Chapter 72 Smooth

　　very dark.

　　After entering the room,

　　The small window was not big enough to let in enough moonlight, so it was normal to be pitch dark.

　　Carl turned on the flashlight. The beam of light was not very thick, but as Carl moved, it was barely enough to see the situation in the room clearly.

　　"Carl, this way."

　　Sean waved to Carl from behind the door.

　　Carl walked over and whispered, "Have you checked outside?"

　　"There are no zombies in the corridor, but I'm not sure about other places. As long as I open this door, danger may occur at any time."

　　"But you have to open it, come on Sean, as soon as possible, let's go straight to the second floor."

　　"Why?"

　　"Because I think what we need is on the second floor."

　　Carl wasn't particularly clear, but when he thought about it carefully, he still remembered some details, such as that Sean and Otis jumped out of the second-floor window.

　　It was at that time that some scenes outside the building flashed by, and Carl felt that this building was the most similar, so he chose this building.

　　Sean didn't ask any more questions and gently opened the office door. Carl wrapped the flashlight with his clothes.

　　The light through the clothes was very weak, and I could only barely see a few meters in front of me, but this was enough.

　　It's better than accidentally shining the flashlight into the zombies and alerting them.

　　After walking out the door, Sean judged the direction and waved to the right.

　　Carl understood and followed Sean to the corridor on the right.

　　The two were walking in the middle of the corridor. There were doors on both sides of the corridor. They didn't know what was behind the doors, nor did they know whether the doors were open or closed.

　　But if you don't need to go in, it's best not to go near them.

　　Things went smoother than Carl expected, but because they went so smoothly, Carl felt it was a little unreal.

　　Carl and Sean successfully reached the second floor via the stairs, without even encountering any zombies.

　　At the entrance of the corridor on the second floor, Sean stopped, looked at Karl, and asked in a very light voice, "Do you know the exact location?"

　　"No, but you can pay attention to the house number, there should be a sign."

　　Sean nodded and walked slowly into the corridor.

　　The corridor was dark, except for some faint light a few feet in front of him, the rest was completely dark.

　　Like a monster's big mouth, waiting for its prey to fall into its trap.

　　Carl didn't know if he had claustrophobia, but he was indeed a little scared at the moment.

　　What we fear is never the black, but the unknown.

　　"call..."

　　Apart from the slight sound of breathing and the faintly audible heartbeat, it was so quiet here.

　　"This should be a medical school, right?"

　　As if he couldn't bear the torment of silence, Carl couldn't help but ask softly.

　　"To be precise, it should be a nursing school. It's not even a university, let alone a college."

　　"In that case, there might be something we need here."

　　Carl stopped and pointed the flashlight through his clothes at a door with a logo on the door frame.

　　"Simulated operating room"

　　Sean looked in the direction of the light, couldn't help but smile, and whispered,

　　"I'll open the door first. You stand back and be alert."

　　"OK."

　　Carl pulled out the Glock, put it back in, and then pulled out the Apocalypse Snake.

　　When you are about to succeed, that's always the time when accidents are most likely to happen. Isn't that always the case in TV dramas?

　　"Squeak~"

　　Sean pushed the door open very gently, but it still made a small noise.

　　The noise was indeed not loud, but it still seemed a bit harsh in the quiet corridor.

　　Sean was very alert, holding a flashlight in one hand and a dagger in the other. After pushing open the door, Sean's flashlight shone directly into the room without any hesitation.

　　At the moment, Carl hasn't heard any roars from the zombies, so normally, there should be no zombies nearby.

　　And now it is indeed normal. Sean looked around the room carefully, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

　　There are no zombies.

　　"Carl, come in."

　　Carl followed Sean into the room and closed the door gently, but did not close it. Then he said to Sean,

　　"Sean, help me keep watch while I look for the equipment."

　　"No problem, but you should be careful."

　　"Um."

　　Carl moved the flashlight beam and looked around the house.

　　It looks like the operating room on TV, with only one bed in the middle, but there are curtains on both sides. I don't know what they are.

　　Carl didn't look at it too much. There was a small cart next to the bed, and that was where the surgical instruments were placed.

　　Morphine, norepinephrine, nikethamide, dopamine, metaraminol...

　　It was full of first aid medicines. Carl turned back to Sean and said, "Give me the backpack."

　　Carl and Sean only brought one backpack, and one backpack was enough.

　　Sean took off the backpack and handed it to Carl.

　　Carl didn't put these anesthetic and first aid drugs in first. Although they were packaged, he couldn't press them down.

　　Hemostatic sponges, sterile bandages, surgical sutures...these are placed at the bottom.

　　Next is a whole pack of unopened syringes, a manual respirator, and a complete set of surgical tools.

　　Scalpels, knife handles, vascular forceps, tissue forceps, tweezers...

　　But these were used, and some of the tools even had some stains on them.

　　In fact, all surgical instruments should be prefixed with "sterile", but many delicate surgical instruments cannot be thoroughly disinfected by conventional disinfection methods.

　　"Shit!"

　　Carlben planned to pack up this set first and then look for another one. If it doesn't work, he would just have to make do with it.

　　But now we have no choice but to look for it, because this set of surgical tools is missing a very important tool, the hemostat.

　　However, Carl still packed up the tools, then some miscellaneous items, and finally the more than ten boxes of medicine.

　　After zipping it up, Carl carried the now heavy backpack back to Sean.

　　"How is it, have you got everything?" Sean asked as he put on his backpack.

　　Karl shook his head slightly. "We are still short of a set of surgical instruments. Although we have one, it is not the best choice, and we don't have hemostats. Help me look here to see if there are any new surgical instruments or hemostats."

　　"By the way, what do hemostats look like?" Sean asked.

　　Karl thought for a moment and said, "Hemostatic forceps is actually a general term. There are several types of hemostatic forceps, straight hemostatic forceps, curved hemostatic forceps, angled hemostatic forceps, and mosquito hemostatic forceps.

　　But they all look similar, similar to a pair of small scissors, with a very small front end. If you find one like that, call me."

　　"All right."

　　Carl made sure that there was nothing left on the tool cart, so he turned his attention to the hospital bed.

　　The flashlight beam shone over there.

　　There is a quilt, and it is bulging, so there is probably something inside.

　　Carl didn't know if it was a model or a corpse, or if the quilt just happened to be shaped like that.

　　But Carl still raised his vigilance, took out the color of the end times, slowly approached, and handed out the snake of the end times.

　　Gently lift the quilt.

plz support me if you can

patreon.com/AZofficial

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/AZofficial

This fanfiction is 30-chapter ahead in my Patreon