"Administer… to the entire ward?!"
Dead silence gripped the command center—a glacial tomb. Even alarms seemed strangled.
Li Yuanshan nearly dropped his microphone, knuckles bone-white.
Guo Qiang’s lifted foot froze mid-stride, eyes bulging behind his visor.
Every expert, medic, white-suited figure—petrified. Motionless. Frozen mid-action.
Ward One West—137 lives. Eighty-three percent hemorrhaging, convulsing, fevered beyond endurance. Administer half a jin of calcined ash suspended in cold water to all?!
Madness! Utter, deranged madness! Hastening their demise?!
"Professor Li—! Impossible! Utterly impossible!" Epidemiologist Xu exploded first, voice shredding. "That rabid cur Yang raves! That ash is mere crude activated carbon! Minimal adsorption capacity! Administered orally? In
