To be honest, if Su Zhou hadn't cleared out the most severe patient isolation zones, Shao Qiming would have likely been ten times busier than he was now. Forget resting—it wouldn't have been surprising if people had started dying as the illness progressed.
"Yeah, what's Brother Zhou up to now?" Beside him, Shao Shuangyue was also panting like a puppy, fanning herself with a small fan. While the overcast, rainy weather by the sea wasn't as muggy as in Hongcheng, a long day of hard work still left a person drenched in sweat. She didn't want to do anything right now except go back to the hotel and take a nice, long shower.
But soon, as the large-screen TV in the lounge switched on by itself, the Shao siblings stared in shock at the figure of their friend.
"Holy shit?!" x2
At that very moment, a stern-faced Su Zhou was in the center of the screen, standing at the speaker's podium in the middle of a press conference.
