Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy!-Chapter 149: X-Prime Stabilizer

The noise grew louder and louder, drawing the attention of the other wards.

Inside those wards, people peered out through the glass windows and saw the commotion in one of the rooms.

Curious, some lay flat on the floor and opened the small door where the lunch boxes were distributed, pressing their ears against it.

They could hear what Zhang Min had said.

The people were horrified, their panic spreading quickly.

"People are dying? Wait, doesn’t that mean staying here is dangerous? What if we catch the fever too and end up dying like them?"

The collective thought was the same: they needed to get out of there.

The brows of the two officers guarding Zhang Min’s ward furrowed in worry. They were unprepared for such a situation.

It was true that there were patients dying, but making this public would cause mass panic. Everyone in the hospital was already exhausted. It would become harder to provide treatment, yet these words from the people also pricked their consciences with guilt.

"Please calm down. The situation is under control—"

Bang. Bang.

The sound of furniture being slammed against the door interrupted them.

"Again!" People started picking up chairs and beds, trying to ram the door. The knob rattled loudly.

The officers yelled, "What are you doing! Drop that!"

The hallway quickly became filled with the sound of banging.

Zhang Min saw what was happening.

The soldiers tried to stop them, but Zhang Min and the others were resolute. They didn’t listen at all.

They continued smashing the door’s knob.

The officers’ warnings were drowned out by the din of the noise.

Quickly, they contacted Wang Chul.

As the situation escalated, a shout rang through the hallway.

"What’s with all the noise?!"

The officers turned to see Colonel Tang, accompanied by Captain Wang Chul, holding an envelope in his hand. A wave of relief washed over them.

They explained the situation to Colonel Tang.

Without hesitation, Colonel Tang said, "For those who want to cause a ruckus, we’ll have to reduce their food allowance."

The people in the ward quickly retorted in anger, "We don’t want to cause a ruckus! We heard that patients are dying! We just want to see our families to check if they’re okay! Grant us this request, and we’ll behave!"

"Officers, please release us! We don’t want to die in here!"

"We cannot allow visitation for the moment. You will have to wait another day, as we are still mass-producing the medicine. However, those who wish to be released will be discharged tomorrow at the latest."

"Bullshit! I will only believe your nonsense if you bring my sister here!"

"Yes! Bring my brother too! How do we know if you’re telling the truth or not!"

"Why can’t you discharge us now?!"

After these words, defiance started to resurface. People began threatening Colonel Tang. They might not dare to go against the army if it was just one or two of them, but when a crowd was involved, their courage grew.

Colonel Tang didn’t respond. Instead, in a commanding voice, he asked, "Is there a Lao Song here? Your mother in the patient’s ward has written you a letter."

"Lao Tzu, isn’t that your name? Wait, did he mention mother-in-law too?"

Lao Song’s heart began to race. He quickly waved his hand and shouted, "It’s me! Officer, it’s me. I’m Lao Song."

Zhang Min and the others helped him forward, curious about the letter.

Colonel Tang already knew it was Lao Song. He had only shouted to draw attention to him.

It worked. The banging stopped, and all eyes were on Lao Song’s ward.

Colonel Tang opened the door and let Lao Song slip outside before handing him the letter.

Stepping away, he gave Lao Song space to read.

Lao Song barely made it through the first line before tears filled his eyes. "It’s from my mother. It’s my mother."

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"Little Sweet Cake…"

Lao Song continued reading the letter. At the end, he thanked Colonel Tang and asked, "Officer, when can I see my mother? How is she?"

"Don’t be fooled! What if it’s forged?" someone said, a voice of doubt supported by others.

"It’s not! It’s definitely my mother’s writing!" Lao Song quickly defended.

Moreover, only his mother would call him "Little Sweet Cake." He had never told anyone this, not even his wife or children, because it embarrassed him. It was a term only used between him and his mother, and now, it brought him a sense of relief rather than embarrassment.

"The timing of the letter couldn’t be more perfect! What if this is all staged for us?" someone else muttered.

Lao Song’s anger flared. "Why would I do such a thing?!"

Colonel Tang’s eyes sharply turned toward the one who had spoken.

The man who had tried to instigate the crowd shrank under Colonel Tang’s intense gaze.

"Little Sweet Cake! Son!"

Lao Song, along with everyone else, heard the voice and looked toward the entrance. They saw an old woman in a wheelchair, pushed out by Feng Ran.

"Mom!" Lao Song didn’t hesitate. He rushed forward and embraced his mother. "Mom, how are you?"

"Son! I’m feeling much better. The people in there took great care of me. I wasn’t supposed to leave yet, as I still need further treatment, but the staff were kind enough to let me see you for a short time. By the way, why are you crying?"

"Nothing, I just thought something bad had happened to you."

The old woman pinched Lao Song’s hand gently. "How could you think such a thing? I still have enough life in me to see my youngest grandson grow up!"

"Yes! Yes!" Lao Song nodded, pushing aside any further negativity.

"Where are my grandchildren?"

The officers exchanged glances with Colonel Tang.

Colonel Tang nodded, and the officers opened the door.

"Grandma!"

"Mother-in-law!"

When the letter failed to convince anyone, the sight of the healthy, old woman emerging from the ward wiped away all suspicions. A sense of peace returned to the ward.

The man who had tried to stir up the crowd earlier could no longer incite any unrest. He gritted his teeth in frustration. "That old woman was probably hired as well!"

"Shut up! We don’t want to hear any more of your nonsense!" the people around him scolded, annoyed by his continued provocations.