Japan, Edo.

The silver-haired old man was lying on the hospital bed, surrounded by pure white.

The old man stared blankly at the ceiling of the hospital. His body was getting hotter and hotter, but his heart was gradually getting colder.

Unexpectedly, he just presided over the funeral of His Highness and contracted the cold after returning home.

What's even more unexpected is that I thought I would be cured by taking some medicine, but I didn't want to take two medicines and sent myself directly to the hospital.

After that, there was no improvement, and his body shivered with coldness and scalding heat. The alternation of hot and cold, the painful torture, made him feel worse than death.

Subsequent research told him that this was a mutant version of the previous virus, which was more contagious and secretive. If many people treated it as a common cold, it would only aggravate the condition.

When he learned about it, he just wanted to ask, were those bastards who developed the virus back then all fools?

If such a good virus is used on the battlefield, what impact will it have and how much benefit will it bring?

With such a powerful weapon in hand, will the empire still fail?

There is no need to suffer the consequences like now.

What a bunch of bastards.

Not only were such good weapons not used on the battlefield, but they were used on their own people. They were simply a group of traitors.

A bunch of bastards who all deserve to commit seppuku. Even if they go to hell, he will pull these pigs out and disembowel them ten thousand times.

The thoughts in my mind began to become confused, and the pain and unwillingness made the pain in my body become more intense.

With blurred vision, he seemed to see the wise and mighty His Highness who had led them to rise, led them to glory, and led the empire to advance.

"Your Highness, I'm here to accompany you!"

Ahem

Just as he was thinking wildly, a bald man walked in from outside the ward, wearing a mask, a white coat, and gloves. He coughed from time to time, which made the silver-haired old man look over.

"Sir, are you okay?"

"Oh, yes, Shanyuan-kun! I'm okay, right?"

A hoarse voice sounded, filled with a sense of powerlessness.

The bald man's eyes were full of surprise, but more importantly, fear.

The people in front of them are their backbone.

Especially since His Highness has just passed away and the position has not yet been officially determined, their group of people are waiting for him to preside over the ceremony, so that the new His Highness can become the new faith of the people of Dahe.

But now, not only the host is lying here, but also the first and second heir are also in the hospital.

At this time, we are just waiting for the person in front of us to stand up and take charge of the overall situation.

The bald man was silent for a moment, his face wrinkled with sadness, and he decided to tell the truth, since this matter could not be hidden in the first place.

"Your Excellency, I have a lot of things to report to you recently!"

The man lying on the bed blinked, and he had realized that what he said next might not be a good thing.

"Your Excellency, a new round of epidemic has broken out in China!"

"Despite its previous experience in epidemic prevention, the country has also actively prepared medical equipment and purchased a large amount of antibiotics from the United States for treatment."

"But now it seems that the intensity of this epidemic is even more severe. Almost, almost, if infected, there is more than half a chance of death!"

The man lying on the bed moved his dry fingers twice, but said nothing.

In his opinion, no matter how many people die, they are just a bunch of mud-legged people. As long as the elites of the Dahe Nation are still there, nothing is a problem.

He believed that the people in front of him would understand.

Sure enough, when the bald man said this, there was not much sadness on his face.

But when I talk about the impact on the domestic economy, my face immediately hurts.

Economic recession means their money bags will be deflated!

This is more unacceptable than death.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the person on the bed pinched the sheets with his fingers and looked painful.

"There are also two, two princes who were infected again and are now in the intensive care unit."

"What……"

The person on the bed sat up suddenly, tearing the sheets with his fingers, and looked like a hungry ghost on his face.

Boundless fear arose in my mind.

If these two people are gone, then the whole family of His Highness will be extinct!

"Unforgivable, impossible!"

"Shanyuan, do your best to treat them."

"We must save them!"

"Otherwise, you, me, and everyone else will be sorry for the thousands of brave warriors who have been crushed by them."

"They will all become sinners of the Dahe Nation!"

"you!"

The old man grabbed the bald man's shoulders and pulled off his tight mask with force.

Fear replayed in Shanyuan's eyes, he instinctively held his breath, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"You should commit seppuku and apologize."

"Hi!"

The bald man shouted immediately, but he still didn't dare to breathe and his face turned red.

After the man on the bed broke out, he felt weak and fell heavily on the bed.

The bald man quickly picked up the mask beside him, put it on his mouth, and gasped.

However, at this moment, his throat felt extremely itchy and he wanted to cough.

"I'm leaving now!"

After saying that, the bald man ran out immediately.

I didn't take off the mask until I ran out the door and closed it hard. Then I took out a small spray bottle from my pocket and sprayed it all over my body.

It wasn't until his throat soothed that the fear on the bald man's face dissipated.

Looking back at the ward, the bald man's expression turned ferocious.

Turn around and walk out.

In the ward, the frail old man with silver hair was hot and trembling violently. The nurse saw him and ran away.

After a long time, the doctor came in, fully dressed. Seeing his eyes widened with a dead look on his face, he sighed and shook his head.

...

Outside the office.

Two middle-aged men were smoking outside the corridor and chatting about romance.

By the way, I'm waiting for the office owner to come back.

"Maeda-kun, I heard that you have been in good luck with romance recently, and you have even managed to get the most popular woman recently. That's amazing!"

The speaker had a smiling face and bright eyes as he spoke.

"Xiaosong-kun, compared to you, I'm far behind!"

Maeda smiled modestly, thinking of that ungrateful woman.

After returning from his last exchange trip to China, he was ordered to get close to the "dangerous elements" in the exchange group. After using some methods, he finally got the woman named Shui Yuanfeng to his side.

Now, with the help of his stick, I have returned to the right track from the edge of danger. I believe that I will be able to train well before the next exchange!

"I think those with ideas and status will be more satisfied!"

Komatsu had an afterthought look on his face. Maeda crushed the cigarette butt and shook his head, "Omatsu-kun is still a master of research. Unlike me, I only know how to do hard things!"

"Haha, this is not a bad idea." Xiaosong smiled, then moved closer and raised his eyebrows, "But I remember that woman doesn't have a big mouth."

"What do you mean?"

"Maeda-kun, don't say I didn't warn you! In our circle, a woman's mouth is an important criterion for measuring a man's size!"

Maeda reacted immediately after hearing this, and immediately slapped Komatsu on the chest with his hand, "You bastard, why don't you let her measure you."

"Haha, don't be so petty then!"

The two were chatting and laughing, and footsteps came from the end of the corridor, and then they saw the bald man walking in.

The two immediately stopped laughing and bowed their heads respectfully.

"grown ups!"
To be continued...