Looking at his busy figure, Zheng Wanqing felt a pang of pain in her heart. The heartache surged into her heart like a tide, and her eyes turned slightly red again.

"Nurse Chen, medical record of bed thirteen." Zheng Yuheng's voice was hoarse and dry, like sandpaper that had been soaked in water for a long time.

The young nurse not far away was busy sorting out a thick stack of medical records. Upon hearing this, she frantically searched through them, and the papers fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Zheng Wanqing walked quickly forward, bent down to help the nurse pick up the medical record marked with "13", and said softly: "Nurse Chen, let me take it over." She held the medical record in her hand, walked quickly to Zheng Yuheng's side, and handed it to him.

Zheng Yuheng took it as if by reflex, and said hurriedly, "Thank you," without even looking up, and continued to bury himself in the medical records. He didn't let out a long sigh until he had finished dealing with the patient at hand and straightened up.

His eyes inadvertently passed by the blurry figure beside him, and a sense of déjà vu suddenly surged in his heart. When he looked at the person clearly, his whole body suddenly stopped, and the medical record in his hand almost slipped out of control.

"Wanqing!" Above the mask, a pair of bloodshot eyes and dark eye bags silently told of the torment and exhaustion he had experienced in recent days. Zheng Yuheng's voice suddenly rose, with reproach and worry: "What are you doing here, young lady? Do you think your life is too long?"

Zheng Wanqing was shocked by his sudden shout and took a half step back, her back bumping into Xie Yun's strong arms. She subconsciously grabbed her husband's sleeves: "I... I'm here to ask for justice on behalf of Sister Bai Xiao." She forced herself to raise her chin, but her voice was choked with sobs, "Brother, why didn't you even leave a letter for Sister Bai Xiao..."

Zheng Yuheng was speechless for a moment, with a look of embarrassment and helplessness on his face.

"Brother..." Zheng Wanqing looked at his shaky figure, her throat tightened. Xie Yun took a half step forward at the right time, and the sound of his military boots hitting the ground broke the stagnant atmosphere.

"How is the epidemic under control?"

Zheng Yuheng took a deep breath, and when he looked up again, his eyes had regained the clarity of a doctor: "Thanks to your prompt decision to divide the isolation zone, the outbreak period has passed. Now the number of new cases per day is controlled in the single digit." He raised his arm and pointed to the tents on the west side, "The mild area is mostly young people with good physical fitness and good recovery. Those elderly people in the east..." He shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of regret and sadness, "Even if they survive, they will probably spend the rest of their lives gasping for breath."

"Just do your best," Xie Yun said slowly with a serious expression, "It's already very difficult to help them survive this disaster."

Zheng Yuheng nodded slightly to show his acknowledgement, and then lowered his voice and said, "Excuse me for a moment."

Xie Yun and Zheng Wanqing followed Zheng Yuheng towards the tent where the medicines were stored. The scene inside the medicine tent was far more desolate than they had expected. There were a few cardboard boxes with red crosses on them scattered on the empty shelves, and one of them was already empty.

"Young Marshal, the medicines you sent earlier are almost all used up. The remaining ones were sent by Doctor He Wei, but they are just the most basic antipyretic medicines." Zheng Yuheng smiled bitterly, his smile full of helplessness and bitterness, "The Red Cross has also raised a batch, but at the current consumption rate, I really don't know how long it can last."

Xie Yun squatted down and stroked the scratches on the medicine list with his fingers. Zheng Wanqing saw the shadow cast by his eyelashes on his face tremble slightly. She approached the carton and picked up a box of medicine. She found that the expiration date was almost up. Looking at the carton next to it, the label of the medicine was also blurred.

Xie Yun frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Brother, I will send someone to contact other hospitals in Tianjin to see if they can get some more medicines. I will also ask Adjutant Zhou to inquire about drug dealers in surrounding towns to see if it is possible to purchase a batch urgently."

Zheng Yuheng nodded slightly, the bloodshot in his eyes becoming more obvious in the twilight. "It can only be done this way." His eyes suddenly froze when he turned to Zheng Wanqing, "I know what you want to do. But remember, everyone should put their own safety first." He turned to Xie Yun, and the two exchanged a tacit look.

"I understand." Zheng Wanqing replied softly.

He caught a glimpse of his sister's worried eyes and smiled, "Don't look like that. I'm just sleep deprived. The King of Hell can't take me away."

"You just say unlucky things." Zheng Wanqing frowned, but a faint smile appeared in her eyes.

"Don't you know what kind of person your brother is?" Zheng Yuheng smiled and shook his head, "Let's go, I'm busy here."