Chapter 511 The Confused Crowd
Hello?
Where is the clinical equipment?
Where are the medical supplies? And who are these people in uniform?
What was going on here?
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The tears that hung in their eyes were quickly sucked back in when many saw what these academy people were doing.
Was this tricky the time to begin interior decorations and art?
Looking at these elegant men and women drawing images on the walls and acting candles around, many opened and closed their mouths, without uttering a word.
Who can tell them what was really going on here?
The academy disciples continued with full focus, as though everyone else around them was invisible.
After waiting for a while longer, several more family members and parents arrived.
Among these people were Benjamin's Grandfather and father.
"Son!"
"Grandson!"
Both middle-aged and elderly scooted over with fatigued faces. They also came with a woman who looked similar to his father.
Of course, it was his aunt, his father's younger sister.
"What's this about?"
The man hastily questioned. as his wife had been rambling incoherently when telling him to come over immediately.
He was at work but quickly took a leave because of how serious she sounded.
At work, everyone knew of his son's situation. as some of it was also on the news, shocking his colleagues greatly.
What confused him was that the hospital said those who had first contact with the patients/the sick children, must be present because they feared they might have been contaminated by whatever disease was plaguing their children.
From what his wife said, they who were the first to be in contact with the contaminated, won't show symptoms any time soon.
However, it's only a matter of time before they too fall ill.
A man can only take so much from life.
He quickly contacted his father-in-law, and 2 of them came straight over knowing his wife and his son would now be battling for their lives.
How can this happen?
Just last week, they were all smiling, jumping and having a wonderful life.
And now, in just a few days, his life has turned upside down with his wife and son fighting for their lives.
Good God of Science!
Is this a joke?
How can life be so unpredictable?
On the way here, his father-in-law was cursing to the skies, but he didn't mind.
His father-in-law said exactly what he was thinking.
Both men gnashed their teeth when thinking of that hateful ice cream man.
He better pray his wife and son don't die, or else he swore with every drop of blood in his body that he would make that man pay, whether by hook or crook.
'Just pray you don't get caught by me one day, or else… heh.'
Both men looked like crazy Cruella Devilles when driving on the road.
Anyone who looked at them through the front windows would be so frightened the knees would give way.
As for the contamination. it wasn't airborne.
From what they were told, his wife might have been contaminated because, during the time she touched him, a contaminated worm might have swam into her skin.
He didn't know how that was possible. but recalling that they were dealing with someone never heard of before that gave his son such a strange disease, he didn't doubt it at all.
Why? Because they said medical scientists theorized, hypothesized, and tested the situation, speculating that the worm had a vulnerable window during its period of infecting its victims.
From what the parents and guardians said, they came out of their homes, no more than 5 minutes after the children got their ice cream.
Some even came out of their homes earlier than that.
Why? Because Big Ben had caused a commotion, slapping their ice creams down the moment the ice truck vanished around the bend.
It was his actions that caused the children to release ear-shattering cries, causing everyone to step out of their homes.
They quickly rushed to the children, touching those children all over, with some even wiping off the smudges of ice cream from the children's noses and mouths.
These guardians who had first contact were most likely to be attracted somehow.
Knowing this much, how could he leave his wife and son alone in such separate times?
He was only happy that his wife had not affected his father-in-law and the other relatives during this period.
It seems the disease didn't work like ordinary diseases.
Even after his wife had contact with him, and others, it seems nothing was spread to them.
Just she and his son were affected.
The disease made no sense to him, but who was he to question the facts that were staring him in his eyes?
It's TRUE that his son was infected.
Can't you see his son's pale transparent, jellyfish-like state?
The disease was real!
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Like so, several people came in haphazardly, twisting their necks and looking for their families like ostriches.
The disciples were still carefully applying their arts and crafts around, since the hall was quite huge, as if this was a grand ballroom, except it was for hundreds and hundreds of patients kept on sick beds out here in the open.
These beds were paced in symmetry as if these beds were skiers ready for war.
Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.
Time flew by in a blink of an eye, with the police officers and detectives also confused on the situation here.
Again, they ask. Where the hell is the medical equipment?
How can candles and drawings on the walls help them out here?
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Detective Martinez gave Shalom and Hardy a look that said: Are you sure these people are okay in the head?
If they were truly okay, then what the hell are they doing? Passing the time with drawing and interior decorating?
As for you doctors and yards in suits, why aren't you reprimanding them? Why do you keep looking at them with awe in your eyes?
Martinez wasn't the only one thinking this. The other officers wanted to know what was going on in the brains of the medical staff and guards.
Fortunately, they didn't have to wait anymore to figure it out because Dorian, who had been sitting on a special seat meant for him, now lazily opened his eyes and slowly rose to his feet.
These should be the last of them to come in for the time being. He could sense the space around the facility.
In that case, it was time to begin.
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