Chapter 38

After a few days, everything became chaotic.

Explosions were everywhere, and Vero couldn't live with the constant sound of explosions.

The screams of frightened children, people crying because they lost their loved ones.

Loss of home, loss of property. Loss of children, loss of mother and father. Lost siblings, lost wives, lost husbands.

They were always watched by drones from above. Drones owned by the Bhinnamata group.

Not only that, even now the food is almost gone. Because everything was blown up and no one was selling because they had to take cover.

They bombed buildings, farms. Schools, churches and places of worship. They also bombed children and women with the excuse that they wanted to wipe out the Mahdi group.

Vero is very confused now, there are so many patients that she has to treat. Meanwhile, the facilities in the hospital were not as many as the victims.

Vero put down the phone, wanting to make a video.

"Hi, I'm Vero. Originally from Southeast Asia, I'm a doctor,