Chapter 503 (2/2)

Yang Yang lies on his sickbed in the East China Sea isolation area, listlessly watching the TV news on the wall.

He was infected with the virus, injected with HX3, and now he's back on his feet. It has been learned in the newspaper that if there is no specific medicine, HX3 will die in a frenzy after it fails.

But so far, no drugs have been found to cure it, and now there is only despair.

”Here's the latest news. The medical team held a press conference and said there was a major announcement. There is speculation that a breakthrough has been made in a specific drug for the suspected rydman virus. Let's connect the reporters at the press conference... ”

Seeing the news, Yang Yang's eyes came back to life. He laughed recklessly and shed tears.

Schools, companies, homes, buses, roadsides, and squares all broadcast live news on large screens. The press conference has not yet begun, and everyone is looking forward to it.

In the past few months, they have panicked countless times in their hearts, fearing that they might one day be infected with the virus and die in a frenzy. That fear is a kind of mental torture.

Today, the upcoming press conference will give them hope.

”Rebroadcast, rebroadcast now, contact the boss and let all TV channels rebroadcast.” Hudson almost cried with surprise when he saw the live picture from the International Conference Center in the Chinese capital.

The United States is the most severely targeted disaster area, with the largest number of deaths and a steady stream of new infections. All kinds of news make public opinion on the verge of collapse.

If it wasn't for fear that a large number of people would gather to demonstrate, which might cause virus infection, they would be in a mess in China now.

Waiting for the wind and rain, they expect good news to come out every day, but hope again and again turns into despair. Today, they finally wait for the good news.

Times Square, New York.

It was already night when Nissen walked aimlessly in the square, surrounded by emptiness. Except for neon lights, there were only a few walking people, not as busy as before.

After the outbreak of rydman virus, New York is a disaster area. Many people will choose to watch TV, play computer and mobile phone at home if they don't go out, so as not to infect rydman virus.

His father and sister, when they went out, were still quarantined in the hospital.

Looking up at the big screen of the Times Square logo, Nissen's nose is sour. He pays attention to the news every day, but does not give him hope, but despair again and again. As soon as I wanted to leave, I saw a change on the big screen.

”The Chinese medical team held a grand press conference, and it was speculated that there was a major breakthrough in the specific drug of rydman virus.”

The sudden report left Nissen in a state of clay sculpture and turned to ecstasy.

It's not only Nissen, the people on the big screen in times square are all looking up and standing in the same place. Many people are already crying in the same place.

Paris is a centralized isolation zone. It's already a military isolation zone.

Frank saw the news and the tough guy in the uniform shed tears.

He is the person in charge of the isolation area. He looks at the people who die in despair in the isolation area every day. He can't sleep for dozens of nights, and his mind is full of the desperate eyes of those patients.

All the pressure on his shoulder, can only be carried in front of outsiders, no one can cry. He prayed countless times for the disaster to pass away. Until today, he seems to see a glimmer of hope.

”Find a projector to project the news.” Frank gave the order only after he calmed down.

Soldiers under command, push out immediately and let people look for projectors.

Rutherford stood at the window, looking out at the world, his eyes dim. She had just been ill for a while. She was injected with HX3 and kept awake.

There are ten days to go before she gets sick again, and then she will die in a frenzy.

Now she is free, and the people in the same isolation room with her are also free, without fixing them. Because when they go mad, it's not an aggressive illusion.

They will not be imprisoned until their neighbors get sick.

And her one isolation room's sick friend, hiding in the corner crying, voice with despair. Two days ago, a patient couldn't stand the pressure of despair and committed suicide in front of them, which hit them hard.

There is no hope here, only despair.

Suddenly, in the open space outside the window, several soldiers opened the white curtain, and soon a huge projection appeared on the curtain: ”the Chinese medical team held a press conference, and it was suspected that there was a” death virus ”special drug to make a major breakthrough...”

Seeing the news on the curtain, as well as the sound of the sound, Rutherford's desperate eyes had a trace of focus and expression, with infinite hope.

In the ward window of the isolation area, as the sound of the sound spread, more and more people appeared in the iron fence like window, staring at the news on the screen.There was no cheer, no ecstasy, no scream, no cry, there was a terrible silence, no voice, for fear of missing any word, and there was infinite hope in everyone's eyes.

Los Angeles, New York, Vancouver, London, Paris, Berlin, all the centralized isolation areas, all the news pictures are the same place, the conference site of the International Conference Center of the Chinese capital.