"I! Need! Internal! Data! of! HI25 virus!" Li Lechen stated his request clearly, word by word.
"According to internal data, the HI25 virus outbreak in 2025 resulted in a total of 81.0724 million deaths, not the 50 million deaths reported by the outside world."
"......"
This internal document is utterly useless!
But apart from this method, Li Lechen had no other way to learn about the HI25 virus. He could only take a deep breath and patiently ask again, "So, how was this disaster finally resolved?"
"Once all the infected people die, the problem will be solved."
"......"
The answer is flawless, but it's even more useless than the previous one!
"Back then, they must have developed antiviral drugs, right?" Li Lechen asked tentatively.
"have no idea."
"have no idea?"
Isn't the library supposed to be omniscient and omnipotent? I'm currently at level 50, so theoretically I should know everything.
But in fact, the library's AI guide really doesn't know, because all the records are exactly as she says: back then, everyone who was infected died, so the disaster was over.
Otherwise, how could more than 80 million people have died?
Okay, although Li Lechen has learned the truth, he really finds it hard to accept this reality. If this is the only way to deal with something like this happening in 2025, how much more so now that it's seven years earlier?
Li Lechen suddenly didn't know what else he could do, even though he came from the future and knew the truth, he was powerless to do anything.
This feeling is like watching death slowly approach you, and having no choice but to face it...
At this very moment, Song Enchan, having finished making his fortune in China, was sitting on his private jet returning to Korea. His complexion was terrible, pale with a hint of bluish-white. Due to the lingering effects of his plastic surgery, he still couldn't make any facial expressions, so it was impossible to judge his feelings based on his expression.
Although those who had contact with Zhao Binghao had already been quarantined, including the taxi he had taken, the driver, his daughter, his daughter's classmates and teachers, and even the passengers who took the taxi afterward, as well as the people those passengers came into contact with later.
However, no matter how much isolation is implemented, there are still some who slip through the net. For example, no one noticed that Zhao Binghao got out of the taxi early, squeezed through the crowd, and even vomited all over the place.
Given Song Eun-chan's status, even if someone thought of it, they wouldn't do it.
Moreover, when Zhao Binghao was sent to the hospital and diagnosed, and quarantine measures were taken for those he had been in contact with, Song Enchan had already finished making money and was on her way back.
Song Eun-chan's manager was also on the private jet. He was sitting next to Song Eun-chan, whispering to him about the schedule for the next few days.
"You have a fan meeting this afternoon, and the organizers suggested that you sing a song live. However, considering that you are not feeling well right now, you can lip-sync," the manager said.
"Hmm." Song Encan grunted through his nose. Although he grunted, his expression didn't change at all.
"You had arranged to have dinner with Ms. Jodalene tonight, but after the fan meeting, the organizers are also hosting a banquet. Would you rather attend the banquet or have dinner with Ms. Jodalene?"
"Um."
Hmm again?
The agent was puzzled. This was a multiple-choice question; at the very least, the answer should be whether to choose the first or the second option. Hmm, what was going on?
However, Song Eun-chan seemed to have been in a bad mood ever since he boarded the plane, or rather, he hadn't been in a good mood for the past two days.
The agent could only make a choice for him: "How about you attend the banquet hosted by the organizers? There are several bosses from large conglomerates there, which will be of great help to your Hollywood breakthrough. I'll call Ms. Joe Dalyn and explain to her."
"Um."
Okay, so that means you've accepted the choice.
The agent glanced at his notebook, preparing to read the next work assignment.
"Um!"
This sound still came from Song Eun-chan's nostrils, but it was a bit louder than the previous ones, which startled the manager who had been looking down.
He glanced at Song Enchan with a twitching smile, but his face remained completely expressionless. He was always so tense.
"Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" the agent asked tentatively.
"Cough cough!"
Finally, Song Encan made a sound different from the previous "hmm". He coughed, but it was a difficult cough, like the expression of someone holding back a fart, looking very conflicted.
The agent quickly asked the flight attendant to bring him a glass of soda water.
Song Encan did need to drink water at this moment because he felt a tightness in his chest, phlegm in his throat, and a blockage in his nasal cavity. He felt uncomfortable in various ways.
Seeing that Song Eun-chan was having some difficulty drinking water, her manager couldn't help but guess that she probably caught a cold from the previous event at Taihe Plaza.
Fortunately, I prepared to lip-sync in the afternoon.
As for a bad complexion, makeup can solve that.
The manager thought so, and Song Eun-chan thought so too.
However, he was too tired to continue listening, so he signaled to his agent that he needed to rest and closed his eyes.
Three hours later, Song Eun-chan, still looking stiff but having had her makeup reapplied, returned to his country and appeared at the scheduled fan meeting.
Compared to making money abroad, Song Eun-chan was much more approachable to his fans back in his home country. Fans screamed "husband!" and rushed up to take photos with him and ask for autographs.
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