After four days, Bai Yunlian's body recovered well, and her face also glowed red again. Compared with it, Song Jasmine's body is getting worse and worse, and now she is unkempt, and her once fair skin is also sprinkled with black soot, and there are black scabs, but she still fights hard and maintains her old smile.

"Haven't you finished the interview yet?" Long Dezhang looked at his watch, and then looked at the reporter who was talking to Song Jasmine inside, and he got permission to enter to interview Song Jasmine. But in order to prevent Song Jasmine from having a sudden attack, her feet were shackled again.

"Three days, nineteen hours, fifty-two minutes." Bai Yunlian pulled down her sleeves, her dress tighter than that of the national police, but bolder than the reporter in the protective suit inside.

I don't know who came up with the idea, Wei Yilin received an order, saying that they must use the minimum protection to contact Song Jasmine, to put it simply, if normal clothing can ensure that they will not be infected, then it is best not to wear protective clothing.

What's even more odious is that Long Dezhang actually "sophistry": This is to reassure the people and not to rob those things they don't urgently need.

"She seems to be in good spirits." One reporter said to another reporter that their eyes were also fixed on the glass window of the isolation ward, and they were not tired from the live broadcast for days.

"Ah~" The reporter inside suddenly screamed, and the whole person jumped up from the chair, took a few steps backwards, and hit the wall.

The others immediately "pounced" on the single-sided glass, wanting to see the situation in the hospital room for the first time and convey it to the audience first. Just now, Song Jasmine suddenly spit out a mouthful of black pus and blood, which mercilessly stained the originally white bedding, and her originally beautiful eyes were also broken for the first time, and two blood nematodes appeared on the whites of her eyes.

"I've got to go in." Bai Yunlian put on disposable rubber gloves, and now she only wears a white lab coat over her black combat uniform.

"Be careful."

The reporter was obviously frightened, and when Bai Yunlian picked him up, he trembled violently, and his body was almost curled up.

"Hahaha, this is a harbinger of evolution." Song Jasmine laughed loudly, and her high voice vibrated back and forth in the hospital room.

"I'll help you out." Bai Yunlian gently pulled the reporter whose legs were already trembling out of the door of the ward, I wonder if at this moment, he still feels that coming here to witness the whole process of mutation is a correct choice.

"Why, wearing so little today?" Song Jasmine looked relieved, and looked at Bai Yunlian with a smile and asked.

"How do you feel?" Bai Yunlian asked routinely, she no longer expected Song Jasmine to answer truthfully. Sure enough, Song Jasmine was repeating her old tune again, what blood is connected, her body feels lighter, more energetic, etc., as if she really gave her an elixir.

"Is it cold?" Bai Yunlian lifted the quilt and wanted to cover Song Jasmine's legs, who were still naked.

"It's hot."

Bai Yunlian already knew it in her heart - Song Jasmine's body was very hot, and it seemed that it was not burning badly: it deserved it!

"Take your temperature."

"You don't want to do this every day, can you?" Despite the agreement, Song Jasmine was still dissatisfied with the almost endless blood draws and temperature checks.

"If you don't record it, how can you prove to your friends that this blood really works?" Bai Yunlian didn't have to worry about having no excuse to persuade Song Jasmine, and after a few days, she learned to abandon the original guilt and look at this matter completely with the mentality of watching a play.

"That's right." When Song Jasmine heard this, she was as happy as ever and stretched out her arms.

Ten minutes passed, Bai Yunlian took out the heat detector, looked at the light, and then deliberately said loudly: "It's effective, thirty-eight .nine, three points higher." ”

"Did you give me pure holy water?" Song Jasmine asked suddenly, with a hint of anger in her eyes, mixed with the anger of the blood nematode, it was very terrifying, and the reporters outside the isolation room subconsciously took a step back.

"Of course." Bai Yunlian said in a very serious tone, she naturally would not play with this thing that was exchanged for their tears and blood, even with someone she regarded as a joke.

"Then why does it take so long?" Song Jasmine is probably annoyed, after all, this process is indeed a bit long.

Bai Yunlian stood up, put down the thermoprobe, walked to the bedside table of the hospital bed step by step, leaned over and stared at Song Jasmine's gradually cloudy pupils, and after a while, she took out the small mirror from Long Dezhang's hand from her pocket: "Look at your current appearance, it's really heart-wrenching." ”

"Hahahaha, what do you know, this is a test that must be experienced before untying yourself!" Song Jasmine's scream was a little crazy, and Bai Yunlian noticed that her originally snow-white teeth had been bloodshot.

"Who's testing you?"

"When we hold a ceremony, we will put seven sculptures in the room, representing 'past life', 'this life', 'future', 'heaven', 'earth', 'thing', and 'person', and the latter four will jointly examine the 'past', 'present', and 'future' of a soul, so that the good can be freed from bondage, and the evil will be shackled." Song Jasmine said with a very clear articulation, and she realized that an opportunity to preach to more people had come.

"The sky thunders to the top, Fang gets rid of the mortal body, the earth and fire temper, Fang becomes the immortal bone, the characters are the evidence, and the party is bound."

"And what stage are you at now?"

"It's like a fire is burning in me right now." Song Jasmine smiled triumphantly, "It's the second stage!" ”

The reporters outside the isolation room rushed to make up the commentary, the microphone in the isolation ward was instantly removed, and the voice in the room could not be heard, and Song Jasmine's hopes were naturally disappointed. Bai Yunlian was not idle, and memorized all the words that Song Jasmine said.

"Are you holding a grudge in a small book?"

"Hey." Bai Yunlian closed the notebook, "Enjoy it." After finishing speaking, she went out, she knew that the virus had invaded Song Jasmine's internal organs.

In the middle of the night, Song Jasmine suddenly "screamed" and spit out a mouthful of vomit mixed with undigested food, and then she vomited all the dinner as if she was smashing water, then noon, and then jaundice water.

"She's starting to vomit now, is that a precursor to the onset of the disease?" A reporter asked Bai Yunlian, who was standing silent, with very little hope, that they no longer expected to be able to "deduct" a word from her mouth today.

"Now, Song is starting to vomit blood!" A reporter grabbed the microphone and brutally "pinched" Song Jasmine's vomiting sound with his own voice.

Blood, gulps of blood, stained the bedding and stained the snow-white tiles of the ward. When Song Jasmine raised her eyes again, her originally beautiful eyes had been branded with red blood marks. On both sides of the mouth, there seem to be two "canine" teeth.

"Roar!" This powerful roar frightened several reporters, including Long Dezhang, into dissipation. "Knock" Before everyone was shocked, Song Jasmine fell on the bed like a remote-controlled plane with the engine suddenly turned off, but she was not unconscious, her eyes were still wide open, her mouth was spitting blood foam, and her blackened chest trembled and trembled.

This was the last time I went in. Bai Yunlian opened the door, Song Jasmine heard the sound, subconsciously turned her head, opened her mouth, and said something, her eyes were occupied by blood nematodes.

"How are you feeling now?" Due to the dirt all over the ground, Bai Yunlian did not get close, but stood far away in a place that was not yet defiled by the dirt.

"It's ...... ...... lightly" Song Jasmine struggled to squeeze out two words from between her teeth, and then gasped for a while, "It's almost ...... It's almost over......"

"Unrecognizable." Bai Yunlian shook her head.

"Give up...... Song Jasmine suddenly "spit out" a few words, and a hideous smile appeared on her painful face, "You guys...... No way...... Forever...... It couldn't be ......."

"What can't be?"

Song Jasmine raised her trembling, blackened fingernails, pointed at the wall inlaid with a one-way mirror, spit out a mouthful of blood foam in her mouth, and then lowered her head and lost her breath. The former Song Jasmine has disappeared.

"Knock"

"Excuse me, what's Song's situation now?"

"Excuse me, is Song already dead?"

"Excuse me, will your conscience hurt to kill her in such a cruel and painful way?"

"What do you mean!" Long Dezhang stepped forward and said loudly, "Do you know how long our medical staff work uninterrupted every day?" Do you know how many researchers are risking their lives to collect vital blood samples and data in Huanzhou at this moment? Do you know how many people have sacrificed their young lives in this battle against the epidemic? But Song Mou inside is propagating everywhere: The blood of severe diseases can cure all diseases, so as to fool the people and seriously disrupt social order. We, now, will "

"Sir, may I ask if this is too extreme?" A reporter who never spoke.

"Sir, isn't it just inhumane to do this?"

In the "roar" ward, Song Jasmine suddenly raised her head again, and her closed eyes opened again, only this time, what was embedded in her eye sockets was no longer obsidian, but rose rubies, and the "roar" blood nematodes began to crawl on her once snow-white teeth, and a few thick blood foams spurted out of her mouth.

The reporters present were all startled, and a few timid ones had already subconsciously taken a few steps back, and those who still insisted on standing in place also trembled with their legs.

The stubby iron chain was "clattered" and "clattered" by Song Jasmine, and the filthy quilt was also lifted to the ground by her, and even the heavy iron frame bed seemed to be driven by her. "Roar", "Roar" Song Jasmine's cries seemed to resonate with the other infected people, and for a while, the corridor was filled with mournful screams.

"Ah~" I don't know who screamed, this sound caused a sheep effect, and the others also hugged their heads and screamed. At the same time as the screams of the reporters, the sound of the national police pulling out their guns was the sound of them really being elites, and they completed the transition from a standing guard posture to a shooting posture in a flash of light, if they were not always paying attention, they would really have the illusion that they were always holding a gun.

When the reporters had enough, Long Dezhang waved his hand and said, "Don't panic, everyone, they are all locked in the bed and can't break free." ”

"Such fanatics want to make their compatriots like this, you say, can we agree?" Long Dezhang took two steps forward, pointed to Song Jasmine, who was still roaring and struggling behind the glass, and said with his muscles exposed.

No one will say or dare to say "yes", not even those who are eternally opposed.

"Excuse me, what do you think about Professor Gao's talkative post yesterday saying that 'the new rhabdovirus may lead to the end of human civilization'?" A male reporter asked boldly. Since the outbreak of the disease, there have been many people around the world who hold this view, including a leading figure in the field of Western pathology.

This time, the reporters surrounded Bai Yunlian in the middle, and more than a dozen microphones were only an inch away from her lips, they had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, and Long Dezhang's departure just now gave them a chance.

Bai Yunlian stared at Long Dezhang, trying to get some hints from his eyes when he was squeezed out of the circle, but Long Dezhang had a helpless expression, because of his identity, he couldn't say a word for Bai Yunlian, because every word he said would be equated with the official statement of the Lianghe Road Public Health Department, and he would be legally responsible.

For the same reason, Wei Yilin, who was carrying a pistol, could not forcibly pull away the reporter, otherwise early tomorrow morning, the major media would definitely send a report entitled "Lianghe Road Public Servants Armed Drove the Reporter".

"After we fell." After Long Dezhang shook his head one after another, Bai Yunlian finally had to speak.

Unexpectedly, cracks began to appear in the iron bucket, and then there was a "boom", and a large hole was cracked.

"Chixian," a male reporter shouted, "come on!" ”

"Come on, Chixian!"

"Come on, Chixian!"