The autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves are turning yellow. The sky is covered with dark clouds, and raindrops as fine as needle threads fall into the world, hitting the tiles and making a dense rustling sound.
He Fanshuang sat alone in the hall of the prefect's mansion, holding a document in his hand and looking solemn.
Since the last time he ordered the young people of the Wang family to carry leaflets to the epidemic areas to promote the epidemic, the Wang family of Taiyuan has not backed down.
On the contrary, they carried out the order,
And launched a new round of counterattack against the Taiyuan government.
Various businesses that originally assisted the Taiyuan government in transporting supplies all went on strike and backed down, saying that due to various reasons, they could no longer serve the Taiyuan government;
He Fanshuang had to mobilize the manpower of the Zhenfu Department to transport food, masks, disinfectants and other supplies.
Flyers similar to those before continued to appear on the streets of various cities, and the content on the flyers has also been changed from fabrications to half-truths and half-false stories, or stories that are 90% true and 100% false.
Why did a family of seven all die from the plague, and the baby became an orphan just after birth;
A volunteer helped the Taiyuan government take in suspected patients. He was not infected, but his family members were infected with the plague. He was extremely guilty and hanged himself;
The most terrible lie is the truth mixed with lies.
The story on the flyer is conclusive, accurate to a certain person at a certain time and place on a certain day, the tone is very contagious, and every word is exquisitely written, pointing directly at the negligence and incompetence of the Taiyuan government.
Moreover, this kind of leaflet is not once every few days, but once a day.
Every time, it can bypass the sight of the Taiyuan government and be delivered directly to the streets and alleys of Dafang City - it does not need to be precise to every household, as long as it is delivered, the people will naturally let everyone know the content of the flyer through gossip.
As a result, among the people, the discussion became more and more intense.
Although the people still obey the arrangements of the Taiyuan government and carry out disinfection and inspection every three to five days,
But dissatisfaction is still secretly growing, spreading, and spreading.
As time goes by, the number of people killed by the plague is still increasing. Seeing that the city is closed in no time, this dissatisfaction is also piling up.
It's like rolling and boiling magma and hot and roaring steam under a volcano.
This afternoon, a government officer just caught a citizen trying to use a ladder to climb over the city wall and escape outside the city.
If it had been a few days ago, He Fanshuang would have ordered Taiyuan Yamen to severely punish him.
But now, he can only be jailed quietly and suppress the news to prevent more people from imitating his behavior.
If this continues, turmoil will break out sooner or later.
He Fanshuang stared at the fine raindrops outside the window. With a thought, the rainwater falling along the arc of the tiles stopped abruptly and slowly condensed into a perfect round water ball in mid-air.
He Fanshuang's own tired face was reflected in the water polo.
The livelihood of millions of people in the city and the safety of tens of millions of people outside Hedong Road all rest on her shoulders.
Every decision she makes will affect the lives of countless people.
This pressure is far stronger than the confusion on the path of spiritual practice.
The mind is shaking, causing the fluctuation of spiritual energy.
Snap.
The water ball collapsed and fell to the ground, splashing water all over the ground.
"..."
He Fanshuang sighed softly, stood up and walked out of the hall. An invisible barrier formed on his head, blocking all the rain.
She came to the laboratory door, knocked on the door, and pushed in.
In the laboratory, Qiu Feng and Ouyang Shi lay on the folding bed in the corner, falling into a drowsy sleep.
Li Ang leaned alone in front of the microscope, observing the shape of the hyphae.
"Is it raining heavily outside?"
Li Ang noticed He Fanshuang's footsteps, raised his head from the microscope, and asked casually.
"Yeah."
He Fanshuang nodded. She originally wanted to ask about the status of drug research and development, but when she saw Li Ang's pale skin and bloodshot eyes due to not leaving the laboratory for too long, it was difficult to ask.
"How is the situation in the city?"
Li Ang used his mind power to ask Fanshuang to move a chair and calmly asked.
"Not so good,"
He Fanshuang shook his head, "The number of confirmed cases is still increasing by two to three hundred every day."
Compared to Taiyuan Prefecture’s population of one million, a few hundred does not seem to be a particularly exaggerated number.
However, the mortality rate of the plague is frighteningly high. Behind every confirmed patient is a broken family.
"That's it..."
Li Ang's expression dimmed. When he faced schistosomiasis in Suzhou, the feeling of powerlessness came back to him again, and this time it was even stronger.
What if he is wrong? What if the world really cannot find the right Streptomyces that can kill the plague, and what if streptomycin cannot be refined?
After all, this place and the other world in my mind are two different worlds.
I have been successful with allicin, penicillin, and artemisinin one after another. Why is it so difficult this time?
The two of them fell into silence at the same time, and only the ventilation board was left in the room, which was still buzzing.
"Tell me something happy."
Li Ang cheered up and said with a smile: "I heard that your brother is engaged?"
"Yeah."
When this matter was mentioned, the gloom on He Fanshuang's face faded slightly, and he nodded with a smile.
Her brother, He Siping, has a bright future as an auxiliary to the crown prince and a former academic palace patroller. Over the years, countless matchmakers have come to visit her home, and they have almost broken the threshold.
The marriage was finally finalized a few days ago. The woman is not the daughter of a court minister, but He Siping's school girl. The two met while traveling a few years ago, and as the woman is about to graduate from the school, the marriage
It has also been finalized.
It is estimated that by this time next year, it will be almost time to get married.
As the chat progressed, the rain outside the window gradually stopped.
The two looked at the swaying yellow leaves outside the window, looking at each other in silence.
Suddenly, the panicked voice of the Taiyuan prefect rang out in the courtyard, "He's a bachelor? What's a bachelor?"
There's trouble again.
The chat came to an abrupt end. He Fanshuang stood up silently and said calmly: "I'm leaving."
"Yeah."
Li Ang nodded and looked at the girl's back as she walked out of the door. He took a deep breath and continued to bury himself in front of the experimental table.
Every day the advent of the special medicine is delayed, the danger accumulated in Taiyuan Prefecture and even Hedong Road becomes greater.
Now he can only concentrate on doing his job well and preparing special medicine as soon as possible to fundamentally solve the plague.
I hope it’s not too late.
"What happened in the city?"
He Fanshuang walked through the courtyard and asked the anxious and flustered Taiyuan prefect.
"It's all those flyers that are to blame."
The Taiyuan prefect was accompanied by a group of auxiliary officers. He gritted his teeth and said: "Thousands of people have gathered in the south of the city, and they are suspected of attacking the city gate."
This chapter has been completed!