Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 97 Turbulence

Chapter 97: Chapter 97 Turbulence

The cafeteria had already implemented isolation measures, with dividers placed between each seat. She casually picked out a few side dishes and sat down at the table to eat. She turned on her cellphone to find over 99+ messages, her phone had been blown up with calls. She tapped on Xiao Bai’s contact.

"Boss, you really guessed it right. Those unscrupulous merchants, the price of face masks skyrocketed fivefold overnight, and that’s still not enough!"

"But I’ve already brought in the machines and materials needed to produce masks. They’ll be installed today and production can start tomorrow. We should be able to produce a batch the day after tomorrow at the earliest."

"Mm, distribute the first batch to those who need it most. If Mo Fan is okay, you can have her help out at home," she said, only then realizing she hadn’t had a sip of water for a day or two. Her lips were cracked and the pain stung her nerves. She finished her meal with furrowed brows.

Then she began to reply to messages, responding directly with voice messages.

She checked the official updates for a while, which were relatively stable at present, except for a lack of supplies, especially in Lan City where everything was scarce.

After spending half an hour responding to all the messages, she finally went to the store and gulped down a bottle of water. Over the past two months, she had eaten well at the Lin Family and school, her complexion gradually becoming fairer.

Yet wearing masks all day left her skin reddened from being stifled and sweat soaked the clothing beneath. Without furrowing her brow, she continued back to the lab.

This time, the people in the lab didn’t look down on her as before; their gazes carried more evaluation and, naturally, some were hostile.

She always felt a pair of eyes watching her from behind, and without guessing, she knew it was Xiao Yisha.

She really couldn’t understand where such animosity came from; it’s not as if she posed any threat to her.

She didn’t understand the thoughts of other women.

Seeing her come in, Cao Weiyu quickly pulled her aside, his voice urgent, "You need to take a look at this."

She strode over and looked down at the virus cells in the cell culture dish, a touch of a smile creasing her brow.

"It’s ready."

Her voice was soft, and in the lab filled only with the sounds of equipment and dish collisions, it was very clear.

"That’s great, this is undoubtedly a major foundation for the upcoming experiments."

The entire lab erupted in applause as loud as thunder.

They were all incredibly excited; being researchers, they of course knew the critical role the separated virus strain would play in future treatments.

Yun Yue exhaled a breath; her previous efforts had not been in vain, at least saving a lot of time. If she had never been in contact with this type of virus, it would have taken at least four months to isolate the strain.

She stepped out of the lab, knowing that once a drug was developed, she wouldn’t need to worry much.

It would still take some time; during this period, infected individuals must receive symptomatic treatment.

The general symptoms for infected individuals are fever, cough, fatigue, shortness of breath, and so on. As long as they are discovered in time and treated symptomatically, along with their own immune response, they generally can recover.

However, a small number of severely ill and critically ill patients face a risk to their lives, with a relatively high mortality rate.

Fei Canqing heard the news and rushed over, amazingly fast. Seeing her outside, he smiled, "I heard you’ve successfully isolated the virus strain?"

"Yes, we can begin researching the medication now," she nodded, her gaze flickering as she looked at the medical staff lying in the hallway, "How are the patients doing?"

"The majority discovered in time, just exhibiting mild symptoms, should recover after a period with timely treatment and their own immunity. Some are still in quarantine observation, but the few with severe symptoms I’m afraid won’t make it."

Fei Canqing was also very tired, racing through various wards until his feet were practically ablaze.

"You take a break; the lab probably doesn’t need me for now. I can take over for you," Yun Yue said to him, looking successful after isolating the strain, the aggressive vigor returning to her tone.

"Fine, I’ll rest for a couple of hours; you shouldn’t overexert yourself either," Fei Canqing leaned against the wall, showing his exhaustion. His back was sore, a sure sign he had grown old and lacked the stamina of the young.

Decades ago, he could go a full day and night without rest, still spry as a dragon.

Fei Canqing left, and his assistant followed Yun Yue. He knew who Yun Yue was; apparently, their president was her disciple—can you believe it?!

Of course, it seemed like he was the only one who knew this secret. Keeping secrets felt exhausting, but even more than that, he dared not reveal it.

"Is this hospital even functioning? I’ve been here so long and haven’t seen anyone treat me; do you want me to die?!"

A middle-aged man, fuming with anger, stormed up to the reception desk in the lobby. He removed his mask, exposing a fierce face that frightened everyone around him, causing them to pale and keep their distance.

"Sir, please put on your mask and calm down. We are short-staffed at the hospital, and there’s a shortage of rooms and beds. We are treating patients based on severity. You just have a minor fever and cough; please be patient and wait for our medical staff to treat you."

The receptionist was intimidated by him. Seeing him without a mask and spitting while he spoke, their faces turned pale with fear. Luckily they were wearing protective suits; otherwise, if even a single drop landed on their faces, they could have been infected.

And it seemed like he had already incited those around him; faced with death, they might do anything. Some, knowing they would not survive, intended to drag others down with them.

"Yeah! We’ve all waited so long. Their lives matter, but ours do too! Although our symptoms are mild, what if they get worse without timely treatment?"

"That’s right! Hurry up and get someone out here to treat us. What’s the use of treating those who are about to die? That’s just wasting resources!"

There were hundreds of people in the lobby, and they started arguing noisily, quickly getting out of control.

The middle-aged man began to rush inside.

"If you don’t treat me, I’ll make a scene! I want to see if you’ll treat me or not!"

He was fierce-looking and extreme in his actions, tall and imposing—most of the staff on the scene were female nurses who dared not stop him.

Especially with so many people stirring up trouble behind him; if they forcibly removed the nurses’ protective suits, the nurses could get infected too.

"Are there still troublemakers in this situation?" The assistant commented and then hurried off. To prevent disruptions, Lan City had police stationed at all the major hospitals.

Special times call for special measures.

Willful troublemakers could only be dealt with by Special Means.

He hadn’t gone far when the middle-aged man grabbed him, glaring furiously.

"Where are you going! You seem to be the highest-ranking one here; call your supervisor to treat me right now!"

The assistant’s eyes widened—not that he didn’t care about the man’s life, but his illness could be treated by a junior nurse. Their president was swamped, running to and from the intensive care units; how could he spare time to treat him?

Everyone is afraid of death, but if everyone acted like this man, the entire hospital would fall into chaos. Normally, when a hospital is understaffed, they also prioritize treatment starting from the most serious cases.

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