Even the people of the Empire did not panic as much as they did last time.

First of all, Li Qingcang got the information of Mr. Qiu, who was initially ill, and asked the Ministry of health and the Ministry of public security to investigate the similarities of the six people one by one.

They must find the origin of the disease in the shortest possible time, and through these places to start a new round of investigation.

What Li Qingcang and ye Tianxin will do, ye Jinyu doesn't care.

He took a pile of writing paper, a greasy pen, one by one handed to all the medical staff.

"Dear colleagues, sars-2 is coming with great momentum. For the sake of hundreds of millions of innocent people behind us, we should declare our determination to die and start this campaign. Please show your determination to die and write a letter of will."

Lin Xianyin held the thin paper, and her tears whirled in her eyes.

Is she dying?

Yes, she's dying.

During the period of SARS virus spreading, some medical staff died in their jobs.

Their death is a glorious death.

Their names will be deeply imprinted on the milestone of medical history.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the conference room was very low.

All the people were sitting in the conference room, quietly writing a suicide note.

This is the last letter. It's the best letter for relatives.

But in such a time, all people do not know what they can say.

Lin Xianyin was the first to hand over his will to Ye Jinyu.

"Mr. Ye, I went to see the patient first."

"OK."

One letter after another, like snowflakes, fell into the hands of Ye Jinyu.

The weight of each letter seems to be heavy.

Lin Xianyin went to Mr. Qiu's ward, and his body had been sent for medical autopsy.

Through the mask, you can smell a strong smell of disinfectant.

That kind of breath, stabbing Lin Xianyin's eyes are slightly red, her heart is like a knife, pricking hard.

From studying medicine to becoming a doctor, Lin Xianyin also saw many cases of birth and death in five or six years.

The hospital itself is a place where death and freshmen are integrated.

Here she saw the death of many and the life of many.

"I'm not good, if I start..."

Ye Jinyu said calmly, "Dr. Lin, I've seen your response plan. With your experience, if you can have such a response, you are already a very excellent doctor. You don't need to blame yourself. There are always many things that can't be predicted. The only thing you can do is to minimize the damage."

Lin Xianyin took a deep breath.

"Yes, it's a tough battle. I can't admit defeat."

Ye Jinyu looks at Lin Xianyin's face with a mask. He smiles faintly.

"This is a war without smoke of gunpowder. This is not the first or the last time in the history of human beings fighting against viruses. Therefore, we should keep our spirits up, and in order not to let this terrible sars-2 virus spread faster, all of us must be prepared for it..."

Ye Jinyu's voice did not finish, only saw a nurse trot in.

"Dr. Lin, Dr. ye, the No. 2 pathogen is coming on!"

Ye Jinyu and Lin Xianyin run into the ward of No. 2 pathogen.

The No. 2 pathogen is a pregnant woman in June, and her body is also full of hose.

At this time, she is in the hospital bed, shivering.

Along with the hospital bed also issued a creaky harsh sound.

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