Having no other choice, Li Lechen rolled his eyes and pretended to faint.
Because he already had a brain tumor and had previously experienced unexplained fainting spells lasting over two months, no one suspected anything when Li Lechen fainted again.
If the main character cannot participate, the meeting must be postponed.
After that, a group of seven experts began to consult on Zhang Yifei's case.
"Strange, really strange."
"The progression was so rapid that the lungs were already completely fibrotic."
"This is not acute pneumonia at all; it is a mutated influenza virus."
"I have never seen such a domineering virus."
"It is highly contagious."
"......"
When this judgment was made, several experts were horrified to discover that although the doctors who rescued Zhang Yifei and the caregivers who looked after him had taken some protective measures, those measures were far from sufficient to completely isolate the spread of this domineering virus.
"The disease is likely to be highly contagious before and during the onset of symptoms..."
Another expert said weakly.
At this moment, the seriousness of the problem is no longer that someone has contracted the flu and their lungs have become almost completely fibrotic in just one day, and they are about to die, but rather whether this flu is highly contagious.
As expected of experts, they quickly devised a detailed follow-up plan based on the current situation.
Zhang Yifei's lungs were completely fibrotic and irreversible; there was nothing that could be done to save his life. However, research into the virus that caused his death was just beginning.
Meanwhile, several experts also reported the seriousness of the situation to the Fancheng Health Bureau. They specifically emphasized that the influenza virus was likely a currently unknown variant and had a high probability of being highly contagious.
With such a report already containing deaths, the Fancheng Health Bureau dared not be negligent and quickly reported the situation truthfully to the Provincial Health Department.
Before further action could be taken after the report was received, a second and third case emerged, also in Fancheng.
Zhao Binghao was quite frustrated because the meeting was suddenly postponed, but he didn't stay idle. Apart from meeting with two acquaintances from Fancheng on the first day of registration as originally planned and having dinner, he spent the rest of the scheduled meeting on the second day at the Fancheng Library.
But just as he was about to leave Fancheng Library, which was the evening of the next day, Zhao Binghao suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and even had difficulty breathing.
Zhao Binghao immediately abandoned the idea of ​​continuing his research and prepared to take a taxi to the hospital.
Time is the best healer. Zhao Binghao was already starting to regret it. He had coughed several times yesterday, but since there were no other symptoms, he thought it was just a common cold. He never expected that the situation would become so serious in just one day.
Knowing his own body best, Zhao Binghao had already determined that his illness was serious and severe even before he got into the taxi.
Under normal circumstances, a taxi ride from Fancheng Library to Fancheng First People's Hospital should only take about twenty minutes. But this time, Zhao Binghao hailed two taxis, and both refused to go to the First People's Hospital. He even refused a taxi he had booked using a ride-hailing app.
It's not that there's anything wrong with the hospital, but Taihe Square is the only place you can pass from Fancheng Library to Fancheng First People's Hospital. Because Song Eun-chan from Korea is having a concert there today, that area is incredibly congested, and no driver wants to take this time-consuming, unprofitable fare.
Finally, a taxi agreed to stop, but when the driver heard that we were going to the People's Hospital, he hesitated for a long time before finally asking for an exorbitant price of 300 yuan.
"It wouldn't even cost fifty yuan with the meter running, your price is ridiculously overpriced." Zhao Binghao was genuinely annoyed.
"Not a penny less than three hundred!" The driver was adamant, and seeing Zhao Binghao's hesitation, he made up his mind and was about to leave.
I asked for 300, and now I'm starting to regret it. If I get stuck in traffic, I might not even be able to hand over my shift tonight.
Zhao Binghao wasn't someone who couldn't afford a fare of 300 yuan; it was just that 50 yuan would have been enough, but the person had taken advantage of him to ask for 300 yuan. As an upright scholar, he felt he couldn't accept it.
But he was indeed not feeling well. If the driver had compromised and lowered the price, say by a hundred or two hundred, both sides would have had a way to save face, and Zhao Binghao would have gotten into the car.
But the driver was starting to regret quoting 300, and immediately refused, saying, "Forget it, I'm not going!"
"......"
This time it was Zhao Binghao's turn to regret it. He had only thought the price of 300 was outrageous and had just wanted to haggle. But now he really needed to go to the hospital immediately, as he was feeling extremely unwell. However, after hesitating for a moment, the driver simply decided not to go.
Then, without waiting for Zhao Binghao to agree to three hundred, the driver stepped on the gas and the car sped off.
"Pooh!"
Zhao Binghao was truly annoyed this time. Completely disregarding his suit and tie, he spat heavily at the car, landing right on the back of it.
The driver had the window open, and the HI25 virus was spreading, invisible to the naked eye, and blowing into the car with the wind.
After driving for a while, the driver felt the wind was getting a bit strong, so he closed the car window. For some reason, he couldn't help but shiver.
As for Zhao Binghao, he could only try to flag down another car.
"Are you heading towards Taihe Plaza?" Suddenly, a taxi stopped beside the road, and the driver leaned out and called out.
Zhao Binghao was taken aback, then quickly nodded: "I want to go to the First People's Hospital."
"Get in the car quickly, I'm going that way!" the driver shouted as he opened the car door.
"I'm so lucky!" the driver exclaimed as he drove. "Hold on tight, I'm in a hurry to get to Taihe Plaza, and I'm giving you a ride too. Just give me thirty yuan to cover the gas."
Taihe Plaza and the First People's Hospital are actually separated by only a commercial street. Driving there would take more than ten minutes, but if you get off at Taihe Plaza and walk across the commercial street, it's less than ten minutes. So this option is excellent.
"Is it very congested over there right now? I've called several cars, but none of them are going," Zhao Binghao asked in the car.
"Yeah, it's a crazy concert, and it's by a foreigner. I don't know what's so interesting about it."
The driver was very indignant when he said this. Indeed, his 14-year-old daughter skipped school today to go to Taihe Plaza to see some idol, and then her teacher called to complain. So, as her father, he had to drop what he was doing and rush to Taihe Plaza to find her.
"Cough cough..."
Zhao Binghao was about to say something when he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and started coughing again.
"The flu is really bad right now," the driver said, putting on his mask and then opening the window to spray the disinfectant he had in the car around.
After doing all this, the driver didn't forget to explain, "I'm sorry, but this is a taxi after all, and I have to be responsible for the passengers downstairs."
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