With a face full of suspicion, it was now Lin Junfu's turn to be unclear about the situation. Although he understood the seriousness of the flu, the responses of the people in front of him seed sowhat too... intense.
No! It shouldn't be intense! To be precise... it's fear! That's right! They are afraid!
For so reason, Lin Junfu felt a chill run down his spine, and he imdiately replied softly, "The number of infected people, including Old Wang, is already about 10."
"What? 10!" Wang Qiang jumped up from his stool, and his sudden action truly startled everyone present.
"Yes! 10! What's wrong? Is there anything inappropriate?" Lin Junfu repeated, noncommittally, adding more to his worries.
"Haha, it's like this," Tang Xiaoquan took over the conversation with a smile, gesturing Wang Qiang to sit down; he didn't want any conflict arising later due to the latter's impulsive comnts.
Thus, Tang Xiaoquan explained in detail the incidents of people turning into zombies that they encountered to Lin Junfu, and as the topic deepened, the latter's stiff face beca increasingly tense.
"According to what you say... those people, hiss~" Lin Junfu involuntarily sucked in a cold breath, recalling the stormy night, with bloody scenes flashing in his mind like a movie.
Tang Xiaoquan completely understood the man's reaction, but given the urgency, he still needed to ask: "So, Lin, you said those people have been isolated, where are their isolation places..."
His finger instinctively pointed to the side, and although it was only for a mont, Tang Xiaoquan still noticed Lin Junfu's lips twitching as he raised his arm.
"Next door, one room with children, another without, and... Old Wang has a separate room!"
"How long have they been inside since they showed flu symptoms?"
"Well~" Slowly lowering his arm, Lin Junfu seed a bit uncertain: "It's hard to say, you know we didn't realize the seriousness of the flu at first, so no asures were taken. Then everyone got infected mutually; so recovered in a week, so got infected again after recovery. The longest lasted more than half a month. However, since we took asures to separate the infected from normal people, these issues haven't occurred again."
Upon hearing this, Wei Yang's brows furrowed together.
Obviously, she hadn't seen the normal people turning into zombies as Tang Xiaoquan described, but as a nurse, she had so understanding of the infection chanism of the strains.
So in her opinion, if Tang Xiaoquan's worries are true, those infected survivors should have turned into zombies already, and not recover; nor should there be partial infection, partial health, or other strange situations.
Unless...
Unless there's so microorganism here that can inhibit the outbreak of the strains, but unfortunately, Lin Junfu explicitly stated last night that there had been cases of people turning into zombies here.
So...
Despite knowing it's rather untily, Wei Yang stood up: "Sorry everyone, please allow to interrupt."
She waited very politely for a mont before speaking word by word: "I think the epidemic here is simply a flu outbreak!"
As soon as she said that, almost everyone's eyes, including Lin Junfu's, focused on the upright girl in the center of the room.
Wei Yang appeared extrely composed, showing no signs of shyness or awkwardness due to the attention.
On the contrary, she candidly laid out her reasoning and even stressed, "Of course, these are just my subjective guesses, but no matter the truth, from a safety standpoint, I suggest further strengthening isolation asures, ideally isolating each person in one room!"
After hearing the girl's words, Lin Junfu's heart slightly cald down. To be honest, he was already unable to bear the pain caused by the tragic events.
However, the requirent of one person per room proposed was sowhat...
Showing a few signs of distress, Lin Junfu awkwardly said, "Actually, Miss Wei, I have considered single rooms, but the conditions simply don't allow it! You see, aside from other matters, just taking care of the two infected children requires adults. Furthermore, the rooms available for partitions are only four in total. Of course, the storage room downstairs could be used, but if you activate it, you have to allocate extra personnel to watch over it, so..."
Shaking his head helplessly, Lin Junfu was truly finding himself with heart but no power.
Wei Yang didn't show much surprise about this, because during her schooling she had learned about building temporary isolation spaces, so she imdiately responded: "Lin, regarding the isolation rooms, rest assured, I'll think of a way. However, I might need to use so of your resources."
"You?" Lin Junfu hesitated slightly, evidently not believing this seemingly delicate, inexperienced girl could solve his urgent problem that's been worrying him for days.
Perhaps sensing the man's hesitation, Hu Xiaodong tily explained: "Well~ Lin, we haven't told you yet, but Xiao Wei is a nurse at the First Affiliated Hospital, so you can rest assured about the dical issues!"
"Ah~" Another subconscious exclamation, Lin Junfu looked into Wei Yang's eyes, then confird with a slightly excited tone: "Miss Wei, are you a nurse?"
Feeling sowhat uneasy being stared at by Lin Junfu, Wei Yang shyly smiled with her cheeks flushing: "I... am just an intern nurse for now, haha."
"That's great!" He slapped the table heavily, spilling clear water.
No wonder Lin Junfu was so excited, knowing the apocalypse was unlike the past, where you could visit a hospital for treatnt when sick.
But now, even the most ordinary cold could be fatal.
Why? It's due to the scarcity of dical resources, especially dical staff. If in the apocalypse you're fortunate to et such talent, you have plenty of reasons to be happy.
At this point, Lin Junfu had nothing much to think about and decisively declared: "Miss Wei, whatever you need, feel free to ask. Our factory will unconditionally support you, don't hesitate to ask!"
It was excellent to get Lin Junfu's approval.
But when Wei Yang expressed her first need, Lin Junfu's initially cheerful face imdiately turned gloomy...
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