At this point.
Gu Ji could only resort to the extre.
At six in the evening, he was startled awake again by the ringing of the phone near his ear, as if he had been prone to falling into a stupor since yesterday.
Gu Ji initially thought the appraisal report from AM Hospital had co out.
Eagerly picking up the phone, it turned out to be that middle-parted policeman who had co to his apartnt in the afternoon.
"Mr. Jin, your parents were just harassed by gangsters. Fortunately, we had officers nearby who caught two thugs from the Mountain Dog Gang. No one was hurt."
"Thank you for your hard work, please continue to keep an eye on them for ."
Gu Ji didn’t say much more.
Leaving his parents under soone else’s care, although seemingly a bit cold-blooded, Shansang’s current goal was to divert his attention.
If he really went to investigate the Mountain Dog Gang, he naturally wouldn’t have the energy to deal with RS patients.
What’s more, he was already showing symptoms, and running around would only make him an unwitting spreader of the virus.
Not long after hanging up, another call ca in.
It was an unknown number.
Gu Ji squinted his eyes and swiped to answer.
A young woman’s voice appeared on the phone.
"Is this Mr. Jin? I’m Jiang Youzhen, a director at AM dical. Your virus test report is out. The dual-target PCR test is positive. RS-CoV virus was isolated from the lower respiratory tract sample, and clinical diagnosis confird you are now infected with RS!"
"Phew..."
Hearing the word "confird," Gu Ji felt a complex mix of emotions.
"Mr. Jin, you don’t need to worry. AM dical has the most top-notch dical resources in Korea. We will imdiately send soone to bring you to the hospital..."
"I’ll co there myself, just send the report over. I need it urgently."
After receiving the photo of Jiang Youzhen’s virus identification result, Gu Ji, suppressing his dizzy head, took out his prosecutor’s ID from his pocket, holding it to his chest with his left hand and setting his right hand to selfie mode on his phone, "Hello, everyone, I am Jin Zhijiu, a prosecutor at the Seoul Central District Prosecution’s Public Security Departnt of the Republic of Korea. I want to report Seoul Shansang Hospital for deliberately concealing a patient’s RS infection in my real na..."
That’s right.
The extre action Gu Ji referred to was making a real-na report!
Only the combination of factors like a Republic of Korea prosecutor making a real-na video, contracting the RS virus, and being threatened by a gangster could outweigh the fabricated news narrative of "North Korea anthrax invasion" by Shansang.
After completing the video recording, he imdiately sent it to Lin Renna.
Lin Renna acted extrely swiftly.
In the course of packing up.
Gu Ji’s phone was constantly busy, from Secretary Pei Nanzhu to Sun Zaisi, from calls to texts to social software, even alarming the highest prosecutor at the Central District Prosecution.
To avoid being tracked, he temporarily removed his phone SIM card, didn’t even check out from the room, and drove from the hotel’s underground parking lot to AM Hospital.
AM Hospital is located in the southern part of Seoul, no smaller in scale than Shansang Hospital.
White buildings stood amidst the grid-like green spaces.
Gu Ji asked the security guard at the entrance to contact the hospital’s upper managent.
A mont later, an ambulance drove up in front of his car, and four nurses in white protective suits got out and escorted him onto the ambulance, transferring him to an isolation ward for treatnt.
After an expert had just finished checking Gu Ji’s basic condition.
The door of the isolation ward was pushed open, and a woman in full protective gear walked in.
Through the goggles, her indifferent expression could be seen, but her gaze was polite, giving off an unapproachable nobility and a distinct Korean conglorate lady vibe.
"Hello, Mr. Jin. We finally et."
She was the one who communicated with Gu Ji on the phone, Director Jiang Youzhen, "How are you feeling now?"
"Not bad."
Gu Ji’s physical condition hadn’t been compromised so far, so the symptoms were still mild, "Have you reported my RS infection to the CDC and the Ministry of Health and Welfare?"
"Rest assured, the hospital has already reported the results and specins to the Disease Control and Prevention Headquarters of the Ministry of Health and Welfare."
Jiang Youzhen’s tone carried a sense of aloof superiority, "Besides, you have already caused quite a stir online. The topic ’Korea discovers a confird RS patient’ has spread, and I believe the Disease Control Headquarters will soon issue an announcent."
"That’s good..."
Hearing this, Gu Ji finally felt relieved.
Who could have imagined that completing just the first task objective would exhaust so much energy, making it hard to conceive how difficult it would be to control the virus spread afterward.
At this mont, a secretary ca in and whispered sothing in Jiang Youzhen’s ear.
"Mr. Jin, people from the Central District Prosecution are downstairs in the inpatient departnt. I declined them for now, citing the need for patient isolation."
As the daughter of the head of AM Electronics, Jiang Youzhen naturally dared to stand up against a couple of ordinary prosecutors.
"Forgive for being blunt, Mr. Jin, but you don’t need to take such extre asures. We have better ways to deal with Shansang. By doing this, you are basically burning bridges with them, which could impact your future political career."
She was naturally referring to Gu Ji’s decision to release the real-na report video online.
Korea is a capital-driven society, where political campaigns often require substantial funding, and offending the major conglorates never ends well.
"This is the fastest way for the governnt to shut down Shansang Hospital and control virus spread."
Gu Ji coughed twice.
Jiang Youzhen carefully considered her words.
Looking up and then back at Gu Ji, her gaze showed a bit more respect.
Jiang Youzhen originally thought Gu Ji’s goal was the sa as hers, to target Shansang, but she didn’t expect it was to resolve this public health crisis.
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