Feng Ling was just about to see who had spoken when she suddenly felt her arm tighten.
Looking down—
Huangfu Miaomiao was clutching her arm tightly, her eyes filled with panic and unease.
Feng Ling remembered that Huangfu Miaomiao was extremely sensitive to malice. Perhaps the Hunters' hostility toward the Xenomorphs had frightened her at that moment.
Then again, such a tragic scene was enough to stir anyone's blood and fighting spirit. No normal person could remain unmoved.
As she walked, she observed that the patients here mainly displayed two types of symptoms. One was unnatural twisting and deformation of the limbs; the other was the growth of frost-like moss around the eyes, mouth, nose, and other areas.
That indicated that creatures with such traits lived within the Maze.
It was truly cruel to think about.
Humanity had only been studying Xenomorphs for half a year, and its research into Mazes had been even shorter—perhaps only two or three months.
Faced with this kind of Gene Pollution, there was likely no cure.
Feng Ling quietly asked Huangfu Miaomiao beside her, "Would your healing injections work on them?"
Huangfu Miaomiao shook her head. "The medicine in the injections works by stimulating cell activity to achieve rapid recovery, but their condition is genetic mutation..."
Their bodies had mutated due to pollution. It could not be considered an illness, so it could not be treated.
Feng Ling glanced at the elderly and children lying in the hospital beds, then withdrew her gaze and silently followed the group through the temporary Medical Area.
They were led into a rural primary school.
All the town's residents had been relocated elsewhere for emergency shelter, and the school had been emptied as well. The classrooms had been converted into dormitories, with only a few folding beds inside.