Chapter 906: Invasion 21

Chapter 906 Invasion 21

Fu Anan's reporting method is still very effective.

It's only half a day.

A news release to refute the rumors.

The news told that Banlangen was useless, MabThera was useless, and even prednisone tablets for lupus erythematosus were useless.

The best defense is to stay at home, go out less, and have less contact with other people.

In a warehouse at this time.

A group of people are packing their belongings and preparing to run away.

Boxes and boxes of banknotes were wrapped in plastic bags and put into special boxes. I don't know that it has been disinfected several times inside, and there are traces of disinfectant water that haven't dried up after the test.

A man in his forties with a short cut was sitting on the boxes. These boxes contained medicines that the citizens of Shengchun City wanted to buy even an hour ago.

"Brother, we packed up, let's go."

The man in his forties took a drag on his cigarette, and he opened his sinister eyes in the misty smoke.

"Have you contacted good people for the things you bought?"

"Well, we're all in touch."

His younger brother replied, "If we can make a little more money, we can definitely swallow all their goods. I don't know how these policemen found out so quickly."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was expressionless. He threw away half of the cigarette **** left in his hand, and stepped on the sole of his shoe, "Stop talking nonsense, let's go."

Game Day 14

The total number of infections is 58972, the number of deaths on the day is 5932

Fu Anan, who has enough food, doesn't need to go outside. What they do every day is to watch the changes in these data.

This segregation policy really works.

The daily increase in the number of infected people is decreasing, and even in the community where they live, there is only one more infected family in the past few days.

It was also because the middle-aged husband of this family went out to play mahjong secretly during the quarantine period. He would end up in a ghost after walking too much at night, and he would get sick after playing too much mahjong.

I can't control myself these days, and I'm hurting my whole family!

There is no drug for treatment, and the mortality rate of the disease is 98%.

The morgue of the hospital can't fit, and a large number of corpses are pulled to the crematorium on the edge of the city every day. The incinerators in the crematorium hardly stopped burning, and black smoke billowed from the towering chimneys, quietly drifting toward higher clouds.

This copy is inspired by reality.

But definitely not equal to reality!

COVID-19 go away, we already have a vaccine~

Good night