It was as if a plague had struck; one after another, the survivors of the earthquake fell ill.
It's not for any other reason; it's all due to insufficient oxygen supply to the brain and respiratory distress.
Yu Guanglin glanced at the temporary prefabricated house set up by the garrison.
Throughout Xiangcheng, wherever the road clearing team has cleared the blockage, there are stationed patrols.
Gong Yi had complete control over the order of the entire Xiangcheng.
Therefore, temporary prefabricated houses were set up on every street to temporarily detain people who caused trouble.
The floor of this prefabricated house was covered with waterproof tarpaulin.
Inside, Yu Guanglin did not feel any breathing difficulties for the time being.
He frowned and said to Ke Minghong,
“I have so many things to do. The garrison is unreasonable and doesn’t give me any time at all. I just had a moment to spare and read your report.”
In fact, Ke Minghong submitted his report not just once, but countless times.
Initially, the issue was reported to Qin Ziran, but later Qin Ziran was transferred, and no new management or command was temporarily assigned to the emergency department.
So Ke Minghong submitted the report directly to the management headquarters.
Yu Guanglin knew all of this.
However, the management also has its own difficulties; they are very busy.
Many academic reports have been submitted for review, but frankly, Ke Minghong's unfounded speculation is not worth taking seriously.
As administrators, they were internally trying to figure out how to deal with Gong Yi and extract some supplies from him, while externally they also had to maintain Xiangcheng's glorious image by taking the initiative to invite all the seriously injured patients from the city to Xiangcheng.
Most importantly, when discussing a problem, they often spend a long time discussing it, with large meetings, small meetings, dinners, and even some workplace culture activities. One thing after another piles up, making it difficult to take Ke Minghong's report seriously.
Upon hearing this, Ke Minghong was so angry he felt like he wanted to explode. He slammed his fist on the table and roared.
"You know nothing, yet you dare to ask the emergency room to allocate a ventilator just to stock up for your management?!"
Isn't this a bit too much?
He thought Yu Guanglin had already taken the moisture in the air seriously, which was why he needed a respirator.
Cao Feng sat opposite the two parties involved, looking at Yu Guanglin with disdain.
Yu Guanglin looked extremely embarrassed.
"Well, anyway, your supplies came from the garrison."
The reason he made such an exorbitant demand was because of the 10 billion yuan that Gong Yi had taken from him.
All the money that came from outside was immediately taken by Gong Yi, and the Xiangcheng management system didn't get a single penny.
Xiangcheng is currently short of supplies, so should we ask Gong Yi for them?
Yes, Yu Guanglin dared not offend Gong Yi, for he feared that Gong Yi might actually pull the trigger on his gun.
He didn't dare to openly ask Gong Yi for food.
Then we need something else.
For a ventilator X, just ask the emergency department, and then ask the garrison for it. It's the same thing.
Ke Minghong was so angry that he wanted to hit Yu Guanglin again.
All the medical supplies in the emergency room were obtained by him from Hua Mi, who had previously obtained supplies that were blocked outside the city.
He has already paid that price.
But he couldn't say it, otherwise he would expose Hua Mi, and who knows how the shameless Yu Guanglin would harass Hua Mi.
Ke Minghong decided to beat up Yu Guanglin to vent his anger.
However, he was pressed down on the shoulder by the guards behind him.
Across from the two, Cao Feng, his face covered in plastic, coldly stared at Yu Guanglin.
"The boss said that if your management system wants respirators, you have to buy them from our garrison's supply depot. These respirators didn't fall from the sky; we bought them with our own money. You think you can just give them to us because you want them? Dream on."
Ke Minghong also pounded the table.
"Yes, if you need a ventilator, you'll have to buy it from our emergency department. I also need money to buy a dehumidifier. If you don't approve the funding, you'll have to use the money to buy a ventilator!"
"This, this..."
Yu Guanglin looked bewildered. So the garrison and Ke Minghong have teamed up, haven't they?
They're going to rebel!
They are not subject to the management system; this is tantamount to rebelling against Heaven.
He slammed his hand on the table, about to rise up, when Cao Feng placed his hand on the holster at his waist.
Yu Guanglin gave up, sat with his head down, and remained motionless, deep in thought.
"Xiangcheng does have some financial reserves, but if these funds are withdrawn, it will be very difficult for Xiangcheng to restore its former economy once order is restored."
In fact, many cities have experienced economic collapse, and money has become worthless.
No matter how much economic reserves Xiangcheng has, they are useless now, and perhaps even less useful in the future.
Yu Guanglin knew his excuse was ridiculous; he just didn't want to be coerced like that.
Or rather, he didn't want Xiangcheng to descend into such chaos, let alone that traitor Gong Yi dared to point a gun at him.
Even the head of the emergency room dares to treat him like this now!
How will the future administrator of Xiangcheng maintain his position in the city? Will he still be able to retain his former status?
Cao Feng shook his pen impatiently and said...
"What does that have to do with me? I'll do whatever our boss tells me to do. The rest is your problem to worry about, it has nothing to do with me."
Ke Minghong delivered the finishing blow in time:
"It has nothing to do with me. I need funding. I need to continue purchasing dehumidifiers. If you don't have money, then spend it to buy ventilators for the emergency room."
The two of them talked back and forth, completely disregarding Yu Guanglin's difficulties.
Yu Guanglin wanted to ignore the two men, but he wouldn't allow them to leave until he produced the money.
With so many administrators falling outside, Yu Guanglin felt as if he were being robbed.
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