I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse
Chapter 647: Queue for Amputation
CHAPTER 647: QUEUE FOR AMPUTATION
Liu Chengkai’s arm had been bleeding for a long time. His classmates watched, their hearts in their throats. The blood was still gushing as heavily as it had at the beginning, and they truly feared Dr. Zhang’s prediction: that it would flow until Liu Chengkai’s entire body was drained of blood.
The moment the Bone Powder was applied, Liu Chengkai let out a piercing scream. A sound like a pig being slaughtered emanated from the private room, attracting Li Chenglong, who was frantically busy outside. He thought something else had gone wrong in the room.
The Bone Powder dissolved into the arm with astonishing speed. It then hardened, ultimately transforming into a layer of pure white skin that adhered tightly to Liu Chengkai’s arm.
No, it would be more accurate to say the applied Bone Powder *became* new skin on Liu Chengkai’s arm. Miraculously, the bleeding stopped.
"The blood, it’s stopped!"
"It stopped, it stopped!"
The classmates shouted, some in astonishment, others in elation. Jing Shu, still unconvinced, took Liu Chengkai’s arm and moved it around in circles. She even lightly cut the new skin with a knife.
It was very tough; ordinary force couldn’t penetrate it.
"Damn, that’s so cool! Liu Chengkai, you’ve turned into a stone man!"
"Liu Chengkai, how do you feel now?"
Wiping his sweat, Liu Chengkai said weakly, "It just feels numb all around. I have no pain perception. Nothing else feels particularly different, and it doesn’t hurt anymore."
Jing Shu nodded. It seems the rotten mermaid bones are indeed the antidote and can stop the bleeding. Although this new layer of skin is ugly and might cause issues later, it’s definitely better than amputation, right?
After confirming there were no adverse reactions and the bleeding had completely stopped, Jing Shu quietly told Liu, "Go find Dr. Zhang. Tell him I’ve found a way to stop the bleeding." She deliberately omitted any mention of the bones.
She decided not to reveal that the bones were the antidote just yet. Jing Shu had her own plans. As she recalled the villa filled with bones, the corners of her mouth lifted in a slight smile.
Jing Shu trusted Liu to handle things. Indeed, he understood her well and didn’t cause a commotion when he arrived.
At this time, the third floor of the New World Building had been cleared out to serve as a temporary treatment center, where over fifty patients had gathered.
These patients were all suffering from unstoppable bleeding due to bites or injuries inflicted by the rotten mermaids.
More than half of them had ultimately agreed to pay the exorbitant fees for amputation. A smaller portion consented to amputation without subsequent medication, reasoning that they should live if they could; otherwise, they would simply have to wait for death. However, the situation at that moment was dire.
Dr. Zhang had no time to worry about the patients’ fear. He had to prioritize the most severely injured—those whose legs had been bitten off. For them, the procedure wasn’t overly complicated; it just involved sawing off another section of the limb.
Two or three others couldn’t be treated in time and had already collapsed from excessive blood loss.
The third floor was filled with wailing, screams, and the stench of blood. The scene was terrifying, with people looking like condemned prisoners awaiting execution. Some had only minor cuts, while others, nearly bitten in half, were all desperately waiting for treatment.
The Township Government was determined not to give up on anyone. It all came down to the choices these individuals made.
Therefore, time was of the essence; the faster, the better!
The patients lay in rows. Dr. Zhang led a team at the front, performing amputations. Behind them, a professional medical team was responsible for staunching blood flow, administering injections, providing medication, and other necessary post-operative care.
When Liu found Dr. Zhang, the doctor, drenched in blood, was holding a saw, poised to cut near a patient’s buttocks. It was a grim situation: the patient’s injury was merely a scrape on the buttocks, yet the entire lower half of their body was about to be amputated.
"Stop! Spare him!" Liu shouted, his voice carrying an urgency as if delivering an imperial decree.
Dr. Zhang frowned. The patient beneath the saw trembled violently, and a foul stench spread through the air—he had wet himself in terror. "I don’t want the amputation! I’d rather die! It’s too horrifying..." he cried.
Dr. Zhang was displeased. Such procedures demanded speed, precision, and decisiveness. The patient had been mentally prepared, but Liu’s interruption had shattered his courage. What a pity, Dr. Zhang thought.
"What’s wrong? Did that boy finally agree to the amputation? Then have him get in line quickly. We’re only halfway through, so don’t waste time," Dr. Zhang said, unfazed. He wasn’t surprised they hadn’t found another solution. After all, his team had exhausted every known method over the past few days. If only they could return to pre-apocalypse levels of medical resources and have advanced equipment, perhaps then they could find a way, he mused.
Liu leaned in and whispered, "My boss found a way to stop the bleeding. She’s already successfully treated that patient."
"What?!" Dr. Zhang exclaimed, wiping the blood that had splattered onto his face. "How is that possible?" he asked, incredulous. "What method? What did she use to stop the bleeding? Is it a medication? Can it be widely applied? There are so many patients here! How did she manage it?"
The medical staff behind Dr. Zhang all strained their ears to listen.
Even the patients lying in rows stopped their cries.
The entire third floor fell silent for a moment. An eerie quiet descended.
"You should go and see for yourself, Doctor. I can’t really explain these professional matters, and I don’t understand them either," Liu said. Even though he had clearly seen his boss casually grind the bones and apply the powder to the patient’s wound, what if there was some special technique involved? He couldn’t just blurt things out; he had to be responsible for his words.
Dr. Zhang, still carrying the electric saw, didn’t hesitate and sprinted off. His attendants, shouting, hurried after him, struggling to keep up while carrying the heavy generator and other equipment.
What else could they do? This equipment was more valuable than their lives; it couldn’t be damaged.
And so, the blood-splattered doctor, brandishing an electric saw, burst into the relatively well-lit main hall, causing another wave of panic.
Li Chenglong, who had just stepped out of the private room to investigate the earlier commotion, heard fresh screams from the hall. He immediately rushed out again, thoroughly exhausted by the day’s constant crises. Honestly, can’t these people stop overreacting to everything? he thought, exasperated.
"Dr. Zhang is just being overly dramatic. Anyone who didn’t know better would think this was a scene from a movie."
"Even movies wouldn’t dare to film something like this."
Li Chenglong wiped the sweat from his brow as his soldiers muttered behind him. These people are really giving me a heart attack today, he thought.
"Where is he? Where’s the patient?" Dr. Zhang bellowed, bursting into the private room still holding the electric saw. He had to see for himself what method this woman had used.
Seeing Dr. Zhang charge in with the saw, Liu Chengkai nearly wet himself in fear. He shook his head desperately, "I’m healed! I don’t need an amputation! I’m really fine!"
Dr. Zhang tossed the electric saw to an attendant behind him and rushed forward. When he saw Liu Chengkai’s arm—now white and as hard as stone—his jaw dropped in astonishment. He immediately began a thorough examination.
"It’s like stone! So hard... How did it integrate with the skin? How did you do this?"
Jing Shu, who was squatting to one side, eerily grinding more bones, wiped the sweat from her brow. "Oh, Dr. Zhang, you’re here. Quickly, take this Bone Powder. Apply it to the patients; it will stop their bleeding."