Chapter 683

The person in charge of the airport greeted him and was ready to shake hands with him.

The other party looked straight at the medical staff in protective clothing and said in fluent Arabic: "what's the general situation?"

Medical staff: "there are 492 people on the whole flight, including the crew. At present, they have been isolated and observed."

Xie Dingyuan kept at his feet. Behind him was the Huaxia medical team carrying drugs and equipment: "where is the isolation division?"

"The open space behind the airport."

"What are the symptoms of the first suspected infected person?"

"High fever with intermittent convulsions and vomiting."

"Are there any signs of subcutaneous bleeding or organ failure?"

"Not yet."

"How many people have suspected infection symptoms?"

"Ten have been isolated separately. This is the list..."

Xie Dingyuan reached out and took it. The next second, his eyes suddenly coagulated.

……

"Wake up and take your temperature."

Jiang Fuyue was woken up, took the thermometer and put it under her arm.

The doctor was the Chinese who denounced their young mischief, and spoke Chinese.

In the interval of waiting, he also chatted with Jiang Fuyue: "... You said that you children, at the age of 17 or 18, are ignorant of everything, and love is supreme. I really thought you were playing a TV play? You don't want your life..."

Jiang Fuyue didn't speak.

She can now clearly feel the changes in her body, the temperature rises, her limbs begin to be weak, and her brain is also dizzy.

Doctor: "... But then again, although the boy's behavior is not worth advocating, it's also commendable for his courage. It's almost time. Give me the thermometer..."

Jiang Fuyue Yiyan.

The next second, the doctor's slightly dignified voice sounded: "the temperature is high."

Sure enough.

"You have a rest first, and don't worry too much. Maybe it's just a common cold and a fever." then he put away the thermometer and turned away.

Jiang Fuyue closed her eyes. Now the only good thing is that she hasn't vomited yet.

Wait

Outside the single person isolation area.

"Professor Xie, you can't go in!" a medical worker in the accompanying team came forward to stop.

Originally, their laboratory was only responsible for providing sufficient kits, so there was no need to come here at all, but the medical staff in tunica did not receive training in advance and would not use them.

The laboratory had to send someone here for on-site guidance.

But even so, researchers at the level of Xie Dingyuan do not have to accompany them.

He saw the news that 95% of the passengers were Chinese compatriots, so he took the initiative to apply to lead the team.

The base naturally disagrees. Xie Dingyuan's existence is a walking vaccine development machine for them. Once something happens, the consequences will be unimaginable.

However, Xie Dingyuan gave sufficient reasons, "the symptoms of shenkewo virus are different in different regions, and the infectious strength is also different. I need on-site sampling to ensure the diversity of samples, so as to study the vaccine faster."

The base didn't know whether it was true or not. Anyway, you were an expert. Everything you said was right. Finally, Xie Dingyuan's application was approved.

Not only the military helicopter escort was arranged, but also a number of elite soldiers accompanied with guns in order to protect his personal safety.

But now he's going to enter the isolation zone himself.

Not to mention that the soldiers sent by the base disagree, the accompanying Chinese medical personnel can't sit idly by.

"You need samples. We can go in."

Xie Dingyuan: "can you use the X-Key clutch?"

"... No." this is the latest research and development achievement of historical biology. It can quickly read and save sample data, but the operation steps are also quite complex.

Professor Xie has demonstrated the use steps, but no one in the team can operate the whole process independently due to parameter regulation and some programming techniques.

Now, no one is talking.

Xie Dingyuan changed his protective clothing and went straight inside.

"Don't we stop?"

"That must be stopped."

"Blame us for our poor learning!"

……

In a single isolation room.

Jiang Fuyue lay in bed with her eyes closed.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the girl is trembling all over, wet her forehead with cold sweat, and her long hair is pasted on her snow-white neck, which has a weak and pale beauty.

Although her eyes cannot be opened, Jiang Fuyue is conscious.

She could hear the curse of the middle-aged woman next door, and she could also distinguish the footsteps of the medical staff patrolling the room. She could even feel the resonance of the door panel of her room when the opposite door closed.

Clear thinking, but top heavy and weak.

Jiang Fuyue can only huddle herself into a ball, hold her arms with both hands and curl up her legs, so as to obtain a short sense of security.

Suddenly, she heard the soft sound of pushing the door.

Then footsteps came near the bed.

Jiang Fuyue could feel two eyes falling on her. The next second, the cold touch was pasted on her forehead.

A familiar voice appeared in my ear: "Yueyue, wake up, are you okay?"

Xie Dingyuan?

Jiang Fuyue's heart is suddenly cold. Is it difficult that this virus will make people hallucinate?

"Isn't it hard? Bear it and you'll be fine soon."

The illusion continues and becomes more and more realistic.

She seemed to feel the breath sprayed on her ears when she was talking.

Warm, warm.

Jiang Fuyue tried to open her eyes and see what happened. Unfortunately, it was in vain.

She wanted to call Xie Dingyuan's name to see if he would respond, but she just moved her lips hard and couldn't make a sound.

Xie Dingyuan came closer and closer, his ear was about to stick to the girl's lips, trying to hear what she wanted to say.

"Yueyue, speak louder." gently soothing.

"Write..."

I hear you!

Even if it was just a vague single tone, it brightened the man's eyes: "what do you write?"

"Set..."

The man was stunned.

Write down

What if it's not "writing", but "thanking"?

Xie Dingyuan

She's calling him?

Before Jiang Fuyue completely fell into a coma, she felt her body being held in a warm embrace, and her curled limbs were carefully opened.

The pricking pain of the needle puncturing the skin came from the arm, and the cold liquid was pushed into the blood vessels.

She couldn't help shivering and tried to find a more comfortable place in her arms, so she pasted it again and again.

In the end, it was a bit of light rubbing.

Still the familiar voice, gently said in her ear, "sleep, just sleep..."

Jiang Fuyue opened her eyes again, and the first thing to see was the white ceiling.

Rough and crude.

She was still in the isolation room, looking at the busy medical staff back and forth outside the transparent glass window.

The number of people increased significantly, shuttling back and forth in order.

She raised her hand and explored her forehead. The temperature had dropped, but it was still a little low heat.

However, the situation of limb weakness has greatly improved.

She turned over and went on sleeping.

Across the wall, Xie Dingyuan looked at the test paper in the kit, showing purple, and said with a light sigh of relief: "it's not shenkewo."

The medical team behind him also showed their face.

After the initial diagnosis of the suspected infected person, it is fortunate that the remaining people can escape.

You know, shenkewo virus is highly infectious.

Fortunately, no infection has been found so far.

Xie Dingyuan raised his hand. A medical staff came forward and took the isolation out of the room.

It's like this. It's an indirect one. It's three hours in the twinkling of an eye.

Except one person tested positive and confirmed infection, all others were negative and were removed from the single isolation room immediately.

Including Jiang Fuyue.

"You will have fever and limb weakness because you are seriously acclimatized. You can leave after losing this bag of water."

"Thank you."

"Oh, by the way, there is a heavy sleeping aid in this medicine. Be careful not to sleep too much."

"OK."

When the doctor left, there was only Jiang Fuyue left in the room.

The voice whispered in her ear again in his mind. He called her Yueyue

So, is it Xie Dingyuan or an illusion?

Thinking, I don't know when the eyelids close.

Jiang Fuyue slept soundly and deeply. She didn't even find someone pushing the door in.

Xie Dingyuan had taken off his protective clothing at this time, and the surrounding isolation rooms had been disinfected.

Looking at the sleeping girl in front of her, her side face was white and her expression was calm. The eyebrows tightened previously due to discomfort were now stretched, but there was only peace and tranquility.

"Professor Xie, it's time to go." someone outside was urging.

Xie Dingyuan: "I see."

The voice did not wake the sleeping girl.

The man's eyes flashed helplessness. Although he wanted to talk to her, he couldn't bear to surprise her dream.

He leaned over, gently held the girl's cheek and whispered softly: "Yueyue..."

Then he lowered his head and kissed.

He was presumptuous, but he didn't regret it.