The so-called isolation zone was nothing more than a hastily erected military tent, set some distance from the crowds to prevent radiation from spreading.
Several doctors in bulky white radiation suits hurried in and out of the tent.
The agonized groans coming from inside weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.
Lin Mo's eyes reddened, and he quickened his pace.
"Sir, don't go in!"
A doctor abruptly spread his arms to block him, his voice muffled and urgent through his helmet:
"The radiation inside is far above safe levels. You can't go in without protective clothing!"
Lin Mo did not make things difficult for him. He was about to ask for a radiation suit when he suddenly noticed a soldier writhing in agony on a stretcher being carried past.
An idea flashed through his mind. He immediately motioned for the soldiers carrying the stretcher to stop, then turned to the doctor and asked,
"Do you have an instrument for measuring nuclear radiation?"
"Huh? Oh! Yes! Yes!"
The doctor did not understand the question, but Lin Mo was his superior, after all.
He immediately ran off and fetched a handheld detector.
He pointed it at the gravely wounded soldier, whose skin had an abnormal bluish-purple tinge.
The soldier's face contorted from time to time, clearly in tremendous pain.
The doctor activated the detector, and it immediately gave off sharp, rapid beeps.
A glaring number appeared on the screen: 2,380 microsieverts.
"Ah..." The doctor sighed at the sight.
"At this dose, even if he recovers, he'll have to take medication for the rest of his life."
Lin Mo said nothing and began chanting to cast Holy Light Healing.
A soft white light appeared in his hands and enveloped the howling soldier.
Slowly, the groans faded to silence.
Dazed, the soldier touched a wound on