"According to insiders, a new virus was discovered in Kaoshan Village."
"The new virus suddenly appeared in the mountain village, and dozens of people have been infected, one of whom has died."
"The young Chinese medicine practitioner went into the mountains alone to look for the source of the virus and was suspected of being infected."
Two days later, dozens of reports about the epidemic appeared in major newspapers.
Of course, some people just report on the power of the virus, but some people, fearing that the world will not be in chaos, start to make random arrangements.
"The new virus suddenly appeared in mountain villages, and the relevant departments blocked the news. This is irresponsible to the people and to life."
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"Murong, what do you think?" Zhao Xi's face was not very good, and he handed the newspaper in his hand to Yan Murong and asked.
"Needless to say, it must have been Liang Shaokun who revealed the news." Yan Murong curled her lips and said. "I guess the news will be all over the TV by now, right?"
"Report."
As soon as Yan Murong finished speaking, a soldier walked in, looked at Zhao Xi and said, "Commander, there are dozens of reporters outside, what should I do?"
"The reporter is here?" Zhao Xi was stunned, and looked at Yan Murong, only to find that Yan Murong was also looking at him. They both seemed to have expected it when they showed a hint of surprise on their faces.
Whether it was reported in newspapers or broadcast on TV, it was written based on Liang Shaokun's words - needless to say, now they are here to confirm the source of the information.
Just as he was talking, Zhao Xi's phone rang again.
Looking at the caller ID on the phone, Zhao Xi's face darkened. After answering the call, he walked aside and whispered a few words, then turned around and said, "The call came from above."
"What does it mean?"
"Tell the truth."
"Tell the truth?" Yan Murong looked surprised. "What do they think? Although there is no increase in the number of infections, the disease is indeed not under control yet - just let those reporters report it, who knows what will happen
Write whatever you want—even if they don’t know how to write, it will still cause people to panic.”
Yan Murong was so depressed that he wanted to die. How could that Liang Shaokun be such an idiot? As the son of the Minister of Health, he didn't inherit his father's calmness at all. He was so frightened that he ran out and said everything.
Yan Murong's teeth were itching with hatred, and she thought that if she saw that idiot again, she would give him two injections to turn her into a mute and make him say anything.
Is this something that can be said casually? The terrifying virus can cause death in a week. Even if the spread is controlled, it will cause psychological panic.
"You go out first, I'll go find Principal Chen." Zhao Xi sighed and said to Yan Murong.
Yan Murong nodded. As soon as the soldiers who came in to report went out, they found that the only road into the village was already blocked by people. Everyone was jumping in with long guns and short cannons to look in ----- If not
Many soldiers have already set up roadblocks there, and I am afraid they have already broken in.
What is the most life-threatening thing? Gangsters? Killers? Drug lords? -----None of them. The most life-threatening thing is the reporter.
Especially those war reporters, who shuttled like crazy among the ruins of artillery fire, using the cameras or video cameras in their hands to record one war scene after another.
If you are lucky, you can return to your own country - if you are unlucky, your soul will be thrown away by a stray bullet, a sudden explosion of a dumb bomb, or a suddenly collapsed house, and you will be buried in a foreign country. Then your home country
Some people will say, "Journalist so-and-so died heroically in order to record the cruelty of the war and to record these precious scenes."
Yan Murong didn't like reporters who wanted to take photos even if they risked their lives.
You can be dedicated, but you don’t have to be dedicated to this level, right?
Even soldiers in war know when to attack and when to retreat.
"Let us in, we are journalists and we have the right to press freedom."
"Yes, let us in. The leader has agreed to our reporting. Why are you still stopping us?"
"That is, your leaders have agreed that we are coming, so why are you stopping us? Do you want to disobey orders? This is irresponsible to the people, the nation, and the country."
Dozens of reporters whose way was blocked by soldiers began to quarrel, and the group of soldiers responsible for setting up the blockade looked at each other in confusion.
Okay, this has risen to the level of a nation and a country. Being a reporter is so awesome that you can take off such a big label casually.
"What's the fuss about?" Yan Murong suddenly shouted.
Not to mention, this voice really had some effect and successfully diverted everyone's attention.
"They are executing orders, so what's the use of embarrassing them?" Yan Murong looked at the group of reporters and said. "Since you are asked to report from above, there is no need for us to stop you - you must have some discipline, right?"
Noisy------Do you know what the place is inside? Do you know how scary this virus is? I have to give you some time to find a safe place before letting you in, right?"
"Who are you?" As soon as Yan Murong finished speaking, someone in the crowd shouted.
"I am a doctor."
"Yes, he is a doctor. He is the young doctor who went into the mountains alone to find the source of infection."
This sudden shout made the reporters react, and they immediately raised their guns and cannons and slapped them at Yan Murong. The flash blinded Yan Murong for a moment.
"Doctor, doctor, is your name Yan Murong?" A female reporter standing in the front row held up a microphone in her hand, stretched her arms long, and asked Yan Murong. "Can you tell us, who are you?
For what purpose did you go into the mountains alone? This virus is so scary, aren’t you afraid of being infected? It is said that a wolf was brought back from the mountains with you, and the person who went into the mountains with you was also responsible for the blockade mission.
Mr. Zhao’s only daughter—can you tell me what happened to you all on the mountain?”
Yan Murong almost cried when she was asked questions. Looking at the man carrying a camera next to the reporter, Yan Murong was puzzled.
Is this a news reporter from a TV station? Why are you asking all the questions? If I hadn’t seen the name and position on your job badge, I would have thought you were sent by a tabloid to report gossip.
"Yes, Doctor Yan, please tell us. Can you tell us about this virus by the way?"
"Don't make any noise, don't make any noise." Yan Murong's ears were buzzing from the noise, and he waved his hands quickly and said. "What do you want to ask, please ask again later, and President Chen Hanqing of Yanjing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine will answer it for you -----
Now I can’t hear what you are saying at all.”
PS: It’s a new year, a new month, so some adjustments need to be made in the update. In December of 2012, I kept updating more than 10,000 words in five updates throughout the night. Don’t be too nervous, for fear that the update will be late. 1
Starting from the beginning of the month, there will be three updates every day, at 0:00, 9:00 a.m. and 5:00 p.m. But don’t worry, I will certainly not be lazy, I will continue to write and save articles, and participate in the update week at the end of each month.
Moreover, the number of burst votes will be set very low.
In addition, I recommend a book written by MM. The author of "The Attack of the Ruffian Concubine: Back to Ancient Times to Be an Undercover Agent" is a pure girl. She said, I will give her a chapter recommendation, and if her subscription goes up, she will give it to me
I don’t know if the bed warmer is real or fake. Do you believe it?