TWO: St. Mary Hospital
"Every hero never asks to be the one because only fallen heroes shall be remembered."
Dr. Jack remembered seeing the sun shining orange when he left for work, but now the sun was above his head, emitting a scorching hot light.
There was a particular urge to curse in his heart.
As the only doctor in the city of Corona, his life is very orderly and disciplined because his father has taught him this since childhood
Wake up when the sun rises, have breakfast before going to work, rest for a while during the day, and then go home in the afternoon
Efficiency is his life motto
Inefficiency means wasting time
For Dr. Jack, wasting his time was more inconvenient than having his wallet stolen
In other words, it hurts but doesn't bleed.
St. Mary Hospital is not a large hospital; even by modern standards, the patchwork building called a hospital is not a small clinic that would qualify
Even if so-called medicine is just a side business, St. Mary Hospital can get the privilege to use electricity the Mayor himself, which means the role of this hospital is more vital than just a hospital.
St. Mary Hospital is a large three-story building hundreds of meters wide with a large pillar in the middle of the building
There are no stairs in this building; a circular path on the outside of the building connects each floor.
The original foundation of St. Mary is not an ordinary building, and this can be seen from the interior, which confused the Corona City builders.
There are only a few small walls that act as barriers to prevent someone from accidentally sliding down from level 3
They do not know
If someone from the pre-nuclear era had seen the remaining foundations of St. Mary Hospital, they would know this building in the past may have been a parking structure for cars.
That explains the thick foundation and spacious space without any walls
Apart from Dr. Jack, of course, other people are working at St. Mary Hospital
There are 20 female nurses from local residents, 10 maintenance officers, and a corpse picker named Grigori
Edmund Grigori
He was a pale-skinned man with the shiniest bald head in Corona City.
Even though he is shorter than Dr. Jack, Grigory has a larger, beefier stature that endows him with more strength than the average person
Corpse Pickup
This unique profession has duties that are the same as its name
As has been discussed, people in this world are seriously ill. Cancer kills people all the time, whether they are children or adults
And often, no one takes care of all these corpses. Life is hard and there is no time to take care of someone's corpse ceremoniously
Just put it in a certain corner and let nature work, this is how the people of Corona City lived before the Mayor opened St. Mary Hospital
This kind of thing is so commonplace that the people of Corona City are a bit confused by the Mayor's actions. It's a shame that the Mayor didn't say anything
Back to Grigori doing his job
Different from Dr. Jack can sit quietly and work under a cool roof. Grigori has to go around the city every day
No corpse can walk to the hospital on its own
Don't expect it from people, because no one cares, the people of Corona City have a famous saying
Only living humans have value
The sun shone brightly above Grigory's head, blinding everyone within 100 meters of him
"The demon of light is coming… running!!"
"Ahhhh… My eyes!"
"Which bastard directed the mirror to blind my eyes while walking!!"
Looking at the naughty child, the unlucky guy with burning eyes, and the stumbling old man, Grigori could only say in his heart, I'm used to it.
Thanks to his shining head, Grigori is more famous than the Mayor; it could be said that he is a local celebrity in Corona City, even though the people of Corona City do not have the concept of celebrity.
Grigori continued walking, ignoring the commotion behind him, until a man with antique sunglasses approached him.
"Mr. Gustav, how can I help you?"
"Ohh, Grigori, my friend, it's been a few days since old man Jenkins was seen; maybe you can pick him up from Krusty Street."
One of Grigori's eyebrows rose in confusion.
"Didn't old man Jenkins have his daughter Luna? Why are you the one telling this?"
Gustav laughed awkwardly
"Luna hurriedly left for Redsalt City after old man Jenkins died. If my house weren't so close to old man Jenkins, I wouldn't care ...
I haven't been able to enjoy fresh air in the morning for the past few days, and lately, the smell has become unbearable."
Grigori was silent and felt that this old Gustav had an adamant heart, enduring the smell of rotting corpses for days.
Someone else must have called him since the smell started to smell, and the conversation ended without discussing any other topics. After all, time was precious, so it was better to look for some earthworms for dinner; there was no ethical problem in chatting while eating.
After a short conversation with Gustav, Grigori went straight to the outskirts of Corona, Krusty Street.
Unlike the central part of Corona City, where people build houses using leftover foundations from old buildings, the people on Krusty Street dig their houses like crabs.
There is no problem with landslides because even on the ground, some foundations of previous-era buildings have been buried over time; the only problem is that the underground feels damp. You don't know when some random object will cover the air holes and kill you due to hypoxia.
Old Man Jenkins' house wasn't hard to find
Old Man Jenkins lives by selling earthworm soup in the city of Corona. The old man always says that his soup recipe has competitors who want to steal it.
but no one can deny that the Earthworm Soup is the most delicious in Corona City
It isn't very easy to find protein nowadays. Apart from fish and birds, the most accessible source of protein is earthworms, so it is not difficult to eat bird meat and fish every day if your identity is a City Major. For the other people, there is nothing better than earthworms, which are everywhere
add some pulp of young grass, and you will have enough nutrition to work until the next day
when he arrives at old man Jenkins' house. Grigori didn't bother to knock on the door
it only took one casual kick to open a rough door made of who knows what mysterious material
The old man Jenkins' house is small, only a few meters wide, enough to hold a few things and a simple bed. Even Grigori has to bend his body to enter it.
Without sufficient lighting, this small room looks very gloomy, with a rotten smell that has been fermenting for several days underground, and even Grigori can't control his churning stomach.
But work is work
as Buddha said
if I don't go to hell to save People, who else will go?
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