Ji Yuzhi is the kind of person who, once he makes a decision, won't put it off, unlike those who have procrastination issues, who make decisions but then don't want to do them, going back and forth.
So once he and his superiors finalized the plan, he formed a rough framework for the filming in his mind.
To put it simply, he wanted to share his own way of fighting the disease and his state of mind with all patients who are suffering.
No beauty filters, no editing. He opens the live streaming app at a fixed time every day to chat briefly with everyone while also exercising.
His content was truthful and relevant, and thanks to the power of public dissemination, it was seen by almost everyone across the country.
Some people also recorded his live streams and shared them as videos.
Ji Yuzhi's days are very monotonous. It's okay when the illness isn't attacking, but the distorted expressions caused by the pain when the illness strikes are broadcast live.
Everyone has that mentality: when someone who is superior to you is suffering at the same time, you might feel that the suffering is not as unbearable as you imagined.
Ji Yuzhi was exploiting this very psychology.
The video was very effective, and even some people who were initially reluctant to undergo treatment began to cooperate actively.
Those who were unwilling to take protective measures also obediently took precautions when they saw the suffering of this disease.
Everyone was immersed in a positive and uplifting atmosphere.
But no one expected what the family members of the person suffering in the video were like.
Tears streamed down her face as Zhen Tian watched a video on her tablet. The man who had always been her hero was writhing in pain, gasping for breath, and writhing in agony from the side effects of the medication. Even his knuckles had turned white from the strain.
She felt as if she could empathize with the person inside, her chest tight with discomfort.
Ji Quanzhou, Liu Ye, Lu Ti, and Zhen Lei sat on either side of her.
They tried to take her tablet from behind. They felt sorry for Ji Yuzhi, but they also felt sorry for their self-harming daughter.
"Stop watching." Ji Quanzhou couldn't stand it anymore and turned off the screen.
"Dad. Don't move." Zhen Tian wiped away her tears, a tear stain running down her fingertip across the screen. "Don't move."
She murmured.
Her fingertips remained on Ji Yuzhi's pained face.
Pain will always pass.
Ji Yuzhi stopped thrashing about and gradually calmed down, his whole body covered in cold sweat.
Even so, he still remembered that he was live streaming.
He paused for a moment, then got up. He pulled out a tissue from the bedside table and wiped the sweat from his face.
When he spoke again, his voice was already hoarse.
He was describing to the audience how he had just experienced it, and then telling them that if they encountered such a situation, they should quickly calm down and think about how to handle it.
He talked a lot, and the audience felt sorry for him and wanted him to rest.
Finally, Ji Yuzhi used his last bit of strength to smile faintly, his eyes looking directly at the camera.
"I know you're watching. I also know you won't listen to anything I say. But I'm fine, and you're not allowed to cry. I love you and the children, and I'm waiting for you to come home."
He smiled again after saying that.
He gestured to the person filming to turn off the camera.
He closed his eyes weakly only after the camera was turned off.
Zhen Tian sat on the sofa, holding a tablet, crying her eyes out.
"I told you not to cry, but you still cried." Lu Ti wiped away her daughter's tears.
"I have to listen to what he says." Zhen Tian threw down her tablet and ran upstairs to sulk.
"These two children."
...
The date was postponed by another month.
It has been three months since the outbreak began, and the number of infected people has stabilized. Although it is still increasing, there will not be a significant surge.
The research studio staff worked tirelessly, day and night. When they were tired, they would take a nap; when they weren't, they would stay in the lab.
Lu Yiran dared not relax. Especially since he was young and physically strong, he naturally did whatever he could without complaining.
Because he knew that not only were millions of people outside waiting for him, but his family was also waiting for him.
Zhen Yan kept sending him reports from the front lines, and those detailed data were exactly what he needed.
The two brothers, one focusing on internal affairs and the other on external affairs, are racing against time to develop new drugs.
Current medications only inhibit, not eliminate, pathogens. The goal we are striving for is to develop drugs that truly eliminate pathogens.
It was late at night on the same day.
Lu Yiran, who was still in the lab, took a nap. When he woke up again, he found that his live bacteria had become inactive.
He remained unconscious for a while, still struggling to regain his senses. His mind was still preoccupied with how the highly precise sterilization process could have resulted in the inactivation of the pathogens.
It wasn't until a flood of memories suddenly came back that he remembered what he had done before he took a nap.
Did he discover the antigen?
This discovery jolted him awake instantly, and he was no longer sleepy.
Most of the lab staff had left, and those remaining were conducting their own research, so he couldn't make a definitive judgment before confirming the findings. Therefore, to prove his point, he took new live subjects for further verification.
Before you know it, it's morning.
Most of the people in the lab are here.
He ignored everyone who greeted him, focusing intently on the experimental subject.
Nine o'clock in the morning.
A loud noise suddenly came from his seat.
The group of lab technicians were disturbed by the noise and all looked over.
"What's wrong? This is a laboratory? This is so disrespectful."
A female researcher from the research institute who had always been at odds with Lu Yiran frowned and sneered.
Lu Yiran ignored her and instead strode over to the person in charge of the entire project, an academician of the country, and whispered a few words to her.
"Are you serious?" The eighty-year-old man jumped up immediately.
"Um."
"Take me to see it quickly."
Seeing how excited the leader was, everyone was also eager to get back to the past.
After a morning of this, everyone sought confirmation from Lu Yiran after hearing his operating procedures.
In the afternoon, everyone determined the usefulness of this thing.
Cheers erupted in the research room.
"Good, good, good, good." The academician was so excited he almost cried: "Good lad, I didn't misjudge you. I hereby announce that we shall begin a round of clinical trials."
This is undoubtedly great news for all patients and people across the country.
Phase I and II clinical trials are relatively short and mainly involve animal testing.
Phase III human trials are much more difficult.
The primary challenge is finding the right test subjects.
They can control animals, but they can't control humans.
The academician released the recruitment notice for the experimental group with great concern.
But to her surprise, thousands of people had signed up in just half a day.
An elderly man in his eighties was moved to tears of excitement and pride while in the laboratory.
Two weeks later, the first batch of experimental drugs was produced, and a total of 809 volunteers joined the clinical trial.
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