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"Is it that serious?" Grace, whose face was covered with metal rings, was infected by Mr. Peng's seriousness and began to believe the seriousness of the matter. ¡¾High quality update.¡¿
"Yes." Mr. Peng's face was solemn now, but Yang Zongbao had been tempered in his heart for a long time. The situation had better be as Yang Zongbao said, otherwise Master Peng's face immediately became more serious when he thought of his daughter. This performance was seen by the other three people in the ward, and they mistakenly thought that the situation was really serious, which was why Mr. Peng was so serious.
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Yang Zongbao sat in the ambulance of Donglin Hospital and drove all the way into the Lower East District. Unexpectedly, in just a few hours, the Lower East Side had changed beyond recognition.
Some shops were blackened by the fire, leaving only some burnt marks. Papers flew randomly on the road, and from time to time a large pool of blood was spilled on the road.
Yang Zongbao looked at all this speechlessly. The Lower East Side had begun to become chaotic
"Be careful." Qiangwei sat upright silently and looked out the car window warily.
"Yeah." Without Qiangwei's need to say more, Yang Zongbao knew that the current situation seemed to be a little out of control.
"What?"
Except for Qiangwei and Yang Zongbao, most of the people in the car were doctors and nurses. Even though Donglin Hospital is famous, ordinary doctors and nurses are still doctors and nurses, and they rarely see such a big battle, so nervousness is a natural reaction. The atmosphere in the car was very tense, and everyone was afraid of some unreasonable disaster.
"There's someone blocking the car ahead." The driver suddenly said.
Yang Zongbao then noticed that the driver turned out to be the hunchbacked butler.
In front of the ambulance, blond Chacha and someone stopped him.
"I'll go down and take a look." After Yang Zongbao said this, he got out of the ambulance regardless of Qiangwei's objection.
"Doctor John?" Chacha didn't expect John to get out of the ambulance.
"What are you doing?" Yang Zongbao didn't understand.
"It's not a good thing you did. You said you wanted to control the Lower East Side." Chacha played with her fingers, which were long and slender with blood stains on them.
Yang Zongbao frowned when he saw Chacha like this. Westerners' aesthetics are really strange. Such a bloody scene actually feels beautiful. If you were an Oriental, you probably wouldn't have anything stained with blood on your body, let alone blood stains on your fingers.
Seeing Yang Zongbao frowning, Chacha felt proud of herself: "Why, are you not satisfied with the result?"
Seeing that there were not many people on the street, Yang Zongbao nodded and said, "That's right. But now we need to prevent people from the Lower East Side from going out."
"What?" Chacha originally thought that John would say that she had gone too far, but she didn't expect that he still felt that it was not enough. Now he wanted to completely control people and prevent people from entering and exiting the Lower East Side at will: "Why? Even if the plague spreads, What? The people in the Lower East District are not human beings, but the people outside are human beings?" Chacha was angry, thinking that Yang Zongbao was ignoring life.
"Yes. The epidemic must be controlled in the Lower East District." Yang Zongbao said with a heart.
"Even if all the people in the Lower East Side die?" Chacha's voice came out of her clenched mouth.
¡°Even if the whole city dies, the Lower East Side will still be sealed off.¡± Yang Zongbao was categorical and did not compromise at all.
"I can't do it." Even Chacha, who didn't care about anything, really couldn't stand it anymore.
"If you can't do it, someone will come and help you." It's useless to talk more. Yang Zongbao really couldn't waste time anymore and got on the bus again: "Let's go."
The driver in charge stepped on the accelerator.
Chacha looked at the ambulance roaring away, and suddenly felt a sense of hatred.
When Yang Zongbao returned to his small hospital with an ambulance, Rigui also returned with a portion of blood.
"Get rid of it?" Yang Zongbao took the blood brought back by the Japanese ghost and walked into the laboratory.
"It's no big deal." Rigui shrugged.
"Seal the doors and windows and find someone to guard the door." Yang Zongbao asked the Japanese ghost to be fully prepared.
"No problem." The Japanese ghost took the order and went out.
Yang Zongbao began to conduct blood tests.
After Qiangwei took the doctor into the hospital, she started to sort out the rescue equipment without any unnecessary nonsense.
Time passed bit by bit, and Yang Zongbao stayed in the laboratory and did not come out. Although he was anxious, Yang Zongbao had no other choice but to ask the residents of the Lower East Side to stay at home without anyone's cooperation. After this epidemic period, the contagiousness of the plague should be reduced a little.
The whole Lower East?There are about 3 million people, scattered and controlled by different forces, large and small. But the larger one is controlled by four people including Mr. Peng. It is impossible to completely control people at home, and Yang Zongbao has no hope for this. No one understands the horror of the plague better than Yang Zongbao. In the history of the world, there have been three relatively large-scale plague outbreaks, with a death toll of approximately 135 million people. The first time was in the sixth century AD. This epidemic lasted for fifty or sixty years. At its peak, tens of thousands of people died every day. The death toll from this plague was about 100 million. The second time was the famous Black Death, which lasted about 300 years and spread throughout the European continent and the north coast of Africa. Deaths mainly occurred in Europe, with a death toll of about 25 million. The third time was from 1894 to the 1930s, which affected more than 60 countries in Asia, Europe, America and Africa, with more than 10 million deaths. Such a painful lesson made Yang Zongbao think about the uncontrollable consequences if the epidemic cannot be controlled. Without the help of Mr. Peng and others, the lives of the three million people in the Lower East Side would be a small matter, but the lives of more people outside the Lower East Side would be a big deal.
When he thought of what was about to happen, Yang Zongbao wished he could move faster. There is no specific medicine, only disinfection and incineration.
Qiangwei and the doctor she brought were waiting in the waiting room of the hospital, waiting for Yang Zongbao in the laboratory.
Finally, Yang Zongbao came out, and Qiangwei greeted him.
"There is no way, the worst result." Yang Zongbao said with some frustration.
"Pulmonary hemorrhagic plague?" Qiangwei asked.
"Yes." Yang Zongbao regained his energy and said to everyone present: "I'm sorry, we will have to face danger. I am ready to go out and do what I can. If you are willing to come with me, just dress up. Get your clothes ready. If you don't want to, please go back the way you came. The times are beyond your control." Yang Zongbao can hardly imagine how many people have died and how many people have been infected.
"I'll go with you." Qiangwei stood firmly beside Yang Zongbao.
¡°Boss, I¡¯m going too.¡± Of course, the Japanese ghost would not put Yang Zongbao in danger. After Yang Zongbao was kidnapped, Rigui swore never to leave his boss again.
"I'll go too." Li Yali finally came back from outside.
"How did you come back?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"Run away." Li Yali gave Yang Zongbao a look of contempt. Strangely, Yang Zongbao felt relaxed because of this.
"Okay, everyone, put on your clothes, masks, and disinfectant" Yang Zongbao checked the items that need to be brought.
In addition to people Yang Zongbao knew, there was also a doctor and nurse who expressed their willingness to accompany him. After everyone was ready, they walked out of the hospital.
"Where to go?" Chacha appeared at the door of the hospital.
"Go and guard the outside of the Lower East District. I will mark the excluded people. If you see people with these marks, let them go. If you don't have these marks, you can't let them out of the Lower East District." Yang Zongbao requested very seriously.
"What mark?" Chacha asked after thinking for a while.
"Yang." Yang Zongbao wrote a word on Chacha's hand with an oil-based pen: "Remember, only you know." After Yang Zongbao finished writing, he held Chacha's hand tightly.
Feeling Yang Zongbao¡¯s power, Chacha asked: ¡°Will someone die?¡±
"meeting?"
"How many?"
"" Yang Zongbao did not answer Chacha's culture, but looked at her closely.
"I know." Chacha turned around and left with the others.
Yang Zongbao then led his people to the hardest-hit areas.
Looking past the body that had been burned by Yang Zongbao long ago, Yang Zongbao knew that the real battle had begun.
The place where the first person to die lived was the poorest part of the Lower East Side. It is almost what the Chinese call a mixed lifestyle. Poverty and disease abounded here, so no wonder there was an outbreak of plague.
"Disinfection." Facing everything in front of him, Yang Zongbao felt for the first time that his power was too weak. What he faced before him was the behemoth plague. Start carefully spraying disinfectant on the corners of the shack.
¡°Perhaps it¡¯s because the people here have long been accustomed to being treated cruelly, but no one came out to object.
"What are you doing?" Several people who were not dressed very normally walked up to Yang Zongbao and asked.
"You didn't wear a mask?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"nothing?"
Yang Zongbao felt very powerless and almost didn¡¯t know how to end this disaster. Although Yang Zongbao looked calm on the surface, he was secretly worried in his heart.??Keep asking yourself: "What to do, what to do?"
"Wear it." Yang Zongbao took out a few masks and handed them over: "Is anyone dead?"
"Isn't this nonsense? Isn't there a day when people don't die here?" The gangster still took the mask: "I really don't know what the higher ups think, what happened. Let us control this place and prevent people from walking around here. If you don¡¯t tell us how long we have to control it, our brothers will be choked to death"
The gangsters were chattering endlessly, but Yang Zongbao did not care about it. Instead, he gave a very strange order: "Move all the dead people here."
"What are you doing? Why should I listen to you." Of course the gangster was not willing.
¡°You move a corpse here, and I¡¯ll give you 100 yuan.¡± Yang Zongbao stood motionless, his eyes showing his mask full of compassion.
"Okay, just wait, don't keep your word." As soon as the gangster heard that there was money to be made, he immediately left with his brothers.
"Can we also make this money?" After the gangsters left, the homeless people who were lying on the ground like a puddle of mud and pretending to be dead also got up and approached Yang Zongbao and asked.
"Yes, the more you move, the more you earn." Yang Zongbao tried his best to guard against his thoughts and said in a voice without any emotion.
"Okay, don't break your promise."
After Yang Zongbao finished his last sentence, he noticed that there were fewer and fewer people around him
Not long after, the first body was carried over and thrown on the ground in front of Yang Zongbao. The little gangster just now put his hand in front of Yang Zongbao's eyes: "Give me money."
"I will be here until you can't carry it anymore. You keep the general ledger, and I will give you the money in the end." Yang Zongbao said to the gangster.
"Okay, I believe you." The little gangster chose to believe Yang Zongbao's words.
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The number of corpses on the ground in front of Yang Zongbao increased as time went by. In just one hour, there were already about twenty corpses piled up.
It was okay at first, but it became more and more terrifying later on. Because of the corpse, this shack was filled with a strange atmosphere.
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