In this sudden disaster, all countries are forced to share the same fate, which must be a very unpleasant experience.

But in the face of this level of disaster, what else can people do besides unity?

"Do I have the right to declare a national emergency?" the president asked curiously.

"Yes, you have." The Minister of Science and Technology tried to convince the president: "Although this presidential privilege has been rarely used in history, once lit up, you are qualified to pass through parliament to directly command the army and defense of the Seahawks, allocate funds, and issue executive orders directly to governments at all levels to make them comply with your will."

"This." The president had some intriguing meaning in it: "I feel this is very dictatorial?"

"No one wants to be this dictator." The Minister of Science and Technology continued to convince: "But in the face of disaster, there must be someone who needs to stand up."

"I think this is what I should do." The President nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, let's make a hypothesis. If I really declare a state of emergency in the country, what should I do?"

"You need to order the mobilization of all military reserve forces and police at all levels into combat readiness, conduct food control, force hosting homeless people, centralized heating, establish a complete medical emergency mechanism, and keep the energy supply smooth. Our power network has become very vulnerable to the attack of solar storms, and we need to put in more effort and hard work for this."

"Do I need to do so many things?" The president was a little surprised and eager to try.

I believe that everyone who is the president of the Seahawk Kingdom will think that this position is omnipotent before taking office.

After taking office, I realized that all I could change was what color of wallpaper should White House use. In addition, you even had to argue with the parliament repeatedly with the council when you repaired a wall, and the suggestion was eventually rejected.

At this moment, the President of the Seahawk Kingdom realized that he actually had such great power.

It's far more than I thought.

"What you need," said the Minister of Science and Technology.

Concise and concise.

"This is the overall suggestion made by our cabinet members after discussion."

...

...

Before President of the Seahawk Kingdom issued the order to enter a state of emergency, on the other side of the ocean, Meng Xiaojian hurried to the nearest hospital with the old man fainting in the snow on his back.

Liu Yan followed Meng Xiaojian in the heavy snow, like a small follower.

She knew that she didn't have to follow her. With her own personality of sweeping the snow in front of her door, Meng Xiaojian would let him do it if she wanted to be this good person. Anyway, she was a bad person.

Never have to be a good person as a hypocritical person.

But she still followed along the way, and helped the other party register in the hospital and paid the hospital fee. It was not until the doctor was busy that she remembered to ask the two enthusiastic students: "What is the relationship between you two and the patient?"

"It doesn't matter, I just met it on the road." Liu Yan could only say patiently: "What, what's going on with the patient?"

"Disap caused by overwork and hypothermia," the doctor said, "It's nothing serious, but you need to rest for a while and wait for him to wake up."

"But." The doctor said that he kept it a secret.

"But what?" Liu Yan asked.

"Did you see the flyers he brought with him?" the doctor asked.

"No." Meng Xiaojian replied.

"That's it." The doctor nodded, and then handed over a leaflet: "You can take a look at it yourself."

Liu Yan took the flyer and saw that it was not an ordinary advertising flyer, but a red-headed document with a serious official seal.

“Urgent notice

Due to the solar storm, the entire Yanjing city will experience a once-in-a-century cooling and heavy snowy weather, which is expected to last for more than fifteen days, and the minimum temperature may drop to minus 60 degrees Celsius.

Therefore, the government decided to enter a state of emergency and asked units at all levels to handle the centralized heating and personnel resettlement work in their jurisdictions, and purchase enough cold-proof clothing to avoid frostbite and more serious consequences."

Liu Yan suddenly shuddered: "Will this ghost weather last for fifteen days?"

"And the temperature will drop to minus sixty degrees?"

Of course, this is definitely a lie, right?

However, this document has its beginning, stamp, and is in the format of government official documents, and it seems very formal.

But why do such formal things actually require manual delivery?

Even the delivery person himself fainted in the snow?

This is too irregular.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind the doctor: "That person is awake!"

As soon as this said, everyone immediately surrounded him and saw that the sender was about 60 years old. He looked quite capable, but he was thin. Although his clothes were quite thick, he might have walked too long in the snow and overestimated his physical strength.

Speaking of such heavy snow in Yanjing City, and the network is out of power, and self-driving cars are basically stuck in the house, basically everyone stays at home and waits for the bad weather to pass.

But who knows that such a ghost weather will last for fifteen days?

If it had been so long and had not received timely news, who would have stored enough food for fifteen days?

"Where is this?" the old man asked with a little confusion at first, then came to alert: "Where is my document?"

Liu Yan quickly handed the old man the documents he had read before. In fact, there was a thick stack of papers in the document bag. There was no way to ride a bicycle in such weather, so he could only walk, otherwise the old man would not have worked so hard.

The old man looked at the documents and patted the file bag on his body: "What unit are you? I'll send you one too. The matter on this is true. It's another one. I'm still busy here, so I'll leave first."

As he said this, the old man stood up and prepared to stand up, but was stopped by the doctor in a hurry: "You just fainted in the snow, don't force it."

"You are a patient now and need to take care of yourself."

"Just leave it to young people like sending letters, why bother with you?"

Such a sound suddenly sounded.

"Young people come and do it?" The old man was still worried: "Where are the young people?"

Before he finished speaking, he heard Meng Xiaojian's voice sound like thunder: "Young man is here, I'll send it to you."

The old man couldn't help but look at the tall boy wearing a down jacket: "Who are you?"

"I am Meng Xiaojian, a student in the Department of Physical Education of Qingjiang University. My classmates and I found you on the roadside and sent you to the hospital."

"If you don't dislike it." Meng Xiaojian spoke with a bit of a decisive smell, making a loud voice: "Let me send this letter."
Chapter completed!