"According to insiders, a new virus has been found in the backing village."

"The new virus has shocked the mountain village, more than a dozen people have been infected, and one of them has died."

"The young Chinese medicine doctor went into the mountains alone to find the source of the virus, and he was suspected of being infected."

Two days later, dozens of reports appeared in major newspapers about the outbreak.

Of course, some only report on the power of the virus, but some people who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic begin to arrange it indiscriminately.

"The new virus has shocked the mountain villages, and the relevant departments have blocked the news, which is irresponsible to the people and life." ――

"Murong, what do you think?" Zhao Xi's face was not very good-looking, 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 pursed his lips and said. "I guess this will be full of news on TV, right?"

"Report."

As soon as Yan Murong's words fell, a soldier walked in, looked at Zhao Xi and said. "Division commander, there are dozens of reporters outside, what should I do?"

"The reporter is here?" Zhao Xi was stunned for a moment, glanced at Yan Murong, and found that Yan Murong was also looking at him, and the two of them seemed to have expected it when they showed a look of surprise on their faces.

Whether it was in the newspaper or on television, it was written based on Liang Shaokun's words - needless to say, now they are here to confirm the source of the information.

As he was talking, Zhao Xi's phone rang again.

Looking at the caller ID on the mobile phone, Zhao Xi's face sank, and after connecting it, he walked to the side and whispered a few words before turning around and saying. "The phone from above."

"What does that mean?"

"Tell me the truth."

"Tell me the truth?" Yan Murong looked surprised. "What do they think? Although there is no increase in the number of infections now, it is true that the disease is not under control -- just let those reporters report it, who knows what they will write - even if they can't scribble, it will cause panic among the people. ”

Yan Murong was depressed and wanted to die, why was that Liang Shaokun so idiot, as the son of the Minister of Health, but he didn't inherit his Laozi's calmness at all, so he was scared and ran out and said everything.

Yan Murong's hateful teeth itched, and he thought to himself, if he saw that idiot again, he would give him two injections, turn the girl into a dumb person, and let him say anything.

Is this something that can be said casually? A terrible virus can lead to a mortality rate in a week, and even if the spread is controlled, it will cause psychological panic.

"You go out first, and I'll go find Principal Chen." Zhao Xi sighed and said to Yan Murong.

Yan Murong nodded, and as soon as the soldiers who came in to report went out, they found that the only road at the entrance of the village was already full of people, and they jumped to look inside with long guns and short cannons—if it weren't for the fact that many soldiers had already set up barricades there, I'm afraid they would have already broken in.

What's the worst thing to do? Bandits? Killer? Drug baron? -- Neither, the worst of them are journalists.

War correspondents, in particular, frantically weave through the ruins of artillery fire, using their cameras or camcorders to record one war after another.

If you are lucky, you can return to your own country - if you are unlucky, you will be swept away by a stray bullet or a dud that suddenly explodes, or a house that suddenly collapses, and you will be buried in a foreign land. And then some people in their own country will say. "In order to record the cruelty of the war, in order to record these precious pictures, a certain reporter died heroically."

Yan Murong has no good impression of this kind of reporter who takes photos even if he doesn't have to die.

You can be dedicated, but you don't have to be dedicated to this extent, right?

Even soldiers in battle know when to attack and when to retreat.

"Let us in, we're journalists, we have the right to freedom of the press."

"Yes, let's go in, the leader has already agreed to our report, why are you still stopping us?"

"That is, your leaders have agreed to us coming, why are you stopping us? Are you going to disobey orders? This is irresponsible to the people, to the nation, and to the state. ”

Dozens of reporters who had been blocked by the soldiers began to quarrel, and the group of soldiers in charge of setting up the card looked at each other.

Well, this has risen to the level of a nation and a state. Being a reporter is amazing, and he casually took off such a big hat.

"What a noise." Yan Murong suddenly shouted.

Not to mention, this voice really had some effect, and it successfully diverted everyone's attention.

"They're carrying out orders, what's the use of you embarrassing them?" Yan Murong looked at the group of reporters and said. "Since you're told to do it, we don't need to stop you - you have to be a little disciplined, right? Noisy - do you know what is inside? Do you know how scary this virus is? I've got to give you some time to find a safe place before you get in, right? ”

"Who are you?" As soon as Yan Murong finished speaking, someone in the crowd shouted.

"I'm a doctor."

"Yes, he's a doctor, he's the young doctor who went into the mountains alone to look for the source of the infection."

This sudden shout made the group of reporters also react, and they immediately raised the spear and short cannon in their hands, and slapped at Yan Murong with a crackle, and the flash shook Yan Murong so that his eyes were blind for a moment.

"Doctor, doctor, are you called Yan Murong?" A female reporter standing in the front row held a microphone in her hand, her arms stretched out, and asked Yan Murong. "Can you tell us why you went into the mountains alone? This virus is so scary, aren't you afraid of being infected? It is said that he brought back a wolf from the mountain with you, and the only daughter of Master Zhao, who was in charge of the blockade mission, was also brought back with you, and the only daughter of Master Zhao who was in charge of the blockade mission - can you tell me what happened to you both on the mountain? ”

Yan Murong was about to cry when he was asked, and when he looked at the man carrying the camera next to the reporter, Yan Murong wondered.

Is this a news reporter for a TV station? Why do you ask any question, if you don't see your name and position on your work card, you think you are sent by the gossip tabloid to report lace news.

"Yes, Dr. Yan, could you please tell us about this virus?"

"Don't argue, don't argue." Yan Murong's ears were buzzing, and he hurriedly waved his hand and said. "If you want to ask anything, ask again later, and President Chen Hanqing of Yenching University of Chinese Medicine will answer it for you - now I can't hear what you are saying at all."

PS: New year, new month, update to make some adjustments. In December of the 12th year, the long night has been updating more than 10,000 words in five changes, and the spirit is too tight, for fear that the update will be late. Starting in January, there will be three watches every day, at 0:00, 9 in the morning and 5 in the afternoon. But don't worry, of course, I won't be lazy, I will continue to write and save manuscripts, and participate in the explosion week at the end of each month, and the number of explosion votes will be set very low.

Also, I recommend a book written by mm. The author of "Attack of the Ruffian: Back to Ancient Times as an Undercover Agent" is a pure girl. She said it, I gave her a chapter push, her subscription went up, and she warmed my bed, and I don't know if it's true or fake, do you believe it?