klisemfg Chapter 564 Undercurrent
Chapter 564 Undercurrent
As the afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared into the horizon, another day slowly came to an end in this war without gunpowder.
The angels in white dragged their tired but determined steps, finishing a day of intense and busy work.
They have performed their duties excellently with professionalism and compassion, building a solid line of defense in the fight against the virus.
However, in a dark corner inside the prison not far away, the culprit who caused the prison virus infection crisis,
Just like a demon king from hell, he exudes a chilling aura.
He had a gloomy face, and the scar on his face looked even more hideous in the dim light, as if it were a mark carved by the devil.
Thinking about how his carefully planned plan to get rich was completely destroyed by Mu Xiaoji, the founder of Renxin Hospital, he felt very uncomfortable.
A raging rage instantly ignited in his eyes, and that look seemed to be able to devour Mu Xiaoji alive.
At this moment, he was staring at the direction of the isolation area, his eyes full of resentment, as if he could see Mu Xiaoji himself directly through the heavily blocked doors.
His body exuded an evil aura. He held a cigarette between his slender fingers and sucked on it methodically. The hatred in his heart surged like a raging tide.
Qiangzi stood cautiously behind the scarred-faced Wu Kun, not daring to breathe.
Scar Kun is a well-known figure in the prison. He is cruel and ruthless, and makes people terrified at the mere mention of him.
He knew very well that his elder brother's anger at the moment was like a volcano about to erupt, and if he was not careful he would end up getting burned.
Qiangzi cleared his throat and mustered up the courage to say, "Brother, I heard that the prison has invited Mu Xiaoji, the founder of Renxin Hospital, to be fully responsible for this physical examination.
Last night, Mosquito came back and said that two prison guards and inmates had died, but just a few hours later,
The condition of many infected people has been effectively controlled, and those who were initially infected have begun to recover."
When Scar Kun heard the news, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.
He suddenly turned his head and stared at Qiangzi, as if he wanted to see the truth of the news from his face.
"Who is Mu Xiaoji? Is he so efficient?" Scar Kun asked gritting his teeth, his tone full of confusion and anger.
Qiangzi narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the information reported by his brothers, and responded cautiously:
"Brothers have returned to report that it was a young man with a disability. We thought he wasn't to be feared, but we didn't expect him to be so courageous. It seems we really underestimated him."
Qiangzi rarely gave a high evaluation. He then paused, a fierce look flashing in his eyes, and continued:
"Brother, we can't let this guy ruin our plans and cut off our financial resources. How about I arrange for a few brothers to give him..."
As he spoke, Qiangzi made a gesture of wiping his neck. His movements were clean and neat, revealing a sense of ruthlessness.
Scar Kun didn't say anything. He looked into the distance of the isolated area, but the corners of his mouth inadvertently rose, revealing a sly smile.
That smile looked particularly sinister in the dim light, as if brewing a more vicious conspiracy.
He slowly raised his head, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, as if he had already outlined a plan to deal with Mu Xiaoji in his mind.
"Don't rush into anything." Scarface finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell.
"Since Mu Xiaoji was able to control the situation in such a short time, he must be no ordinary person. If we act rashly, we will probably alert the enemy."
Scar Kun spoke as he paced slowly on the spot, as if weighing the pros and cons with every step.
"We have to think long-term and find a foolproof way to get rid of him without exposing ourselves."
Scar Kun's eyes revealed a complex expression of greed and cruelty. He knew very well that
Mu Xiaoji has become the biggest obstacle to his evil plan, and he must do everything possible to eradicate him.
Under the cover of this seemingly peaceful night, a conspiracy surrounding Mu Xiaoji is quietly brewing.
The battle between justice and evil is about to enter a more thrilling stage...
Qiangzi frowned slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, but he still said respectfully: "Brother, you are right. It's just that this kid is becoming more and more troublesome. The longer the night, the more trouble there is."
Scar Kun stopped and looked at Qiangzi with eagle-like sharp eyes, snorted coldly and said, "Of course I know.
But we can't act blindly. Mu Xiaoji is surrounded by so many prison guards, and the prison authorities attach great importance to him. If we act rashly, we may end up losing more than we gain.
Scar Kun turned around and sat on the railing of the playground, his hands crossed over his chest, lost in thought.
After a moment, he slowly said: "Go and investigate Mu Xiaoji's detailed information, the more detailed the better.
Find out everything about his family, friends, and whereabouts. We need to find his weakness and strike him dead.
Qiangzi nodded quickly and was about to turn around and leave when Scar Kun added:
"Also, keep a close eye on the prison's developments to see what new moves they make next.
Mu Xiaoji will definitely not be satisfied with the status quo and will definitely take further action."
Qiangzi took the order and left, leaving Scar Kun alone on the playground. He leaned against the pillar, staring blankly in the direction of the isolation.
The figure of Mu Xiaoji and his ruined plan to get rich kept appearing in his mind.
The hatred in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and he secretly vowed to make Mu Xiaoji pay a heavy price for everything he had done.
At the same time, in the isolation area of the prison, Mu Xiaoji was nervously discussing the next treatment plan with Coleville and others.
Mu Xiaoji once again summoned the heads of the Central Hospital and the First People's Hospital.
He and the members of the expert group he led gathered in the temporary conference room.
The lighting in the conference room was a little dim, and there were still some water stains on the surrounding walls, as if telling of the haste and urgency that had been experienced here.
Everyone sat around a long table that was put together. The air was filled with tension and anticipation as the meeting for the new round of screening plan was about to begin.
Mu Xiaoji, wearing a clean white coat, looked calm and focused, and said in an orderly manner:
"After a long day and night, all our medical staff raced against time to carry out emergency rescue and comprehensive physical examinations and testing, and finally achieved phased results.
From a professional perspective, the people who were initially infected are gradually recovering to a healthy state through the serum immunotherapy we use.
For example, in routine blood tests, the activity of lymphocytes was significantly enhanced, which indicates that the immune system, stimulated by serum, is actively resisting viral invasion;
For some people with more serious infections, the cycle of worsening of the disease has been successfully controlled through targeted drug treatment.
We observed that the viral load curve in their bodies began to slow down and the release of inflammatory factors also decreased.
This means that the replication rate of the virus has been effectively curbed and the inflammatory response is gradually easing.
It can be said that after a busy day and night, we have achieved such a result, which is not easy and gratifying."
When everyone heard this, they all smiled brightly and responded sincerely: "Yes, before President Mu's expert team arrived,
Facing everyone's expressions and state, our hearts were in our throats the whole time."
"Yes, especially the two prison guards and inmates who tragically passed away last night. If they had been able to use the serum brought by President Mu's expert team in time, perhaps they could have been saved."
Mu Xiaoji frowned slightly and said with a puzzled look: "This morning, I personally performed an anatomical analysis of their pathology.
During the autopsy, I found that many of their vital organs, such as the liver, kidneys, and heart, had shown signs of severe failure.
From the perspective of medical pathology, organ failure means that the cell functions of these organs have been irreversibly damaged and cannot maintain the body's physiological functions normally.
Even with the most advanced drugs at the time, their lives could not be saved. If the prison had been open about the treatment earlier,
Taking proactive and effective measures at the early stages of the disease might have saved their lives."
Warden Li Zhengguo, still a little tired, held his forehead while listening to the meeting summary.
Upon hearing this, his face instantly turned ashen, like the dark clouds before a storm, terrifyingly gloomy.
He sat aside coldly, his icy gaze seemed to freeze the air as it shot straight at Mu Xiaoji.
Deputy Warden Lei Tingfeng could no longer suppress his anger. He suddenly stood up, pointed his finger at Mu Xiaoji, and loudly scolded him:
"Mu, what do you mean? Do we want to kill them? This epidemic broke out so suddenly, we were completely caught off guard, okay!"
Just when the atmosphere was tense to the extreme, Tao Ge quickly pointed the camera at Lei Tingfeng. The lens was like a sharp eye, capturing every detail.
Yao Xinyue was not to be outdone and asked sharply, "Deputy Warden, do I understand that the prison has some degree of negligence in the health management of prisoners?
From the perspective of a professional journalist, if timely detection and measures had been taken in the early stages of the epidemic, such tragedies might have been avoided.
How do you explain that the potential risk of infection was not detected in time before the outbreak?
Lei Tingfeng was speechless for a moment, his face turning red and white. He pointed at Yao Xinyue irritably and shouted, "Stop, stop, stop, stop. Now we have to summarize the meeting and plan for tomorrow's work. Can we stop filming?"
Yao Xinyue, however, remained unmoved, smiled slightly, and responded firmly: “No, Deputy Warden.
Providing the public with truthful and objective reports is our unshirkable principle and responsibility as journalists.
The public has the right to know the truth about the incident, including the development of the epidemic, the response measures and possible problems therein.
Our reporting is not just about exposing the problem, but also about promoting solutions to the problem so that similar tragedies will never happen again.”
At this time, Ming Ye smiled shyly, trying to ease the tense atmosphere: "Warden Lei, please calm down.
We have the situation under control now, which is the best possible outcome. There's nothing we can't argue with the public about.
You are worried that the exposure will embarrass the prison or even bring disgrace upon it, but these will not affect your future because of this virus infection incident.
As long as we face the problem seriously and actively resolve it, I believe our superiors, seeing the difficulty of managing the complex environment in our prison, will also understand your situation and good intentions."
When Mu Xiaoji heard this, a meaningful glint flashed in his eyes, and he immediately clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Mingda reporter is indeed insightful, and the two leaders should also understand the reasoning behind this.
A new batch of medicine should arrive tomorrow. Believe what Mu said, these infected people will recover soon.
At that time, if the two great reporters could write brilliantly and praise the two leaders for their positive actions and hard work, once the article is published, the situation can turn from passive to active.
Maybe your superiors will see this and give you two great praise, or even a promotion!"
Lei Tingfeng's face flushed red after hearing this, as if a rage was boiling in his chest, yet he was forcibly suppressing it. He pointed at Mu Xiaoji with a trembling finger and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "It's better this way."
At this time, Ming Ye slowly turned his gaze to Yao Xinyue. The two looked at each other and reached a tacit understanding in an instant.
However, beneath this seemingly calm gaze, a silent contest was quietly intensifying.
As journalists, they all know the power of the pen in their hands. It is like an invisible sword. Once it is swung, it is extremely lethal and cannot be underestimated by anyone.