Dr.
Hamilton’s clinic seemed to be the most peaceful and lively place in the entire city, the place most reminiscent of the world before the apocalypse.
All treatment here was free.
However, the people who were able to stay here for treatment had problems far more complicated than just losing some Blood Volume.
It was only after arriving at the clinic that Yuna Bishop discovered there were so many bizarre ailment Buffs.
[Fracture], [Infection], [Gastroenteritis], [Migraine]…
All the Buffs had corresponding treatments, either fast-acting miracle drugs or standard medicines that required long-term care.
Naturally, the free treatments involved the standard medicines.
Fortunately, Yuna Bishop’s problem only required a single vaccine.
But clearly, Dr.
Hamilton had no time for her right now.
The Aegis Organization had brought in a large number of wounded.
Although their injuries were only superficial, dealing with them still consumed a great deal of Dr.
Hamilton’s time and energy.
Yuna Bishop noticed quite a few other players lining up inside the clinic as well.
“Yuna.”
The girl who had been so friendly with Yuna Bishop in the vehicle earlier pushed her way through the crowd, something in her hand.
“Here’s the vaccine, and a syringe.”
“Dr.
Hamilton probably won’t have time for you today.
Do you know how to give yourself a shot?”
the girl asked, panting for breath.
Yuna Bishop nodded.
She actually knew how.
She was the one who had administered her grandmother’s insulin, Noir’s vaccines, and the many medications for his distemper treatment back in the day.
Her hands were incredibly steady.
‘Her hand never even trembled when stabbing someone in the neck.’
Yuna Bishop took the syringe, expertly drew the vaccine, disinfected a spot on her arm, and administered the shot—all in one smooth, fluid motion.
Just as the thin needle pierced her skin, a bloodcurdling scream erupted from somewhere nearby, making one jump!
Thankfully, Yuna Bishop’s hand was steady enough that she successfully injected the entire dose without wasting any.
Aside from newcomers, everyone else was already accustomed to the patients’ occasional, tragic screams.
Yuna Bishop glanced around.
‘Won’t this attract zombies?’
An NPC beside her, his arm in a sling from a fracture, quietly explained it to Yuna Bishop.
“No one ever leads zombies to the clinic.
Any that get close are eliminated ahead of time.”
The small clinic might look unassuming, but it was actually surrounded by heavy firepower.
Yuna Bishop nodded, a bit bewildered, and put away the empty syringe and glass vial.
While Dr.
Hamilton’s clinic offered free medical care, it also served as a resource exchange point.
The items available for trade were, naturally, various medical supplies like bandages, the Medical Bullets Yuna Bishop had seen before, special medications, and so on. Read the latest chapters at novelping(.)com.
In return, Dr.
Hamilton was looking for food, water, and various materials needed to craft medical supplies.
Yuna Bishop glanced at the exchange list.
A roll of Disinfectant Bandage, for example, cost either 300 Satiety points worth of food or 15 bottles of water.
Water, in particular, was what the clinic needed most; clean sources were scarce.
The cheapest item was a rag bandage.
It could restore some Blood Volume but came with a high risk of infection.
Yuna Bishop didn’t rush to trade for medical supplies.
Instead, she joined the girl from before and started to help.
Tasks like administering injections, changing dressings, and even suturing wounds or debriding necrotic flesh—Yuna Bishop handled them all with brisk, startling proficiency.
Essentially, Yuna Bishop did whatever was asked of her, flawlessly and without a single mistake.
She even freely used water from her personal inventory to help the patients.
This earned Yuna Bishop a second glance from the seemingly stern and serious Dr.
Hamilton.
[NPC Doctor June Hamilton Goodwill Value +10]
‘This was to be expected.
I’m not the only player who knows to curry favor with NPCs, nor am I the only one doing it.’
‘But most players are still struggling just to survive.
How could they afford to be as generous as I am?’
‘The Goodwill I get from these NPCs is all bought and paid for with resources.’
Yuna Bishop spent the entire night busy, following closely behind Dr.
Hamilton.
Noir wasn’t idle, either.
With Yuna Bishop’s permission, he went out on a mission with members of the Aegis Organization.
They didn’t venture too far from the clinic, of course, just helped clear out the stray zombies in the surrounding area.
Noir’s hearing and sense of smell were incredibly keen, and being so smart, he was a huge help.
Yuna Bishop didn’t forget to remind Noir to run immediately if there was danger and not to foolishly stick around.
She also told him that if the people from the Aegis Organization gave him something to place somewhere, he should just pretend he didn’t understand.
Yuna Bishop worried it might be a bomb.
Judging others by her own standards, it was hard for her not to be suspicious.
However, her worries were unfounded.
These NPCs adored Noir; he was far too useful for them to abuse.
The members of the Aegis Organization didn’t return with Noir until broad daylight, all of them safe.
At that moment, Yuna Bishop was sitting outside the clinic, washing bloodstains off herself.
Her hand was so steady that she could make a precise incision even when faced with a freshly exposed, beating heart.
In fact, Yuna Bishop showed such an incredible aptitude for it that Dr.
Only in the apocalypse could Yuna Bishop get an opportunity like this.
Credentials didn’t matter here—if you were useful, you were put to work.
It didn’t matter if you were a farmer or a rancher before.
Yuna Bishop, who had zero prior medical experience, was brought straight to the operating table.
It was quite incredible.
‘Good thing this is a game instance,’ she thought.
‘It doesn’t have to follow the rules of the real world.’
Of course, Yuna Bishop wasn’t working for free.
For seven or eight hours of high-intensity work, Yuna Bishop earned 10 rolls of professional-grade medical bandages and one Level 1 Medical Bullet.
And that wasn’t all.
Yuna Bishop also had “side gigs” to profit from.
These came in the form of amputated limbs from certain unlucky individuals, and the corpses of the even unluckier ones who didn’t make it.
Yuna Bishop collected them all.
Her performance had been so exceptional that when she offered to “dispose” of these items, Dr.
Hamilton didn’t refuse.
The doctor didn’t probe into the matter.
In the apocalypse, there was no shortage of inhumanity she had witnessed.
What Yuna Bishop was doing barely registered in comparison.
The work in the operating room had been draining.
Yuna Bishop sat by the entrance and devoured three slices of bread with jam in one go, but she still felt hungry.
Just as she was using the last of her bottled water to wash off the blood, Noir returned.
He leaped straight into Yuna Bishop’s arms, whining and nuzzling affectionately.
This left the group of Aegis members following behind him utterly stunned.
It was a stark contrast to the vicious creature they had seen tearing through zombies.
Noir hadn’t been working for free, either.
The Aegis Organization might not have been rich in supplies, but they had guns and ammunition in spades.
Noir’s “work” had earned him a hand grenade—one capable of inflicting 200 area-of-effect Damage.
It could instantly kill some of the lower-Blood-Volume Tier 3 and Tier 4 Zombies!
‘Working for NPCs really pays off.’
Yuna Bishop and Noir mused, squatting by the entrance.
Speaking of which, the number of players at the clinic had been steadily increasing from night until morning.
Yuna Bishop had asked the other staff members, who confirmed there had never been this many players here before.
Watching these players who were lingering and refusing to leave, Yuna Bishop understood their intentions.
‘It seems the clinic is also one of their targets!’