"Mr. Shida... Mr. Shida is severely infected, and he's almost gone."
Dr. Matsushima shook his head.
"Quick, take me to see him!"
Gu Ji couldn't wait to get up.
The two of them rounded two wards and arrived at a room on the innermost side of the medical office. This was originally Matsushima's private office, but it had now been cleared out to serve as the intensive care ward.
"Mr. Shida, this is from Xiangzhou CHP..."
"I... I know."
Before Matsushima could finish speaking, Shida interrupted.
Compared to Nakamura Hiro, his symptoms were noticeably more severe, with his cheeks both a purplish-red, like a ripe eggplant that would burst and seep fluid at a light touch. His hospital gown and bed sheets were stained with large patches of blood.
"Mr. Shida, I want to ask about the source of the consumable raw beef on the cruise ship, how supplies in the raw food area are stored, and whether there's any issue with cross-contamination."
