Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 17: Looking at the Problem from a Different Angle (Please Read)
"Ouyang Ouyang, Ouyang..."

In the darkness, an erratic voice echoed, awakening Ou Yang's sleeping consciousness.

He opened his eyes without warning and sat up suddenly.

The defenseless Zhu Yiming sat down on the ground: "Oh my god, what are you doing?"

Ou Yang was confused for a moment before he remembered where he was. His eyes slowly focused: "Did I fall asleep?" His back and eyes ached, and his brain felt heavy as if it were filled with lead.

"Not only did he fall asleep, he was completely asleep!" Zhu Yiming stood up unhappily. Seeing that Ou Yang was still distraught, he quickly reached out and waved his hand in front of him. "Hey, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I just didn't get enough sleep." Ou Yang covered his forehead, unable to recall when he fell asleep.

Turning my head to look out the window, I saw a layer of leaden clouds covering the sky, and I couldn't tell what time it was.

"What time is it?" Ou Yang rubbed his temples, trying to relieve the pain.

Zhu Yiming raised his wrist, and the smartwatch automatically lit up: "It's 7:30 in the morning, are you really okay?"

"It's okay, let me take it easy... How long have I been sleeping?"

Zhu Yiming counted on his fingers: "Four, five, six, seven... more than three hours."

"So short? No wonder!" Ou Yang sighed. After a closer look, he found that Zhu Yiming's eyes were bloodshot and his voice was a little hoarse. "You didn't sleep?"

"I slept for a while!" Zhu Yiming made a little gesture.

Ou Yang looked around and saw that everyone else also looked tired. Even Uncle Hu, who loved to interrupt others, looked as listless as an eggplant hit by frost.

The other passengers were not in a good state of mind either. The hall was noisy and full of complaints. It was obvious that they were all sleeping soundly and had just been woken up.

Several teams of people in protective suits were pushing carts, distributing breakfast to each square - two biscuits per person, and a large spoonful of watery soup made of something unknown!

Porridge is not porridge, and paste is not paste.

It was delivered here not long after. Ou Yang was very upset when he got the breakfast. He looked around with disgust, but couldn't tell what was in the porridge.

Not only are the ingredients difficult to distinguish, but the smell is also extremely strange.

"Eat it." Aunt Guo calmly took a bite of the biscuit and drank a mouthful of the cold porridge without changing her expression.

Ou Yang's cheek twitched, and he thought to himself that people who have endured hard times are different!
He took a bite of the biscuit and frowned immediately.

This thing is not hard, but it is very dry. When you take a bite of it, it immediately crumbles into biscuit crumbs in your mouth. The limited saliva you have is absorbed instantly, just like you have eaten a mouth full of desiccant.

Not only that, the taste of the biscuits is hard to describe. Apart from the cloying sweetness, there is no other flavor.

I took a sip of the paste, wow, it was so sweet that it choked my throat, and my mouth felt like it was covered with a layer of syrup. This stuff is basically just sugar water, okay?

It’s still concentrated!
Ou Yang is not a picky person and does not have any special preferences for food, but at least it has to be something decent, right?
He finally understood why there were so many fat people in Lao Mi.

The expressions of the others were not very good either, especially Uncle Hu. He sighed after tasting a little, took out the injection pen from his small bag, and injected the needle into his belly.

Not only Uncle Hu, but Aunt Guo also took a few pills just now.

Ou Yang suddenly fell silent, then began to eat with big mouthfuls. Zhu Yiming looked at Ou Yang, then at the same biscuit in his hand. He licked it tentatively, and it still tasted the same. "No, what's wrong with you?"

Ou Yang was busy talking and had no time to speak. He just gave him a questioning look.

Zhu Yiming shook the biscuit and asked, "How did you eat it?"

He really couldn't understand what made Ou Yang's attitude take a 180-degree turn.

Ou Yang swallowed the residue in his mouth and asked in a low voice: "Let me ask you, who is most likely to be infected?"

Zhu Yiming was confused: "Aren't you answering the wrong question?"

Ou Yang signaled Aunt Guo and Uncle Hu with his eyes: "People with underlying diseases and low immunity are most susceptible to infection."

"Do I need you to tell me this?" Zhu Yiming was even more confused.

"Why are you so anxious?" Ou Yang glared at him. "Just because we're fine now doesn't mean we'll be fine in the future. Balanced nutrition can enhance immunity!"

Zhu Yiming showed a constipated expression: "You told me this thing is nutritious?"

Ou Yang remained calm and said, "If you don't have enough nutrition, then you should first take in enough calories to keep your body in good condition. Only then will you be able to defeat the virus!"

"Oh my god, I made you take this detour!" Zhu Yiming suddenly realized.

"To tell you the truth, I really hope that what the major said yesterday was a lie." Ou Yang drank the remaining sugar water in one gulp, and it was so sweet that he grinned.

"What do you mean?"

Ou Yang sighed and looked up at the dark clouds in the sky. "If it really is an ancient fungus, then humanity knows nothing about it. We'll have to start from scratch and slowly research it, and no one knows when we'll get results. On the other hand, if the fungus came from a US military laboratory, things would be different. The Americans must have studied it extensively and known its characteristics long ago. They not only have treatment options, but maybe even a vaccine or other countermeasures... Which one would be most beneficial to us?"

Zhu Yiming...

"Needless to say, it must be the second one!"

His previous thoughts were very simple. If it was a natural virus, there would be nothing to say. Everyone would be a victim, and if they were infected, they could only blame their bad luck. But if the US military created an artificial virus and leaked it, it would be different. Being infected would be an unexpected disaster!
Now that I consider the problem from a different angle, I suddenly realize that I was thinking too simply.

The virus is so contagious that the US military cannot just watch as millions of people in Brown Bear City die together. Whether it is a vaccine, a special medicine or anything else, as long as it can effectively control the spread or suppress the disease, it must be contributed as soon as possible.

There is a huge difference here!
After finally sorting out his thoughts, Zhu Yiming changed his stance and began to expect that the virus came from a secret laboratory.

As they were talking, the others had almost finished their meal. A group of people in protective suits armed with live ammunition entered the terminal, dividing the huge waiting hall into several areas of similar size, staring at everyone with a fierce look.

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd.

Zhu Yiming immediately had a random thought: Are they going to distribute special medicine? Or vaccinate everyone?

The man in the protective suit with the rank of major painted on his body once again stood in front of the crowd, holding up a megaphone and saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, we will now conduct some necessary screening and inspection. For everyone's safety, please answer every question truthfully. No concealment or omission is allowed. Please form your team based on your own square. Thank you for your cooperation... Let's begin!"

The protective suits immediately took action and went into their respective areas of responsibility.

　Don't keep books, if you don't get any results, the book will be useless.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)