Chapter 815 - 834: Look at the People Inside and Outside the Door
Chapter 815: Chapter 834: Look at the People Inside and Outside the Door
Unable to hold on, some of the C-level students had already withdrawn. Even the B-class students were beginning to falter. Those in the A and A+ tiers showed varying degrees of fatigue as well. The non-stop, mechanized work was simply too difficult.
Since everyone’s energy levels were plummeting, the organizers arranged a rest period to prevent the students from collapsing from exhaustion. It would last for about three days.
During this time, the students would be supplied with ample food and drinks so they could rest fully before resuming the medical treatments. After these three days, the C-level students who had previously withdrawn would also be required to return to their posts. Although they had lost their eligibility for the competition, they still needed to train hard instead of just lying around in their dorms.
Working in the clinics was just like having a regular job. When this group of exhausted students heard they were getting time off—and a whole three days at that—they naturally cheered in sheer joy. Who wouldn’t be thrilled to finally get a break? From top to bottom, everyone unanimously decided to sleep for a solid twenty-four hours to fully recharge.
Upon receiving the news, Qiuqiu paused for a moment.
Meanwhile, in the observation room, a group of deans were deep in discussion. The Federation news crew had decided to arrive early this year, likely reaching the planet by the eighteenth. Since the rest period would end right around then, the students would be freshly back to work just in time.
Everyone, from the higher-ups to the students, thought the break was a fantastic idea.
The only ones who felt otherwise were the people waiting outside the hospital doors. To them, this news brought nothing but frustration and panic.
When the broadcast announced the three-day holiday and stated that the clinic doors would remain closed during that time, the crowd outside was completely dumbfounded.
This was especially true for the man at the very front of the line. He had been waiting there for a very, very long time. He had stopped going to work and given up mining in the quarries. Relying entirely on his family’s meager savings, he survived by drinking the absolute cheapest Nutrient Liquids every day. He refused to leave; he refused to give up his spot.
Because he wanted to live.
He had watched the queue ahead of him grow shorter and shorter. The silver-white doors were right before his eyes. He recognized some of the people who had gone inside; he had seen them enter with expressions of pure despair and hesitation, only to emerge radiating confidence.
This was the power of a Heavenly God.
Step by step, he had made his way forward. A desperate yearning filled the man’s eyes. His chapped lips trembled, and a flush spread across his tanned face.
He was finally first in line.
The very first!
This meant that as soon as the doors opened the next day, he would be the first one to enter.
Life was incredibly harsh, but who didn’t want to live? He wasn’t afraid of enduring hardships; he just wanted to stay on this planet a little longer.
But then, like a bolt of lightning, the guards announced that no one could enter. The clinic was taking a three-day break.
Three days wasn’t a long time, but it sent him into a sheer panic. He had to wait another three days. And after three days... would he really be allowed inside? He wondered if the doors would truly open for him. He felt lost, terrified, and conflicted, but he didn’t dare question the guards.
They were the stationed garrison troops. On this planet, killing someone was illegal, but beating someone was not. If he got beaten up, it would be all over.
The refugees murmured anxiously amongst themselves for a while before ultimately deciding to stay. All they could do was wait. Since they were so close to the doors, waiting meant they still had hope.
The people close to the front had hope, but what about those further back?
Some had trekked on foot from faraway places, a journey that alone took seven or eight days. As soon as they received the news, they started walking without pause. A knowledgeable elder in their family had once heard of this treatment. They knew it was real. Driven by that unwavering belief, the family had journeyed all the way here.
They had managed to secure a spot right in the middle of the line. Fortunately, they had heard that the treatment sessions would last for a full thirty days, meaning there was still a glimmer of hope from their position. After all, a massive number of people were being admitted each day.
The knowledgeable family member had carefully calculated and predicted their odds. If everything went according to plan, the family would be lucky enough to pass through the inspection gates by September twenty-ninth or thirtieth.
But now, the clinic was shutting down for three days.
This delay dealt a devastating blow to the family.