The Healing Sunshine (一厘米的阳光)

Chapter 16.1 - Life's Tender Dependence (1)

This route of transmission, alone, was enough to cause anyone's face to turn pale at the very mention of it.

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"One of our reporters went over to Peking Union Hospital to do some interviews and news gathering, but now she's been put under quarantine. She emailed over the information that she gathered. You sort through it and then see if you can do a telephone interview to fill in any info we might be missing," the news director instructed him.

Once he had been assigned his task, Jì Chengyang walked back out from that office. Pondering for a moment, he dialed the telephone number of that younger cousin of Wang Haoran. Last time for Jǐ Yi's incident, Jì Chengyang had also made use of this connection to obtain help from Gu Pingsheng to acquire firsthand that boy's medical case record and profile. This junior schoolmate, who in Jì Chengyang's impression was the most exceptional of junior schoolmates from the University of Pennsylvania, his mother was a doctor in Peking Union Hospital.

To Jì Chengyang's surprise, when the telephone was eventually passed over to Gu Pingsheng, it turned out that the latter was actually at Peking Union Hospital.

"The situation?" There was a slight hoarseness to Gu Pingsheng's voice as he calmly stated, "The situation is very grave, much graver than anything that has been reported in the media. There's nothing really to be said. Right now, any medical personnel you may be able to get an interview with may soon become a fallen hero."

As Jì Chengyang gripped his mobile phone, he suddenly perceived that, back when he was interviewed, he, too, had said similar words. Given the type of profession that a war correspondent is, there is a possibility that a bomb could land in the wrong place and then your name will end up becoming history.

Unexpectedly, it was the young man on the other end of the line who ended up chuckling first. "Go ahead and ask. You ask, I'll answer."

These two men had never really met one another before, but there was quite a feeling of mutual admiration between them.

It was a very short telephone call, and then Doctor Gu had to hurriedly hang up. He was in the midst of "fighting a battle" and could only take advantage of his short break time to answer such a phone call and describe a little of the most front-line situation.

This was a horrific epidemic that devoured lives. The death toll was rapidly rising.

"The true number of people who have died from this?" Exhausted and with great lament, Gu Pingsheng gave a sigh, not answering this senior fellow schoolmate of his.

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Tossing his mobile phone back into the pocket of his pants, Jì Chengyang stared at the glass window in front of him. On it was his own reflection.

He was waiting for the information that that quarantined journalist had gathered and uploaded to them, and so, with nothing to do for the moment, he wandered into a dressing room that still had people in it. Likely because everyone had been searching for a companion to chat with, there were seven or eight people gathered in this room. When Jì Chengyang stepped inside, someone nudged over a takeout box of lunch that was an extra order. "Hey, Belle of the Station, I, your lowly one, saved this for you."

Everyone laughed. Directing some random teasing every so often at the belle of the station could be considered a way of finding some enjoyment in spite of the bad situation.