1145 Eat the consequences(1/3)
After Xu Yuanshan hung up the phone, he impatiently wrapped his coat and ran out.
Not even wearing a mask!
"Everyone, get up, assemble, security department, assemble!"
"All workers, assemble!"
Ten minutes later, a group of people lined up to receive soap.
"Listen carefully. Go back and wash your hands with soap every time you eat!"
"Director Wang, you are responsible for washing the hands and faces of everyone who is sick with soap!"
Xu Yuanshan waved his palms. At this moment, everyone had to listen to him.
Everyone didn't know why, but they didn't dare to tease the tiger's beard.
Soon, after washing their hands, the workers in the chemical plant began to resume production under the leadership of Director Li.
Fortunately, there is enough grease stored here for them to use for two or three days.
On the other side, Yang Xiaotao put down the phone.
I just told Sun Guo from the first branch factory, An Zhongsheng from the steel plant, and the people from the machine repair shop about the situation. Of course, I didn't tell them directly what was going on. I just told them that there was progress and asked them to wait patiently.
When several people heard what Yang Xiaotao said, they didn't have any doubts.
Because Yang Xiaotao always means what he says.
Yang Xiaotao put down the phone and then picked it up again.
Shibalipo
Director Ji looked at the hospital bed covered with white cloth in front of him with a sad expression.
These days, even though a lot of manpower and material resources are expended to ensure the supply of medicines, people are still dying.
Nowadays, it is not only the flu that is harming the human body, but also old diseases caused by fever and cough, especially the elderly. Those who are alive now are also dying.
"Carry it out."
As Director Ji said, two medical staff wearing protective suits and helmets carried the person away and brought him to the broken kiln behind the village.
These days, the fire here has never been extinguished.
Just when I left the house, I looked at the bright sky and felt dizzy.
"Director Ji."
The guards around him immediately stepped forward to support him while shouting, "Someone is coming quickly."
Soon several people helped Director Ji aside and sat down to rest.
Director Ji rested for a moment, then picked up the folder he was carrying from the side, which contained the details of the research records here.
Open a page with the information about the person who just carried it, and then solemnly write the word "death" in the lower column.
Before that, the above clearly described the changes in the old man's condition, from the initial fever, blood condition, to the later use of anti-inflammatory drugs, various Chinese herbal medicines and other reactions of the old man.
She didn't want to remember it, but it was an important part of her research.
She looked through every piece of paper carefully, and each piece of paper would deepen her hatred for the little devil.
Just like the old man said, one day, these murderous demons will be thrown onto the island so that they can also feel this feeling of powerlessness.
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Japan, Fu Island.
Cough cough cough
On the street, Erika Uehara covered her mouth and walked home step by step.
As a qualified Japanese housewife, she would get up early every morning to go to the market to buy fresh vegetables, and then go home to make breakfast for her husband and children.
Of course, breakfast is indispensable with milk promoted by the government.
It's just that Mr. Suzuki Taka, who delivers milk recently, is always late for some reason, and he hasn't even been seen in the past two days.
The milk supply at home has all stopped.
In the past, I could often see it when I was taking a walk for exercise after a meal.
Cough cough cough
As I approached the door of my house, I saw that there was still no milk bottle on the steps, and I felt disappointed.
"I must have gone to that bitch Sonoda's house."
He cursed in a low voice, followed by a cough that couldn't stop.
Erika Uehara felt her chest was a little hot, much hotter than when she was with Suzuki Taka.
Her throat was even more dry and sore, and she felt like she had a fever.
Open the door to your home.
"I'm back."
She shouted into the room that her husband would usually get up at this time.
But today, no one responded.
This is basic etiquette.
"I'm back."
Ahem
The voice increased again, and then a violent coughing sound came from the chest.
Erika Uehara felt a little strange, so she quickly put down her things, took off her shoes, and walked into the house.
"Xiao Ai, are you up?"
Seeing that her eight-year-old son was still sleeping soundly, Erika Uehara quickly stepped forward to wake him up.
But when I turned over to my son, I felt something was wrong with his expression.
"Ah, why is it so hot?"
Shouting, Erika Uehara was a little panicked, "Agogoro, wake up quickly, Xiao Ai..."
"Ah~~"
When she opened the door, she saw her white-haired husband lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth.
"Ai Wulang, what's wrong with you?"
Ahem
"Someone, help, help~~~"
Half an hour later, a modified fire truck drove to the door of Ai Wulang's house.
Soon, a family of three, including Erika Uehara, were all taken away by the car.
Sitting in the car, Erika Uehara looked at the special cars passing by and the tents that had just been set up outside the hospital.
She finally understood that this situation, or rather this cold, was not an ordinary flu.
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The sound kept ringing from the office, and the room felt chilly.
"It only takes three days from north to south. Why are there so many?"
A short Japanese man with a beard was rubbing his sore right hand and roaring crazily at his men.
In front of him was a Japanese with a bruised nose and face, and behind them, there was a row of Japanese.
At this moment, no one dared to speak as they looked at the two people in front of them.
As an important health department in Japan, it has always given top priority to the health and safety of its citizens.
To be continued...