"Besides Joe Moore, several other people were exposed to nuclear radiation at close range and experienced some discomfort."
After leaving the ward, the staff member continued.
"Sigh, this is our responsibility. We didn't follow the standard procedures before, just to save time, and now that this has happened, we must take responsibility accordingly."
"The chairman is right, so we have taken all patients with radiation-related symptoms into custody and are treating them collectively."
As the staff member spoke, they opened the door to the adjacent ward:
"This is the room of another radiation patient named Kalashnikov. He had contact with the drone wreckage along with Joe Moore, and it is presumed that the radioactive material has also entered his body through his respiratory tract."
Smack
The lights in the ward were turned on, and a figure sat blankly on the hospital bed, without any reaction.
Zhang Tianyuan observed carefully and found that the man was awake and in much better condition than the Immortan Joe next to him.
The person next door was almost completely wrapped in bandages, while Kalashnikov only had bandages in a few places; most of his skin was visibly fine.
A staff member said, "This patient was relatively healthy before, with few underlying medical conditions, so the effects of radiation were relatively slow, but..."
"The outlook is still not optimistic." This last sentence was said quietly, as if someone were leaning closer.
President Zhang understands.
These people inhaled the radioactive dust carried by the drones, and these substances will continue to emit radiation in their bodies for decades, centuries, or even longer.
Don't be fooled by your current good health; you can eat, drink, sleep, and even run around. Sooner or later, your body will be destroyed by radiation.
"What's his condition now?" Zhang Tianyuan asked the staff member. This person was clearly not right. Since the radiation effects were minor and he was still healthy, why was he acting like a dead person?
Immortan Joe next door, would sometimes let out a couple of mournful cries, so pitiful and desolate that he could hear them clearly from inside the ward.
The staff member said, "He's not in a good mood. He was a soldier in the army more than 20 years ago and experienced overseas wars. He is very clear about the dangers of radiation."
Zhang Tianyuan understood.
This is a mental breakdown.
"Please accept my condolences." Zhang Tianyuan sighed to Kalashnikov, but suddenly felt that it wasn't appropriate to say that to a living person.
So he changed his tune again:
"Please stay optimistic. It's our responsibility to cause you this harm. We will do our best to treat you, maintain your health, and ensure your lives!"
Kalashnikov was completely unresponsive, like a person in a vegetative state, completely absorbed in his own world.
Seeing this, Zhang Tianyuan felt that this wouldn't do.
"Call Doctor Tanaka over; he's in charge of this patient too. Also, call Director Wu Yisi over; have her help up the patient's mood, make him positive and optimistic, and fill him with hope."
"It can't stay this lifeless forever."
Optimism is what creates miracles!
"Yes!"
After passing Kalashnikov's ward, there is a third room next.
"The patient here is Brodie, nicknamed ' The People Eater.' His condition is somewhere between the other two, but he has definitely inhaled radioactive material as well."
Lying on the hospital bed was a fat man, but what caught the most attention were his feet.
Those feet, whose size was unknown, were completely beyond human capabilities. They looked like they were filled with water, almost like balloons, barely held in shape by the skin on their feet.
"Those feet are a result of previous radiation exposure, and the condition is worsening. The skin is almost bursting, and the swelling is showing signs of spreading throughout his body; it's already appearing on his stomach and thighs..."
The staff member described the patient's condition in a low voice.
Brodie himself, lying in his hospital bed, was loudly demanding roast meat, pasta, and candy...
Zhang Tianyuan frowned and asked with concern, "How is the patient's diet now?"
"We've been eating our military rations these past few days."
"That won't work, will it?" Zhang Tianyuan thought for a moment. "How can we get any nutrition from eating convenience food all the time?"
"So, what does the president think we should eat?"
The staff member took out paper and pen, ready to take notes.
Zhang Tianyuan said, "First of all, their diet must be light, avoiding fried and stir-fried foods, and the ingredients must be natural and vigorous. Additionally, it must be high in protein to ensure their nutrition..."
The staff nodded and explained the requirements one by one.
Write it down.
After leaving Brodie's hospital room, the staff took the record directly to the mess hall.
"The diet of those bastards in the ward needs to be changed."
The cooks took the slip of paper, glanced at the request, and looked troubled. "What we've been feeding them before was already the worst-tasting expired military rations, and we finally managed to find some... What are we asking them to eat now?"
"You guys figure it out. Anyway, it's a waste of food for these people to eat so well."
After saying that, the staff member left.
The entire cooking squad was left standing there, staring at each other in bewilderment.
Suddenly, someone with sharp eyes noticed a refugee grabbing an insect from the ground and stuffing it directly into his mouth, and their eyes lit up.
"Squad leader, how about making some boiled insects? It's high in protein, and it's natural and light!"
The old squad leader glanced at the requirements again and thought it wouldn't do, "There's still one more energetic requirement you haven't met."
"What does the class monitor mean?"
"Do!"
"But it has to be cooked alive, no boiling, frying, stir-frying, or deep-frying. Tear off its limbs and wings, then we'll just plate it!"
After visiting the wards of Immortan Joe and the other two, Zhang Tianyuan went to check on the others.
The wards here mainly treat fractures and external injuries; almost all of them are War Boys from Immortan Joe's army. These people, whose bodies did not successfully mutate, either died or were injured after falling off the vehicle.
The one most seriously injured was Rictus, Immortan Joe's eldest son.
This guy was thrown off the car by his dad and landed directly on the ground. Maybe he landed in the wrong place, or maybe his dad was driving too fast, so he ended up in a vegetative state.
The skull was fractured, and this affected brain function.
The injury was beyond the capabilities of the medical vehicle and team; they could only provide basic treatment and leave the rest to fate.
"However, judging from the current situation, his condition is deteriorating, and I'm afraid he won't last much longer."
Staff members explained the patient's condition from the side.
President Zhang glanced at the large man lying unconscious on the bed, then at the IV drip hanging beside him.
What kind of IV fluids are they administering now?
A staff member came up and said, "Let me see... Reporting to the chairman, it's saline solution!"
Tsk!
How can someone be healthy if they hang something like that?!
"Give him two bottles of glucose!"
The staff member hesitated, "Chairman, this requires Ambassador Yuri's approval. They only allocated money for the saline solution and don't want to waste too much money on these people..."
The treatment of these ordinary patients and wounded was actually funded by Connor and Ski, with Yuri and Smith acting as supervisors, constantly monitoring the costs.
Therefore, the rescue plan, the additional drugs and equipment needed, and the increased costs all need to go through procedures and be submitted to Yuri and Smith for their signatures.
Especially these gang members.
Yuri and Smith would have preferred them all to die on the spot, as rescuing them would only waste their funds.
Yuri and Smith didn't want to waste a single penny on a seriously injured player like Rictus.
Upon hearing the staff's explanation, President Zhang waved his hand and said, "It's alright, consider these two bottles of glucose a gift from our Mutual Aid Society. After all, he is Joe Moore's son, so let's consider it compensation for his father."
"Understood, I'll arrange it right away."
A staff member slipped away and went to the pharmacy in the back. "Tonight, for Rictus in bed 79 of the general ward, get two extra bottles of glucose injection, the smallest kind, and put it on our own tab..."
In the hospital ward.
Zhang Tianyuan instructed the nurses to find a time, while Immortan Joe was still conscious, to push Rictus over so that the father and son could see each other one last time and enjoy some family time.
If Rictus passes away first, the news of his death must be transparently conveyed to Immortan Joe.
After leaving this explanation, he went to the prisoner-of-war camp.
Unlike other places, the prisoner-of-war camp was much more lively.
Those War Boys kept making a racket, trying to please everyone who passed by, hoping someone would let them out.
Since their faith in the God of the V8 Engine collapsed, these captives quickly realized the situation and repeatedly expressed their willingness to submit and surrender...
However, they never understood that Mutual Aid Society different from Immortan Joe or other tribes on this wasteland continent.
The Mutual Aid Society doesn't need a group of subordinates like them.
Even if it were truly necessary, those in Finch Spacetime...
The members of the Mutual Aid Society Divine Church are far more effective than them.
Nux sat in the corner, covered in wounds, coldly watching his former colleagues, who, like pigs in a pen, desperately stretched their hands out of the fence, hoping to sell themselves for a good price.
He wasn't in that good mood anymore.
Although his faith also crumbled...
no way.
Seeing Immortan Joe being chased like a dead dog by armored vehicles, then being subjected to Immortan Joe Motorcycle tactics by Furiosa, and finally arriving at the POW camp, where he and Immortan Joe got beaten up together...
Moreover, he was right next to Immortan Joe radiation sickness attack a few days ago.
He still can't forget that terrible scene.
This is completely different from what was advertised!
Under these circumstances, how could Nux still believe in some God of the V8 Engine... He's just a fanatic, but not some idiot, okay?
Nux is currently in a period of uncertainty.
I don't know what I should do, or what I'm capable of doing.
Perhaps his future end will be being locked up here until he dies?
Thinking this, Nux suddenly heard a young man's voice:
"These people are all crammed in here, wasting food. If this continues, Yuri and Smith will complain. Let's get them started on labor reform sooner rather than later..."
After leaving those words, the young man led the others out.
The War Boys, unable to understand Chinese, could only stare blankly and disappointedly at the retreating figures of those people.
After learning about the situation inside and outside the fortress, Zhang Tianyuan discovered that the population was already quite large.
The number of prisoners from the Vulture Tribe, along with the entire population of the fortress and the surrounding refugees, has reached a thousand.
The largest group consists of refugees, accounting for nearly 70%.
So a task was quickly initiated.
That means getting these refugees to form self-governing institutions; otherwise, it's hard to guarantee that Smith won't start thinking about building prisons for them again.
The Mutual Aid Society already has extensive experience in dealing with this situation; back in the Legend Spacetime Era, they had supported Robert in rebuilding order.
This organization of just over a thousand people is child's play.
The only difficulty is that the quality of these refugees is truly questionable.
Almost everyone is illiterate, and some young people even have difficulty communicating, almost regressing into savages who only use their hands and feet to gesture.
In this situation, Mutual Aid Society don't have many options.
We can only choose from older candidates.
Some elderly people born before the wasteland were put to work.
In addition, there are Immortan Joe's women.
Although they were kept inside the fortress, Immortan Joe was obsessed with having healthy offspring, believing that only a healthy, elegant, beautiful, and knowledgeable mother could give birth to his ideal offspring.
So these women were actually receiving an education while inside the fortress.
Immortan Joe hired teachers specifically for them, to teach them philosophy, music, and other subjects.
That's why they had the idea of escaping, instead of being fed like pigs like the other milk-producing mothers in the fortress.
Although they lack diplomas, these women are highly educated in this wasteland.
While it's unclear whether their high level of education translates to management skills, at least the members of the Mutual Aid Society can communicate with them almost without difficulty, unlike other refugees who have to use their hands and feet, gesturing like a monkey, to communicate.
Therefore, after discussion within the Mutual Aid Society, they were given appropriate positions, with these women temporarily in charge of financial and personnel matters.
In addition, including these five women, out of a thousand people, the Mutual Aid Society only selected nine people, barely managing to set up a management framework.
The staff shortage remains severe.
True order still needed to be maintained by the Mutual Aid Society, and most of the work had to be done by the soldiers.
It's not that the rest of the people were all illiterate; the mechanics, doctors, and engineers under Immortan Joe were quite highly educated.
The problem is that these people are now criminals and are completely unusable.
Even Furiosa is no exception.
As one of Immortan Joe's top lieutenants, Furiosa had killed countless people, not to mention the other War Boys.
Naturally, these logistics personnel were also considered accomplices, and they would need to be vetted before they could be used.
In Zhang Tianyuan's view, this continent has now reverted to its ancestral state.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that criminals are everywhere.