No. 8 Hospital, 278 Street.
Late at night, the emergency room was still busy. It rained in the evening and many more infected people appeared. Some of those with mild symptoms thought they would get better and did not want to spend money in the hospital. As a result, the symptoms became more and more serious as they delayed treatment, so they had to go to the emergency room to register.
When Xie Xuan walked into the hospital gate, the entire emergency waiting hall was even filled with a faint smell of decaying mushrooms.
Xie Xuan walked directly to the notice board of today's doctors on duty and looked through it page by page. There was no one with the surname Song.
Before coming here, Xie Xuan also checked the official website of the Eighth Hospital, but perhaps because Dr. Song had just been transferred here, the information on the official website had not been updated. Some doctors with the surname Song in the information had been working in the Eighth Hospital for many years.
The impact of the last outbreak of infection at the Eighth Hospital on the hospital now seems to be less significant. In the waiting room of the entire emergency area, the largest number of people are waiting in front of the infectious disease department.
Xie Xuan walked to the consultation desk and asked, "Hello, is there a doctor named Song in the infectious disease department?"
The nurse frowned slightly, "Song... Are you talking about Doctor Song Beihan?"
Xie Xuan: "It's Dr. Song who just came from 98th Street two months ago."
The nurse's brows relaxed. "Oh, that's Dr. Song Beihan. He's not on duty here today. He'll be in the emergency room on Friday. His outpatient appointments are only available on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He's in the inpatient department on Wednesdays and Saturdays. However, he's sold out this week. If you want to see him, you have to make an appointment at least a week in advance."
The nurse spoke this question very skillfully, and it was obvious that more than one person had asked her this question.
"Are there many people who want to see Dr. Song?" Xie Xuan asked.
"A lot," the nurse said. "After all, he's a doctor from 98th Street."
"So how is his medical skills?"
The nurse gave Xie Xuan a strange look, but still replied, "I can't comment on that, but his patient satisfaction survey scores are always very high. At least in the almost two months that Dr. Song has been here, there hasn't been a single complaint or medical dispute."
Xie Xuan asked again: "What's the recovery rate of those who seek his treatment?"
The nurse looked at Xie Xuan speechlessly. "Why are you asking so many questions? If you don't trust Dr. Song, just make an appointment with another doctor. How would I know about the recovery rate?"
Xie Xuan stopped asking. Even if Dr. Song really did something shameful in this hospital, he would not let a little nurse who had nothing to do with him know about it.
Xie Xuan said "thank you" to the nurse, and after leaving the emergency room, she took a detour to the inpatient department to take a look.
Traces of the infection that occurred a few days ago are still faintly visible on the outer wall. The dark yellow blocks formed by the dry mycelium after being wetted by rain are particularly obvious on the white facade.
It was already dark, the rainy season was about to pass, and the unbearable summer heat was coming to an end.
A slightly cool night breeze blew up, but Xie Xuan felt that countless conspiracies in the dark were about to cover her.
Xie Xuan reported to the Ecological Bureau on time the next day. Ding Qiaoyun was standing behind the front desk with a frown on her face.
Xie Xuan walked over and asked, "What's wrong? It's rare to see you frowning."
Ding Qiaoyun looked up at Xie Xuan and said, "Because a B-rank mission yesterday directly paralyzed one-third of our combat power."
Xie Xuan was stunned for a moment before she realized that Xiao Yao never took a vacation after a mission before because he was an A-level psychic, and his level was two levels higher than the domain, so he would basically not be infected by the spirit. But this time it was a B-level domain, and the three A-level psychics had to rest for five days as required before they could continue the mission.
Ding Qiaoyun: "The number of people in our 45th Branch Reception Department is one-fifth less than that of other branches, but because A-level psychics can work more, there has never been a problem. But now there is a serious shortage, so..."
Before she finished speaking, Xie Xuan's terminal received a new message.
"The new temporary regulations for these five days are that all B-level psychics will have their leave cancelled after completing D-level and E-level field missions, and will receive a subsidy of 10,000 yuan per day."
Xie Xuan was silent for a few seconds. "So for the next five days I'll be just a brick, moved wherever needed?"
Ding Qiaoyun nodded. "You have a very clear self-awareness."
Just as he finished speaking, another new message appeared on Xie Xuan's terminal.
"An infection has occurred at the Second Junior High School on 273rd Street. Preliminary rating: D-level offensive area. Team 7, team member Xie Xuan, and Team 51, team leader Ji Chenghong and team member Sun Ruijie, are currently handling the matter."
"You have been assigned a task. Please proceed to the entrance of Precinct 45 within five minutes. The shuttle bus serving you this time is number 108."
Unexpectedly, it was an acquaintance. Xie Xuan waved to Ding Qiaoyun and said, "See you in a few hours."
Ding Qiaoyun nodded and said, "See you in a few hours."
Xie Xuan walked out of the gate of the Ecological Bureau. The sky, which was still bright when she went out, had darkened without her knowing when. It looked like it was going to rain.
Xie Xuan was the first to arrive at shuttle bus No. 108. Before long, a familiar figure came over with a strange figure.
Ji Chenghong looked thinner than last time, with a little sunken cheeks, but he seemed to be in good spirits. The man following behind him was also in his early thirties, with a square face, and looked inexplicably similar to Ling Wenqing.
Xie Xuan's thoughts drifted briefly when she heard Ji Chenghong say, "Long time no see."
Xie Xuan came back to her senses and said, "Long time no see. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation this time."
Ji Chenghong smiled and nodded, "It should be quite pleasant if Xiao Yao is no longer around."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and introduced his new teammate, "Sun Ruijie, a C-level psychic, is not really a newcomer."
Sun Ruijie looked tall and strong, but he was a bit shy. He smiled slightly and said to Xie Xuan, "Hello."
Xie Xuan guessed that Ji Chenghong had already introduced himself to Sun Ruijie before arriving here, so she didn't waste any more words and said with a friendly smile, "Hello."
After some simple pleasantries, Ji Chenghong and Sun Ruijie got on the bus, and the shuttle bus officially set off for its destination.
While putting on the protective suit, Bai Ze's voice rang out from inside the car, "Please pay attention, moderate to heavy rain is falling in the southwest area of 273 Street, and it is expected to enter the rainfall area in fifteen minutes."
It's normal for a small area to have heavy rain during the rainy season while others don't, but this also means their task becomes more difficult.
"It's raining, and it's an offensive type." Ji Chenghong's face was a little heavy. He turned his head and looked at Sun Ruijie, as if he wanted to say something but still said nothing.
Xie Xuan guessed that Ji Chenghong had not yet completely recovered from the loss of two team members in the last C-level mission.
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