condition. How old is the child? When did it start? What has he eaten before? What has he come into contact with?”
The man, as if he had seen a savior, quickly said, “My son is ten years old. It was warm yesterday, and in the morning, his grandmother took him out for some fresh air. They walked around the neighborhood. On the way, the child picked up a toy and was quite happy when he came home. After coming home, he had a bowl of porridge. He took a nap at noon, woke up feeling unwell, but we didn’t take it seriously. In the evening, after eating a piece of steamed bun, he started having stomach troubles and vomiting. We thought it was just a cold, so we made some hot water for him to soak his feet, but it was useless. Now he doesn’t even have the strength to vomit anymore and has started to have a high fever.”
Feng Zhekai let out a sigh after listening, confirming it was the plague. He shouted down, “Based on what you’ve described, it’s almost certain that your child has dysentery, an infectious disease. After the apocalypse, if disinfection isn’t done properly, plagues can easily break out. Although I am a doctor, I don’t have any medicine or any medical equipment. If I go out, I won’t have any effect except to infect one more person.”
After speaking, he cleared his throat and continued, “You should also be careful about other people’s safety at home. If there are symptoms of the plague in the family, isolate the person first to avoid infecting others. When contacting people, wear a mask if you have one; if not, use clean cloth to cover your face with several layers to block droplets transmission. Water must be boiled before use, best not to use contaminated water from outside because it carries viruses. Moreover, bodies must be cremated or buried to minimize infection, and try to enhance your body’s resistance as much as possible. Don’t come out easily, and if you must go out, make sure you take protective measures. That’s all the help I can offer you.”
These words, of course, were not only for the man downstairs but also for the entire community.
When Feng Zhekai was speaking, survivors in the nearby buildings who had opened their windows to listen in. Upon hearing it was a plague infection, some confirmed their earlier suspicions, some were shocked, and others began to complain that God was not letting people live.
The man seeking medical help heard Feng Zhekai’s words, stumbling a few steps because he himself had also thought of this possibility. Currently, only his elderly mother was taking care of his son, as she guessed it was an infectious disease and didn’t let the parents come near him, saying she was old and wasn’t afraid to die.
Their family had been doing well since the elderly were always in the habit of stockpiling food, so they had all luckily survived until now. The temperature had risen in the past two days, and both the old and the children had come out for walks, only to have contracted the plague unexpectedly.
What more could he say? The doctor’s words were indeed indisputable. Without medicine, without medical equipment, even if a doctor went to see the patient and made a diagnosis, what then?
The man said nothing more and walked back toward his own building, filled with despair.
