The World Ends In 27 Days

Qinghe reviewed the six medical files before anyone else arrived.

The examinations had begun during the wedding preparations.

Blood tests, imaging, dental scans and specialist consultations had been fitted between construction meetings, supplier calls and the events Hanchuan couldn’t avoid attending.

None of them had stopped working for the wedding.

Neither had Qinghe.

He had used those nine days to create complete medical baselines for everyone who would enter the shelters. Conditions that could be managed easily now had the potential to become fatal after hospitals closed and manufacturing stopped.

The results covering his desk identified no immediate threat.

That didn’t make them complete.

At 8:10 a.m., Zeyu entered the private hospital floor carrying coffee and a paper bag that smelled like fried dough. Jingwei followed him without food, Shichen arrived reading an overnight construction report and Hanchuan brought Zhiyi with one hand resting against her back.

Zhiyi was already holding her tablet.

Qinghe looked at Hanchuan.

Hanchuan took it from her before Qinghe needed to say anything.

"I require the file," Zhiyi objected.

"You require both hands for the examination," Hanchuan told her.

"Not yet."

"You’ll survive without it."

Her attention remained on the tablet until Hanchuan placed it beyond her reach. After a short delay, she sat in the chair Qinghe had prepared.

Qinghe began with her results.

The bruising from the banquet was fading without complications, and the boutique incident had left no damage to her heart or lungs. Her bloodwork showed deficiencies that could be corrected before the Heat and managed through the diet already planned for the shelters.

He explained each finding slowly, giving her one conclusion before moving to the next.

Zhiyi listened without interrupting until he reached her dental scan.

"One filling needs to be replaced," Qinghe told her. "There’s no infection, but the seal has begun deteriorating. A dentist can replace it this morning."

"How long will it take?"

"Approximately 40 minutes."

"What happens if it isn’t replaced?"

"It may remain stable for years, or it may fail after dental care becomes difficult to provide."

That was enough information for Zhiyi. "Replace it."

Qinghe recorded the appointment before reviewing her vision test. Her current prescription remained accurate, but he had ordered six pairs of glasses, protective lenses and replacement frames for every shelter network.

Zhiyi examined the quantities on his screen. "I only require one pair at a time."

"You require one," Qinghe agreed gently. "We require enough replacements that losing one pair never becomes an emergency."

She accepted that explanation, too.

Hanchuan’s expression suggested he would have purchased considerably more if Qinghe hadn’t already done so.

The other four men had fewer corrections.

Zeyu needed a vaccine booster and had a shoulder injury he claimed hadn’t bothered him in years. Imaging showed no structural damage, but Qinghe added braces, anti-inflammatory medication and rehabilitation equipment to the shelters anyway.

Shichen’s bloodwork reflected the amount of sleep he had sacrificed during construction. Qinghe gave him supplements, added scheduled rest to the shared operational plan and ignored the look Shichen directed at the last item.

Jingwei’s examination identified three old fractures, two scars that restricted movement and no condition he hadn’t already learned to work around.

He read the report without comment.

Qinghe added the appropriate supports and pain control to every medical room. Jingwei might never request them, but that didn’t excuse failing to provide them.

Hanchuan’s file required more time.

His current body was healthy. The spinal injury that destroyed his legs in their first life didn’t exist, but Qinghe had ordered detailed imaging anyway. He needed a complete reference for Hanchuan’s spine, nerves and joints in case another injury occurred after access to advanced equipment disappeared.

Hanchuan reviewed the images once. "Everything is normal?"

"Yes," Qinghe assured him. "There’s no weakness or damage that changes our preparations."

His attention moved toward Zhiyi as soon as Qinghe finished speaking.

It had been the same during every examination. Hanchuan accepted information about himself only long enough to determine whether it affected his ability to remain beside her.

Qinghe understood the priority, but that didn’t mean that he necessarily approve of it.

"You still need to maintain your own health," he said. "If something happens to you, Zhiyi loses the person she relies upon most."

That reached Hanchuan more effectively than any warning about his personal risk.

"I’ll follow the medical schedule," Hanchuan promised.

Zhiyi looked toward him. "You ignored Qinghe’s sleep requirement twice during the wedding preparations."

Hanchuan’s gaze settled on her. "You were awake both times."

"That doesn’t alter his requirement."

"No. It means you’ll be following it with me."

The argument ended with both of them agreeing to sleep only because each could use the agreement to control the other.

Qinghe accepted the result.

By noon, the dentist had replaced Zhiyi’s filling. Zeyu received his booster while complaining that Jingwei had been permitted to avoid needles. Jingwei informed him that his vaccinations were already current.

Shichen slept through most of his final cardiac test after Qinghe dimmed the room.

No one woke him until it ended.

Qinghe used the remaining hours to complete their personal medical kits. Each waterproof case contained copies of medical records, current imaging, blood types, allergy information and individually selected medications. The supplies were duplicated inside the evacuation vehicles and all three Heat shelters.

Zhiyi reviewed her case after the numbness in her mouth began fading. "The medications expire."

"They’ll be rotated from the shelters with the longest preparation window," Qinghe explained. "I’ve also stored the equipment and pharmaceutical references required to produce or safely substitute essential medications later."

The medical rooms contained far more than bandages and surgical instruments. Diagnostic equipment, sterilizers, laboratory supplies, dental tools and rehabilitation devices had been distributed according to the failures Qinghe remembered from their first lives.

He had included things none of them had needed before.

Surviving one version of the apocalypse didn’t identify every injury that could occur in the next.

At 4:30 that afternoon, Zeyu’s drivers collected the six medical cases and placed them in their assigned evacuation vehicles. Jingwei confirmed the security seals, while Zhiyi checked that each case could be reached without unloading other supplies.

Hanchuan added one more requirement.

"Her medical case stays in our vehicle."

Qinghe had already assigned it there.

Zhiyi examined the placement. "If our vehicle becomes inaccessible, another case contains duplicate supplies."

"It does," Qinghe assured her. "But the medication selected specifically for you remains with Hanchuan."

She looked at Hanchuan, who showed no intention of permitting another arrangement.

"That is acceptable," she decided.

By sunset, every correctable medical problem had been treated. Their records existed in multiple protected locations, their prescriptions had been duplicated and nothing they already knew about their bodies had been left for a future hospital to handle.

Hospitals still existed.

Dentists still worked.

Medicine could still be ordered and delivered.

For eight more days, the world contained professionals and systems they could use.

Qinghe intended to take everything they might need from those systems before they disappeared.

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