When Zeng Wangcai heard Bodan coughing, he was stunned for a few seconds. During those few seconds, Bodan continued to cough.
Zeng Wangcai was very familiar with this coughing sound, as if he was back to the scene of going to the hospital that year.
Zeng Wangcai was infected at that time. It was just after the outbreak of the epidemic and no authoritative conclusion had been made on this phenomenon.
Zeng Wangcai saw a sea of people in the hospital and the doctors were fully armed.
While waiting in line to see a doctor or get medicine, there were coughing sounds in front and behind him, just like Bodan now.
"Bodan, you... are coughing!" Zeng Wangcai's scalp tingled, "Do you have a fever, and are you weak all over? Can't you help coughing?"
"How do you know?" Bodan said, holding back a cough. "My symptoms are exactly the same as you described, but it doesn't matter. I can still hold on. I've taken medicine, both antipyretic and anti-inflammatory. The doctor said it's not a big problem and I'll be fine in a few days."
"Did you go to the doctor?"
"Of course, a lot of people in the military get the flu, so what if they don't go to the doctor?"
“It has spread…”
It’s over, it’s over!
No matter how hard I tried, it still didn't work. Which joint was problematic?
Zeng Wangcai's heart was trembling: "Listen, Bodan, the next question is very serious. You must answer me honestly. This concerns your fate and whether our operation can succeed."
"Uh, so serious? Is it about the cold? It does have some impact, but it's not as serious as you said, right?"
"You know nothing about this virus. Listen, answer whatever I ask. The first question is, when did your symptoms start..."
Zeng Wangcai tried to use concise language to ask questions and try to ask comprehensive questions.
But Bodan didn't understand why Zeng Wangcai's simple questions had any effect. He just thought Zeng Wangcai was making a fuss out of nothing. It was just the flu. Was it necessary to take it so seriously?
However, he still answered Zeng Wangcai's questions honestly.
Based on a series of questions, Zeng Wangcai identified two key points: first, Bodan and his men were indeed infected, and the situation had already begun to explode; second, Tuji and his men must have been hiding something.
"Bodan, listen to me. Send someone to find Tuji right now. I want to ask him a few questions." Zeng Wangcai's face darkened and he began to get confused. "I will send someone to deliver some things to a certain area. Send someone to get them according to my instructions, and then use them according to my instructions."
Although it was judged that Bodan and the others had exploded, Zeng Wangcai still wanted to confirm it through normal means. What if by some chance it really was the flu?
It took more than ten minutes for Tuji to arrive. It was not because Tuji was slow, but because Tuji was carried here on a stretcher.
Honestly speaking, Bodan was stunned when he saw Tuji being carried over. It had only been a few days since they last saw him, so how could this elite among the elite special forces become like this?
"What happened? Why did Tuji become like this?" Bodan asked the military doctor who came over.
"His infection is very serious!" the military doctor replied. "It has affected his lungs. He has almost lost consciousness. We are trying to find a way to treat him."
Bodan had no choice but to call Zeng Wangcai back and tell him that Tuji was about to die.
Are there going to be deaths?
Tujik can't die, at least not now.
Zeng Wangcai was overwhelmed and immediately switched his phone to video to watch Tuji's condition through the camera.
"Doctor, give him some help!" Zeng Wangcai shouted, "I need him to answer my questions now, or you can go find someone who will carry out the mission with him."
"Sorry!" the military doctor replied, "Six of the soldiers who went on the mission with Tuji died, and the remaining soldiers are in a similar condition to Tuji."
"What? Six people died, how come I didn't know about it?" Bodan was also furious.
What the hell is this flu, with such a high mortality rate?
"Shut up!" Zeng Wangcai yelled, "We have to race against time now. Doctor, listen to me. Do you have a ventilator?"
"some!"
"Okay, do as I say immediately. Put him on a ventilator, and at the same time..."
Zeng Wangcai typed quickly on the mobile phone screen, asking the AI to look up relevant information for him and then read it to the military doctor.
Under Bodin's order, the military doctor did not dare to delay and had Tuji carried to the field hospital immediately.
This was a matter of life and death, so Bodan dared not underestimate it. He endured the cough and physical discomfort and followed.
The reason why Zeng Wangcai asked Tuji to speak up was because Tuji was the person in charge at the time and was worried that others did not know the inside story.
The military doctor carried Tu Ji to the field hospital and mobilized all resources to act according to the prescription prescribed by Zeng Wangcai.
Tuji was lying on the hospital bed, with instruments around him, a respirator on his mouth and tubes in his arms.
Zeng Wangcai could see through the instrument that Tu Ji was temporarily unable to hang up and the electrocardiogram was still moving.
Time passed by minute by minute, and Bodan beside the bed and Zeng Wangcai in the camera were both very nervous.
Zeng Wangcai is now basically certain that an outbreak has occurred. He is nervous because he wants to know more about the situation, such as how did this thing explode?
This issue is crucial, as it concerns the scale of the outbreak and whether there is a chance for rescue.
"Cough cough cough..." Tuji woke up to the sound of his own coughing.
Bodan was overjoyed, thinking that Zeng Wangcai had saved Tuji, and secretly thought that you are a doctor...
"Let him stand up, I want to ask him a question!" Zeng Wangcai ordered the military doctor to get Tuji into a state where he could talk.
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