"Uncle Dong, you didn't hear wrongly. I'm just asking if your friend can bring people in," Shan Yue said affirmatively.
"Don't joke about something like this, President Shan. You don't know that the atmosphere in the ward is simply oppressive to the extreme. The patient is tortured every day. Normal people can't stand it there. To put it bluntly, it's not much different from hell on earth."
Dong Peng's eyes widened as he hurriedly persuaded, "This virus hasn't been confirmed to be infectious, and the fatality rate is still unknown. More haste less speed. Don't tell me you want to go in and investigate personally?"
"You're right. Nothing good comes without risk. Instead of waiting aimlessly and quietly until you hear those words that have been repeatedly deliberated by experts, you might as well practice it yourself."
