Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies
Chapter 320 - Chapter 320 Chapter 318 Hypothermia

Chapter 320: Chapter 318 Hypothermia Chapter 320: Chapter 318 Hypothermia “Escape?!” Kong Wu rushed into the house with his gun, heading towards the gap filled with ice and snow, only to be forced back by the bone-chilling wind just like Ye Qing and Song Qian.

A few seconds later, his eyelashes and eyebrows were already frosted white.

“Bang!” Kong Wu, furious, punched the wall:

“F*ck! This damn turtle and his damn grandfather! Just wait till I catch them, I will riddle them with bullets!”

Jiang Yan: “…”

Song Qian gave him a look, “All right, getting angry won’t solve anything. Let’s see what we should do next?”

Su Dai was on the verge of tears, “Yes, what do we do now?”

In this icy, snowy world, if we don’t freeze to death, we’ll starve to death.

“I suggest we split up,” Jiang Yan stood up and looked around. “The detached AS zone is quite large. Since it can operate independently, I think there must be some backup supplies.”

Just like the SS zone that could enter Mars.

This AS zone is likely the independent area where the base leader resides.

No one would build a metal coffin for themselves.

If she wasn’t wrong, this place might be a small independent base as well.

But, this was just her guess.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan realized that there was still a Mo Shiyao in the room.

Perhaps, she would know something.

She hurriedly walked towards Mo Shiyao, who was in the corner.

The other party was still hanging her head low, her cries for help growing fainter and fainter.

Jiang Yan reached out and felt her forehead, which was very cold.

“Someone come and help me get her down.”

“Okay, Sister Yan.”

Kong Wu and Qin Lang hurried over.

Seeing that it was Mo Shiyao, both their pupils shook, “Miss Mo!”

Mo Shiyao was then taken down, and the carpet tape over her mouth was torn off.

It must have been attached for a long time; the skin around her lips was red and swollen.

Jiang Yan took a breath.

“Ow!” Su Dai, with her dislocated wrist, had it brutally twisted back into place by Sun Jingtao.

Lin Xiaohui tore a few strips of cloth and quickly bandaged her, then walked over, “Jiang Yan, let me take a look.”

Jiang Yan remembered she was a doctor, “Okay.”

“Low body temperature, stiff muscles, dilated pupils–” Lin Xiaohui did a preliminary check and frowned deeply:

“She appears to have hypothermia, and it’s progressing from moderate to severe. It’s highly likely that cardiopulmonary dysfunction has developed. If we can’t administer IV fluids soon, respiratory failure could be triggered.”

Everyone was startled.

If this were inside the base, there might still be hope.

But out here, having hypothermia was as good as a death sentence.

Jiang Yan glanced around the room, “First, let’s get a fire started and raise the temperature in the room.”

Finished speaking, she pulled out a palm-sized piece of aluminum foil from her backpack.

She unfolded it, and it expanded to the size of a blanket, quickly wrapping it around Mo Shiyao.

“A heating blanket?” Lin Xiaohui was surprised for a second.

Before the apocalypse, those things were only a few dollars on Taobao, even sold in packs of ten.

She didn’t expect to see one now.

“Bang!” Zhao Yougong, with the fire axe in hand, was chopping up the solid wooden conference tables and chairs.

Kong Wu and two other warriors were using windproof lighters to ignite the fire.

“I have a bottle of medicine here, Doctor Lin, give her this first,” Jiang Yan remembered the medicine that Mo Jingsheng had given her for treating hypothermia, and with a thought, took it out from her backpack.

It was a rectangular box containing a vial of medicine and a syringe.

“This medicine, my God!” Lin Xiaohui exclaimed, taking it but quickly stowed it inside her clothes, “This medicine has a high freezing point. We’ll need to warm it by the fire for a bit longer. Otherwise, with the current temperature in the room, it will freeze quickly.”

Jiang Yan’s brows furrowed, and she stood up, “That being said, I suggest we divide up the work right now.”

“Some of us should search the entire area for survivors or enemies.”

“The ones searching should ideally be those who aren’t seriously injured,” Jiang Yan said, removing her backpack and pulling out three walkie-talkies.

Everyone was taken aback.

They had brought backpacks too, but with weapons, a small amount of food, water.

They had not expected Jiang Yan to not only pull out medicine and a heating blanket but also walkie-talkies.

“I’ll go with Brother Song,” Ye Qing volunteered.

Jiang Yan looked at him, “I suggest Qin Lang and Song Qian go, and you take a few more warriors with you.”

There were a few other warriors on the scene who could help out as well.

Although Ye Qing readily followed Jiang Yan’s instructions, he was still somewhat puzzled.

Jiang Yan explained, “You are resistant to cold, so I suggest you stay by the door to prevent the enemy from coming back and catching us in a trap.”

Qin Lang and Song Qian nodded, “Okay.”

“The rest of us need to clear this area out and at the same time, see if there’s a more suitable room for rest. If possible, find supplies to block this door,” Jiang Yan continued.

It was still daylight, and it was already this cold.

The coming night would be difficult to endure.

She did have Space, but with so many people now, some of whom she wasn’t familiar with, she couldn’t possibly send everyone into Space.

“I agree with what Jiang Yan said,” Song Qian turned to Zhao Yougong, “Old Zhao, you take care of things here.”

“As for Kong Wu, help Doctor Lin,” Jiang Yan finished speaking and stood up, taking from her backpack, actually from Space, a bunch of medicines: “Let’s treat the wounds first.”

Most were for bruises, along with wound cleaners, a pack of amoxicillin, and a bottle of mineral water.

But that water didn’t last long before it began to gather frost…