Chapter 162: Eagle Claw Group Infected with Virus
The chief called Song Yiyuan's father's office, and he immediately told the chief of staff the news.
Ten minutes later, the call was finally transferred to Chief of Staff Song.
"The person has been found."
"Yes, it was in S㹐. There was an injury. The extent of the injury is currently unknown. It may be a viral infection."
"Tui, contact me again."
After the chief hung up the phone, his expression became even more serious, and his lips were tightly pursed.
Song Yiyuan was injured during this mission. Logically, the inside story should not be disclosed to the outside world. However, Chief of Staff Song is a senior military official and his rank is higher than his. Even if he doesn't know today, he will know tomorrow.
It would be better to tell Chief of Staff Song as soon as possible and see if he has any way to save Song Yiyuan.
Viruses have always been China's weak point. More than a decade ago, the entire North China was infected with the plague, and it took two months to develop an antiviral drug.
Song Yiyuan and his companions couldn't wait that long.
Yesterday, the S-Force called to say that Song Yiyuan had been found. They also caught the virus expert from Country R and recovered all the information. At that time, the commander and the political commissar clapped their hands in joy, thinking that this was a false alarm.
Later that night, the army called and said that Song Yiyuan and his companions had regained consciousness. They recounted what had happened in the past few days and finally said that they were very likely to have been infected with the virus.
S urgently arranged for Song Yiyuan and others to go to the best local hospital for examination.
Just now, S㹐 called again, saying that Song Yiyuan and several others had started to fall ill, with symptoms such as high fever, herpes, and acute diarrhea.
In less than a day, several high-risk symptoms appeared at the same time, and the leader informed Kyoto of Song Yiyuan's condition.
Political Commissar Wang also came to the chief's office at this time. As soon as he came in, he asked Song Yiyuan if there was any latest news.
The leader told Political Commissar Wang everything he had just learned on the phone.
Political Commissar Wang sat dejectedly on a bench after hearing this. "Is the country going to lose a few more of these young soldiers? Song Yiyuan has done so much for the country with his Eagle Claws, and now he's going to die in his prime."
After he finished speaking, he slammed the table in anger, causing the teacup on the table to shake and make a dull clacking sound.
Hearing this, the chief frowned even tighter and pinched his eyebrows hard.
"Don't talk about it so early until the final step."
Political Commissar Wang raised his head, his eyebrows raised, and looked at the commander. He gritted his teeth and said, "That's the original virus solution developed by Unit 733. It's the most toxic. Do you think we in China can solve it quickly?"
The leader leaned back in his chair and stopped talking.
Political Commissar Wang said, "If it really comes to that, send Lin Qizhi to Sū. We must let them see each other one last time. Lin Qizhi has made so many contributions to the country. We can't let her be so sad."
He and the leader both knew that Lin Qingqing forced Song Yiyuan to get married, which showed that Lin Qingqing liked Song Yiyuan. If Song Yiyuan had an accident and she didn't tell her, she wouldn't even be able to see him for the last time.
If they were in his place, they would also have complaints in their hearts. If Lin Qizhi could no longer produce medicine for the army in the future, it would be a loss for the soldiers across the country.
Lin Qingqing has only handed over three kinds of medicine so far, but it has brought about a qualitative change to the troops.
The hemostatic drug was named First Aid No. 2 by the country. Paired with First Aid No. 1, which could quickly heal wounds, it had become a must-have item for soldiers on missions.
As soon as the formulas for First Aid No. 1 and First Aid No. 2 were obtained, they were sent to state-owned pharmaceutical factories across the country for emergency production and supply to various military units.
Yesterday, the commander received news from higher-ups that the use of these two drugs has reduced the casualty rate of soldiers on missions by 10%.
This is just one week's data statistics, there is still a long way to go.
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Office of the Chief of General Staff, Kyoto
Song Lizhou held the phone and asked the other party calmly, "Can you arrange it?"
"Tang, Lao Zheng, thank you for this time. I will definitely come to thank you someday."
Chief of Staff Song spoke briefly to the person on the other end of the phone and then hung up.
He took off his glasses and placed them on the desk, leaning back in his chair as if relieved of all his strength. There was a hint of fatigue between his eyebrows and eyes, and a few gray hairs in his hair made him look even older.
This was the eighth call he had made, and each one was to old friends in the medical field, asking if there were any doctors in Kyoto who had experience in treating viral infections and if they could be deployed.
He took a deep breath, sat up straight again, and called an old friend he had just thought of.
Now the whole family doesn't know that Song Yiyuan is infected with the virus. His father is old and has a weak heart, and his wife loves the fourth child more than her own flesh and blood, and they can't bear the news.
Let's see how the situation develops later.
He thought while talking on the phone.
At that moment, we were at the 433rd Hospital of the People's Liberation Army. On the second floor of the inpatient department, at the innermost part was the intensive care isolation ward. At the door of the ward, dozens of armed police officers with long guns were patrolling back and forth.
There is a guard post every three steps and a round trip every five steps.
They were dispatched by the S-Force to protect Song Yiyuan and others, and were also specially deployed to prevent anyone from rescuing the virus expert.
Their brows and eyes were sharp, and they were always paying attention to the movements around them, including but not limited to whether there were any abnormalities in the buildings outside the hospital.
In stark contrast to the quiet outside the ward where you could hear a pin drop, the intensive care isolation ward was bustling with activity.
Various instruments were pushed around to examine the patients, and the whole ward was filled with a rustling sound.
Several doctors were walking back and forth in front of the six beds with medical records in their hands, and behind them were several residents holding examination sheets, ready to report the latest examination data to the doctors at any time.
"Bed number three cooled down, but the fever started again half an hour later."
"Bed number two's blood count exceeds the standard by 60%."
"Bed number five's diarrhea hasn't improved, but his fever has returned to normal."
"The herpes in beds one, three, and six is getting worse. They're also starting to appear on their arms and thighs."
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The more the doctors listened, the more sweat appeared on their foreheads. It was summer now, but the fans could not be turned on in the isolation ward, so their clothes were soaked.
There is also a female medical staff standing in front of each bed, taking care of the patients and helping them with examinations.
Only the patient in bed number six was wearing handcuffs and leg shackles connected to the bed.
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