Qin Zheng's face changed slightly when he heard this, but he didn't know anything about medicine. No matter how anxious he was, he was helpless. He could only ask the nurse: "Then, what should we do now? Is there anything we can do to help her get out of this state of shock?"
"Measures have been taken, but it will take time for the medicine to take effect. Moreover, the shock period is an inevitable stage of hemorrhagic fever. As long as the medicine is taken in time, there will generally be no major problems. Don't worry." The nurse's words were soothing.
But seeing Yan Jingwan's unresponsive appearance, Qin Zheng found it hard not to get anxious.
"Comrade Nurse, you must save her. She's still so young and has a long way to go in life."
The nurse nodded and said, "Don't worry, we will do our best."
Then he advised Qin Zheng to leave as soon as possible, saying that the isolation ward was not a place where a normal person like him could stay for long.
Qin Zheng was persuaded to leave by the nurse, and he did not want to stay any longer. However, before his death, he could not help but stepped forward and shook Yan Jingwan's hand, whispering to her: "Yan Jingwan, survive, you must survive."
The nurse was still behind him, urging him: "Hurry up and get out."
Qin Zheng could only reluctantly let go of Yan Jingwan's hand and turned to leave.
He didn't know that the moment he turned around, Yan Jingwan's eyelashes trembled slightly.
However, her body was too weak, and her eyelids felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open her eyes. She struggled between drowsiness and lucidity for a long time, but eventually she fell into the endless darkness again.
Qin Zheng came out of the isolation tent, but did not take off his mask or run around. He first went to the tent where he lived.
The art troupe was sent here half an hour earlier than him. Hemorrhagic fever is an infectious disease, so the military doctor would definitely report it immediately. The temporary command post probably already knew the news. He just had to wait for orders from above on how to deal with it.
The conditions at the temporary base were not good. Even though Qin Zheng was the regiment commander, he did not have his own tent. He lived with the soldiers in his regiment in a dormitory with twelve people on camp beds.
These people were soldiers who had participated in the rescue with him, and they had all served in the art troupe. If nothing unexpected happened, they would also be quarantined with him.
As expected, Qin Zheng had just entered the tent and changed his dirty clothes when the messenger sent by the command post arrived and conveyed to them the decision from above - to be isolated for a week.
Qin Zheng quietly accepted this conclusion.
He had been working non-stop for several days to help with disaster relief, and was taking advantage of the quarantine time to rest.
A few days ago, Qin Zheng spent half a pack of cigarettes to find someone to help look after Yan Jingwan, a young soldier who also lived in this tent. After everyone else had finished talking to Qin Zheng, he tiptoed over to Qin Zheng and reported to him in a low voice: "Captain Qin, your intuition is really accurate. There is definitely something wrong with the female comrade named Shen Rong you asked me to keep an eye on."
Qin Zheng's eyes suddenly darkened. "Tell me, what happened?"
The young soldier quickly said, "After hearing your instructions, I came to the boat and have been secretly watching her every move. Suddenly, a female comrade couldn't help but come up to her and whisper something to her. I sat very close to them on purpose, and I heard the female comrade ask Chen Rong in a particularly frightened tone, saying that Comrade Yan has been unconscious and is he okay? Chen Rong said very confidently, definitely not."
"They also said that Comrade Yan had her own medicine and that it was her fault for not taking it. Even if something happened, they couldn't be blamed, so she shouldn't be afraid."
"From what I heard, it seems they assumed Comrade Yan had his own medicine, so they haven't shared it with him these days. That's why Comrade Yan is so sick. He's one of the sickest people in the art troupe."
Qin Zheng's eyes turned cold.
He knew that competition in the art troupe was fierce and that both open and covert fighting had always existed, but he did not expect that at such a critical moment, there were still people in the art troupe who were trying to exclude dissidents.
Deliberately withholding medicines, causing a person's condition to worsen.
If one fails, people will die!
Qin Zheng was not sure whether Zhou Yalin knew about this or not, nor did he know what the relationship between Zhou Yalin and Chen Rong and Yan Jingwan was. So even though he was furious, his mind was telling him not to act rashly.
"Does anyone else know about this?" he asked in a low voice.
The young soldier shook his head. "I didn't tell anyone but you."
Qin Zheng patted his shoulder and said, "You did it very well. Don't make it public for now."
He was not involved in the case and did not know the specific circumstances. It was impossible for him to convict someone based on a few vague words and pure speculation.
If you can't hit the target with one strike, you will alert the enemy.
He had to wait for Yan Jingwan to wake up first.
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