"Doctor Liu, this artificially synthesized virus, while highly virulent and highly contagious, has a fatal flaw: if the correct antibodies are used, the virus will die at an exponential rate. I suspect the patient's rapid recovery is related to the large-scale death of the virus in a short period of time, resulting in the loss of its virulence. As for sequelae... I wouldn't jump to conclusions; clinical observation is needed, but I estimate the likelihood of sequelae is very low."

The blood of mountain ghosts has been popular in the world of immortal cultivation for hundreds of years, and there has not been a single negative review, so Qingshan is still very confident in the new drug antibody. However, nothing is absolute in the world, and Qingshan has never liked to make final statements.

"Doctor Liu, I'll be thanking you for the continued treatment of these patients. I'll be staying in Hong Kong Island for a while. If there are any problems, we can discuss them together."

After listening to Qingshan's explanation, Dr. Liu finally felt relieved. He smiled and nodded in agreement, and continued to arrange for medical staff to record the patient's various physiological indicators and collect data.

"Advisor Chen, when can the twenty-three foreigners who were rescued be discharged from the hospital?"

Inspector Liao was assigned by Qilin to be fully responsible for the security of St. Vlad's Hospital and the resettlement of the rescued personnel.

"A man named John was the most seriously injured. He'll probably need to be in the hospital for about two weeks of antibiotics. The others are fine and can be discharged at any time."

Inspector Liao nodded and continued:

"These foreigners are all innocent victims of the vampire army, and their identities are unknown. Headquarters has instructed that if they are willing to stay, they can be given new identities and settled in Hong Kong Island. I will send social workers to follow up and help them gradually adapt to their new lives."

Qingshan nodded and said:

"Inspector Liao, I think they definitely don't want to return to Britain. If nothing unexpected happens, they will all stay in Hong Kong Island. Thank you on their behalf!"

Inspector Liao felt embarrassed by Qingshan, so he quickly waved his hand to refuse and left the rest area. He also took Siximei away and went to find Aze.

Qingshan stood in the lobby on the third floor, leaning on the handrail of the circular terrace and looking down.

A day ago, this place was dead silent. There were only two or three security guards in the entire hall. The family members had sad faces and were waiting in agony, not knowing when the bad news would come. There was also a group of ugly red-eyed bats on the dome, staring at them hungrily.

But just twenty-four hours later, the sad atmosphere in the hospital seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind. The patient's condition improved, and the family members were all in high spirits. The hospital was full of busy figures, including doctors and nurses, Inspector Liao's team members, and family members who were crying with joy and calling relatives and friends to report their safety.

Qingshan raised his head, looked at the clean and bright dome, and took a deep breath - it's great, this disaster was finally resolved successfully. With the new antibodies in this life, there shouldn't be so many deaths in China.

Qingshan suddenly felt a little homesick. He wondered how his parents and grandma were doing.

Qingshan took out his phone, but before he could dial, the screen lit up, displaying his home landline number. Qingshan's face lit up, and he quickly answered the call:

"Hello--!"

Zhang Meiling on the other end breathed a sigh of relief when the call was connected, then bombarded her with questions:

"Xiaoshan, why aren't you in school? Where have you been? The TV says there's an epidemic breaking out across the country. Why aren't you staying in school? Why didn't you tell mom anything? You—ah, ah, ah, I haven't finished speaking yet, what are you doing—"

There was a commotion on the other end of the line. It sounded like Dad was fighting with Mom for the phone call. Old Mrs. Sun's voice could also be heard faintly:

"Get out of the way—let me talk to my granddaughter—!"