The Fallen Zone, southern suburbs temporary camp.
Within this safe zone controlled by the Ninghai Military, countless figures in white hurried back and forth.
The atmosphere in the makeshift medical bay was suffocatingly tense.
On the beds lay the candidates who had managed to escape the Linchuan Ruins.
They were the lucky ones; at least they had survived the overwhelming insect swarm.
But each of them was covered in hideous, terrifying bite marks. Large chunks of flesh had been ripped away, revealing stark white bone. The edges of some wounds had turned a strange blackish-purple, a clear sign of poison.
After receiving emergency treatment, the three most critically injured, who had already fallen into deep comas, were carefully loaded onto stretchers. They were being prepared for immediate transport by military helicopter to a major hospital in the rear for life-saving care.
