Reborn as Zhao Ruilong of Handong, I will defy fate.

Dai Pingwei shuddered.

My mind went blank in an instant.

He simply couldn't believe that his second maternal grandfather had died.

I just managed to get a hospital bed yesterday by asking for favors.

How could they suddenly say today that the resuscitation efforts failed and he unfortunately passed away?

It's not that this disease is serious, it's just a severe case of the flu, it won't kill anyone, right?

I was stunned, completely stunned.

"Brother Wei, what do we do now?"

“My grandma already had a fever and cough, and she just fainted from anger.”

"The doctors are trying to save her right now. I'm really worried that in a fit of anger, she might... she might..."

The sound of heart-wrenching sobs came from the phone.

Dai Pingwei knew that his sister couldn't hold on any longer.

The death of her grandfather, who had cared for her since childhood, was already heartbreaking enough.

Her grandmother's fate is still uncertain...

Under the double blow, even Dai Pingwei himself couldn't help but shed tears.

If I had previously heard that having a strange disease would be worse than having a cold, I would have just been panicked.

Now that he heard that his second maternal grandfather had died, Dai Pingwei was truly frightened.

But besides panic and fear...

What can be done?

Now, not only are hospital beds in high demand, but even face masks are hard to find throughout the city.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly.

After forcing himself to calm down, Dai Pingwei quickly comforted him:

"Little sister, don't cry, I'll take leave and come right away!"

"By the way, you must make sure you wear your mask properly, and whatever you do, don't take it off!"

After hanging up the phone, Dai Pingwei immediately brought another phone to his ear.

"My second maternal grandfather died after all efforts to save him failed. This disease is truly deadly!"

"Don't you have a medical kit that the Land Rover dealership gave us? Hurry up and bring me some masks!"

"I'll go see Director Zeng right now to ask for leave in person, and then we'll go to the hospital together, understand? Okay, see you in a bit!"

Press the phone button hard to hang up.

Dai Pingwei gritted his teeth and stormed into the office building.

Given his position, he didn't actually need to ask Director Zeng for leave in person or report it by phone.

His main purpose was to use taking leave as a pretext to let Director Zeng know that the infectious disease had begun to kill people.

If this is not taken seriously, it will not just be a simple matter of panic buying of supplies and straining medical resources; it will lead to deaths, many, many deaths.

She hurried upstairs to Zeng Wensheng's office.

Seeing Zeng Wensheng with a fever-reducing patch on her forehead, still busy answering the phone, Dai Pingwei took away the teacup and went to heat water.

However, after taking only a few steps, he heard Zeng Wensheng's teasing tone, which almost made him explode with anger on the spot.

"Oh dear, she's ninety years old. Her organs have long since deteriorated. Isn't it normal for her to pass away?"

“Even without this infectious disease, if he catches a minor cold, his condition may still worsen and he may suddenly die.”

“Look at Dongguang, they haven’t had a single death so far, but they’ve cured more than a hundred people.”

"What does this mean? It fully demonstrates that the mortality rate of this infectious disease is not high. Roughly calculated, it's less than one percent!"

"So don't worry, even if there's a widespread outbreak, not many people will die, and even if some people do die, it might not be because of this disease!"

"That's right. Sudden heart attack, organ failure, insufficient brain oxygen supply, etc., there are definitely many different reasons that lead to a patient's death, and it is not necessarily this disease."

"Besides, the one who passed away was already ninety years old. Even if she didn't have any illness, she could have died of natural causes! But if a young person gets it, they'll just have a fever and cough for a few days. It's nothing serious!"

……

Zeng Wensheng's words made Dai Pingwei tremble with anger.

If it weren't for the fact that I've been working within the system for many years and developed a strong heart, I wouldn't have been able to overcome this.

Dai Pingwei really wanted to smash the teacup in anger and turn around to angrily rebuke Zeng Wensheng, saying he was simply unworthy of being a human being.

You, Zeng Wensheng, have no relatives or friends who have passed away, so it's really easy for you to talk like that without feeling the pain!

What does it mean to have a low mortality rate?

Even if the mortality rate is less than one percent, or even one in a thousand, one in ten thousand, or even lower, it should not be a reason to let it go unchecked.

As a vast country with over a billion people, even a mortality rate of one in 100,000 could result in tens of thousands of deaths from the disease.

of course.

Tsang Man-sang would definitely say that tens of millions of people die every year for various reasons, averaging 20,000 to 30,000 per day.

What does it matter if a pandemic kills 10,000 or 20,000 people?

He will certainly try to argue that there is no evidence to prove that the deceased were killed by this infectious disease and not by other diseases.

Even if someone dies from complications caused by this infectious disease, it's not the infectious disease that killed them, but rather other complications!

In any case, Zeng Wensheng, who resolutely denies the harm of this infectious disease, will definitely have a lot of excuses.

Taking a deep breath, Dai Pingwei silently filled the teacup with boiling water.

When he put it back on his desk, Zeng Wensheng was still answering a phone call.

"I know there's a shortage of medical supplies, and I know that major hospitals are overcrowded, but these are clearly not reasons to take preventative measures!"

"I believe that by conducting public awareness campaigns, reducing public panic, and simultaneously accelerating production, we can effectively alleviate the shortage of supplies!"

"As for the overcrowding in major hospitals and the shortage of beds, it is obviously because too many people are too panicked. Even those who are not seriously ill are rushing to the hospital and want to be admitted."

"Regarding this situation, I think we still need to promote awareness and encourage people to take medication and rest at home as much as possible, rather than rushing to the hospital as soon as they have a fever or cough..."

Upon hearing this, Dai Pingwei clenched his fists instantly.

You, Zeng Wensheng!

You told the public not to panic and not to rush to the hospital as soon as they have a fever or cough.

And what about you? And your daughter?

Not to mention that if you have a fever and feel unwell, there will be a dedicated medical team to examine and treat you.

As soon as your daughter Zeng Weili mentioned needing to be hospitalized, she was immediately admitted to the top-tier Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

She said she wanted a ventilator, but the hospital didn't have one, so they sent people everywhere overnight to look for one, even offering to give her the one that other patients were using.

With the help of her future in-laws, Hao Juan, a ventilator was found in Dongjingzhou, Wuhan. It was airlifted over early in the morning, but it still wasn't fast enough.

Not only did he arrange for himself to be picked up from the airport in a private car, but he also used his power to make the flight land early, and escorted him to the hospital in a police car all the way.

Ordinary people, do you think you have this kind of treatment and ability?

Standing by his desk, clenching his teeth, Dai Pingwei tried his best to suppress his anger.

however……

Zeng Wensheng, who hadn't hung up the phone yet, continued to talk eloquently.

"I know that medical resources are strained right now, many large hospitals are overcrowded, and medical staff are exhausted. They are not only very tired, but some of them have also been infected."

"But we still have quite a few small and medium-sized hospitals in Yanjing that aren't overcrowded, right? We can transfer staff to support those big hospitals, and if that's not enough, we can bring in staff from other places!"

"As for the treatment plan... In my opinion, since high-dose antibiotics have been proven to cure patients, then let's use them. Saving lives is more important than dealing with side effects!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Dai Pingwei was immediately dumbfounded.

He remembered that last night, when Zeng Wensheng went to Peking Union Medical College Hospital and chatted with his daughter Zeng Weili, he didn't say that at all.

Zeng Weili is a female medical doctor who returned from studying abroad. Although her level of expertise may not be very high, she certainly knows more about medicine than the average person.

She tries to avoid even taking medicine, getting injections, or having IV drips. Naturally, she strongly opposes the use of large doses of antibiotics, stating that there will definitely be various side effects.

Dai Pingwei remembers clearly that last night, Zeng Wensheng, in front of Zeng Weili, instructed the medical staff to study other treatment options as soon as possible and not to overuse antibiotics.

He also said that his daughter is only in her thirties and is still a young girl who has not yet married or had children. He shouldn't let her develop osteoporosis, pulmonary fibrosis, or other sequelae due to the overuse of antibiotics.

The result is now...

He's really not even pretending anymore!

His daughter's life is precious, but other people's lives don't matter.

Just focus on curing the person now; any aftereffects can be dealt with later.

"Alright, alright, all that I just said was for nothing! In short, it's impossible to take strict prevention and control measures before the conference even starts!"

"I don't care what methods you use, just drag it out until the conference closes, and during this time, absolutely no major trouble can occur, and it absolutely cannot attract international attention!!"

Bang.

Zeng Wensheng slammed the phone down.

Before Dai Pingwei could speak, Zeng Wensheng reached out and said:

"Please take my temperature again. I don't think it's gone down!"

"Uh... okay!"

Dai Pingwei, who was used to being a secretary, quickly found a thermometer.

He shook it down to make sure the mercury column had decreased before handing it to Zeng Wensheng.

How are you? Do you have a fever?

Zeng Wensheng tucked the thermometer under his armpit and casually asked.

Dai Pingwei forced a smile.

"I'm fine. I checked my temperature before leaving home this morning and I didn't have a fever."

Zeng Wensheng said with envy, "It's so good to be young! Unlike me, even after taking medicine, I still have a high fever today! It seems that just taking antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs really won't be very effective."

"Yes!"

Dai Pingwei quickly continued the conversation:

"Medical supplies at Union Hospital are in dire need. I just delivered the ventilator to Weili's ward, and all the other medical supplies that were sent to the warehouse have disappeared."

“When Zhang Shuji’s mother was seriously ill, he went to the warehouse in person to inquire, and there wasn’t even a single disposable medical mask. Without masks, many people in the hospital could potentially be infected…”

Zeng Wensheng raised his hand and waved.

"I understand the situation you're describing. Let's get down to business first! The conference will officially begin in two days, and I need to prepare my speech..."

"Excuse me, Director, I have to interrupt you for a moment!"

Dai Pingwei couldn't hold back any longer.

My second maternal grandfather has passed away, so how could I possibly have the energy to repeatedly revise my speech?

A manuscript has already been revised countless times; further revisions would only be nitpicking and have no real meaning.

On the contrary, my second maternal grandfather, who had always been very good to me since I was a child, has now died. How could I not go to the hospital?

"Oh, what's up?"

Zeng Wensheng smiled slightly and squinted her eyes.

"I need to ask for leave to go to the Third Municipal Hospital. My second maternal grandfather just passed away after a failed resuscitation attempt."

Dai Pingwei suppressed his grief and tried his best not to let his tears fall.

Zeng Wensheng simply said "oh" and then gestured with her chin at the door.

"Then go quickly!"

Dai Pingwei was stunned.

That's it?

That's it? ? ?

Dai Pingwei couldn't help but think to himself, "Aren't they going to say 'please accept my condolences'?"

To have one's own loved one pass away, especially at such a critical juncture!