Chapter 89

It wasn't clear whether the man had an infectious disease. Soon, a few other men with similar conditions had been pulled out of the crowd and kept outside the base. "Get the doctor over here." Blake rushed from the clinic, but not before he fully suited up and even wore a mask to keep himself safe. "It looks like blisters. Does it hurt or itch?" Blake asked the man. "It's a bit itchy, but it doesn't hurt," the man replied as he scratched his skin. Worried, he asked, "Doctor, is this an infectious disease?" He was afraid of getting cast out if he had one as that would mean he would die before long. Food wasn't the only thing in short supply right now. Medical supplies were extremely rare too. "It's not an infectious disease," Blake said with a frown. Nevertheless, his expression remained grim. Meanwhile, the man exhaled in relief. "I'll need to take a sample of your blood to run some checks," Blake continued before proceeding to collect some. There were some ill survivors who w