Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 98: All Striving

Chapter 98: Chapter 98: All Striving

He was making such a fuss that not only would they not grow, but even the nurses here didn’t want to treat him.

He was not as strong as he looked and couldn’t break free, his complexion gradually turning dark.

"Let go, if you want to survive, you should just patiently wait, your turn will come eventually!"

"And you others, there are police outside, if you want to change the environment for treatment, that’s not impossible, especially since the hospital is running out of beds!"

"The hospital won’t abandon anyone, each of you will be treated in time, you all see how busy the doctors are, they hardly sleep a few hours a day, the beds have been given to you, they’d rather sleep on the floor..."

Many people thought his words made sense, and they all sat back down, only the middle-aged man still refused to let go.

"Fine words are easy to say, I’ve been waiting here for a day already, nobody has come to check on me since my initial diagnosis, what if my condition worsens?!"

Yun Yue, with her shoulders slouched, even in her bulky and heavy protective gear, could not hide her defiant and aggressive posture.

Under the goggles, her eyes were one part defiance, nine parts cold, irony tugging at the corners of her lips beneath the mask. She quickly stepped forward and seized the man’s wrist, causing him pain and forcing him to open his mouth in a grimace.

"This is not a place for you to throw a tantrum, if you want treatment, just quietly wait for it!"

Her gaze was icy, her voice chilling to the bone. She pushed hard, knocking the man to the ground, "Consider this a lesson, put on your mask properly! In the hospital, you must follow the hospital’s rules, there’s no first come, first served here, only a matter of severity!"

She spoke with undeniable authority, frightening everyone in the hall so much that they dared not move, even the nurses were scared by her.

Her protective clothing obscured her appearance, her voice sounded young, only her eyes, cold and compelling, were visible. Being stared at by her felt chilling to the bone.

The middle-aged man was indeed frightened by her, only he knew how strong she had been, his wrist still numb, his spine chilled by her stare.

The assistant watched her in secret awe, truly worthy of being the president’s mentor, her presence was frightening.

"Let’s go, I’ll take you to the intensive care unit."

The two left, and the few nurses present began to disperse the crowd. They were also anxious, as saving lives and aiding the injured was their duty as doctors, but they were simply overwhelmed, forced to treat patients in order of severity.

"These are all severe infections, already having breathing difficulties, reliant on machines to help them breathe, but with more and more people, the machines are almost not enough, and the hospital beds are also in short supply."

Yun Yue pursed her lips and said nothing. There were still many severe patients waiting outside, she walked over to check each of their conditions and devised appropriate treatment plans.

"Breathing difficulty, undergo oxygen therapy."

"High fever of 39 degrees, breathing difficulty, cough, diarrhea, intensive care."

...

She diagnosed quickly, integrating Western and Chinese medicine, her assistant followed her diagnoses filling out forms for each patient before directing them to the corresponding rooms.

He used to have breaks when he followed the president, but now his hand never stopped writing.

It wasn’t until two in the morning when Fei Canqing came to take over her shift that she stopped, the queue significantly reduced. He exclaimed, "You diagnosed so quickly?"

"With you here, things are much easier for me, you two go rest first, I’ll take over with Qin Shanglin."

Saying this, he snatched the device from Yun Yue’s hands and started ushering people away.

She could only return to her residence to rest, removed her protective clothing, and was met with a wave of sweat odor as she walked into the bathroom, took a bath, and then opened her laptop to upload data.

Today, the virus strain she had isolated was already uploaded online, and various countries had started researching medications.

Golden Net had already tallied the number of infected and deceased in each country, with country M having the highest numbers, while country Z had quickly and effectively deployed strategies, a result of efforts from officials and the public across various levels.

It was 3 a.m. when she finally shut down her computer and went to sleep.

"Master Chen, Xiao Yu just called. Second Young Master Xiao has been infected, but it’s mild, and he’s already being treated. He should recover."

"Also, in Beijing, some of the Xiao Family have been infected, but only the collateral branches, none from the direct lineage yet. Xiao Yisha along with President Fei Canqing are at Lan City Central Hospital researching, they’ve managed to isolate the virus strain and have started preparing medications."

Xiao Feng rattled off a bunch before carefully eyeing the person on the sofa.

His eyes were closed, it was already three in the morning, lights inside were bright, stray hairs on his forehead covering his sparse cold eyebrows, his breathing was contained, his face sharp with a trace of a cold frown, his chest rising and falling.

For a moment, he couldn’t determine if the person on the sofa was asleep or not, so he continued speaking.

"Furthermore, a foundation has been established in your name; since yesterday, we’ve raised three billion in donations, and our team has started transporting various supplies to Lan City. The first batch should arrive tomorrow. Master Chen?"

After finishing, he tentatively spoke up, still looking at the one with eyes closed, unintentionally glancing at Feng Ye, who hadn’t shaved in two days, dealing with more in these two days than in the past six months.

"People are still profiteering at such a time? If it can be handled, handle it; if not, remember it for me, I’ll deal with it after I’m done!" he said, taking a call and then harshly hanging up.

Swearing under his breath, the ashtray next to him was filled with cigarette butts.

"Master Chen, the company’s stocks are plummeting, constantly at a loss, and the employees are asking if their salaries can be paid in advance."

Xiao Feng gave a grateful look; having spoken so loudly, he was the one to bear any scolding.

"Pay three months of salary to the lower-level employees, let them stay home in peace, and come back to work after the storm has passed."

The person seated on the sofa’s lips slightly moved, his voice slightly hoarse, eyebrows slightly furrowed, his eyes unopened, yet emitting an oppressive aura.

"First, take care of the medical staff, then distribute to other necessary positions."

"Okay." Xiao Feng nodded and started making calls again.

Outside, a storm began, the wind howling against the windows, the dark sky occasionally lit by flashes of lightning, and gradually heavy rain started pouring down, hitting the windows with a dull sound.

One drop at a time struck their heavy hearts,no one had anticipated such events.

Since the day before yesterday, many had been striving with unity, joining forces.

Those with strength contributed effort, those with money donated money, those with supplies provided them— from entrepreneurs to ordinary people, everyone was fighting hard against this disaster.

Online, they saw those medical workers, stripping off their protective suits, drenched in sweat, faces flushed with heat, lips cracked from dehydration, and some even resting against each other on the floor when there weren’t enough beds, just to get up and work a few hours later.

They were tired, yet not as exhausted as those on the front lines.

Unexpectedly, some unscrupulous traders were inflating prices, and the two of them, busy to death, still had to worry about this.