After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World

”MAOMAO!”

Gochi and the others gasped. Gochi patted her back but sadly the aroma of the barbecue had stuck on him. The rabbit’s cute nose scrunched and she buried her head in her husband’s shoulders, rubbing her face, as if to shoo away any smell, though it didn’t help at all!

Her stomach tumbled even more instead!

It got to the point that it was even difficult to breathe!

People’s hearts stopped when they saw her breathing laboriously, and some people outright panicked. A certain fox was one of them.

”Excuse us,” Gochi said, apologizing to his team but having no mind to even look at them, before he disappeared from their sight.

Gochi sprinted very, very, quickly, sacrificing quite a bit of his HP, arriving in Alterra a bit later, a fraction of the time as usual.

The half-orc ran straight to the hospital, to the emergency room, which they knew was where the ultra-urgent cases were brought in.

It happened that Sheila was one of the nurses assigned there today. ”What happened?” She asked as she guided Gochi and Maomao to one of the beds there.

There were a few citizens there, mostly injuries from beasts or something, though nothing too critical. These patients certainly had the time and the mind to look at the half-orcs in a mix of concern and curiosity.

It wasn’t often that the half-orcs were seen in the hospital or a clinic. They usually had a higher recovery rate and were just sturdier in general. A little injury usually wouldn’t be bothered with or would be left to potions.

Sheila looked at the bunny Half-Orc and saw that she was extremely pale and wan. Her face was scrunched so much that she was now showing signs of asphyxiation.

Before, she was just gasping, and her breathing was quicker than usual. Now, it really gazed like she was suffocating.

Gochi also saw this, realising that his wife’s situation had gotten worse since he arrived. Things happened so quickly that he hadn’t noticed, and seeing her like this made him panic, already near tears.

”Oh...Maomao...maomao...” he chanted, pleading. ”Please! Help her!”

”Calm down, Gochi,” Sheila ordered. ”Your emotions wouldn’t help your wife stabilize.”

”You’re a trained medic, too, remember?”

Many people might have forgotten, but Gochi was indeed being trained as a medic. He was specializing in half-orc physique, which was something the Alterran doctors didn’t have much reference to, so it was still under study. They were studying these things along with Gochi, and would then teach him some of the things to apply.

Gochi paused and gripped his palms, trying to calm himself down. Indeed. This was something the doctors taught him.

If he were panicking, then it’d just make it worse for Maomao. It was not easy. He could feel his heartbeat beating so fast and so loudly, and he was struggling to contain his heart.

Sheila was usually gentle and meek, but when she was in the professional setting, she was quite strict, especially after growing into her own skin and gaining confidence.

Her husband, Eagle, found it particularly sexy, and he would often beg her to wear her uniform to bed.

Sheila kept calm despite her heart being broken by Maomao’s current state, appearing professional. The patients would only feel calm when their helpers were.

Sheila looked at the rabbit orc and checked her status. She checked her throat and her nose to see if there was anything there.

It was closed up, but there was nothing external that was blocking her airways. However, it was still somewhat swollen as if it were her own muscles trying to block her pathways. The closest cause could be an allergen, but not exactly.

All Sheila could do for now, using her ability, was to forcefully soothe the bunny’s airways, and only then did the female half-orc appear to start breathing again. Maomao still looked weak and exhausted, but at least she didn’t look like she was dying.

Gochi gasped in his sobs as he held his wife’s hand. The two of them were often physically injured due to the nature of their jobs and their nature, but even when they were bleeding a lot, it did not feel this alarming.

It was truly a terrifying experience.

”What happened?” Sheila asked after waiting a couple of minutes to let the two catch their breath.

Maomao meekly looked at her, similarly confused. ”I’m not sure...” she said. ”I just felt extremely nauseous, and a certain smell became extremely overwhelming.”

Orcs had higher senses in general, especially their sense of smell, but they usually had the capability to block it as needed, making sure it wouldn’t interfere with their everyday lives.

Sheila thought for a while. On the surface, it looked like an allergic reaction, but according to them, Maomao had not eaten or touched anything she hadn’t eaten before.

Sheila then went ahead and used her ability to check the entire body, trying to find any anomalies. She had checked Maomao once before when she got injured, so she at least had a point of reference to compare.

She blinked at what she found, somewhere in the abdomen.

Half-orc physiques have many differences with humans, including some internal organs, but the essentials were very similar.

Their group had records of the races’ physiques to be able to treat them well, so the doctor and nurses also studied physiqeus of every other race they had access to.

To study races’ physiques naturally needed subjects, and they had plenty of volunteers in exchange for contribution points. In fact, even if there were no point rewards, many of these other races happily let themselves be studied, knowing full well it was done to help them long-term.

So, even if there were differences, Shiela knew that what she was seeing was undoubtedly...good news.

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A/N: New Story ’Built an Oasis in a Dying World’ will be up in a few days~ Check it out, okay? OKAY!? *Prepares sack to kidnap readers*