This night was particularly long.

Choi Ji-eun forgot when he fell asleep, and only remembered that he had a dream.

In the dream, Choi Ji-eun returned to several years ago and stood in the lakeside pavilion of Dongjiang University.

That night, she held the plane ticket that was about to return to China, wandering and expecting, waiting for the boy who was about to appear.

She wanted to tell the boy that she didn't want to leave Dongjiang University, Tianzhou City, and even more so that she didn't want to leave this time she spent together day and night.

Although boys often tease and bully her, she knew that she had fallen in love with the boy hopelessly.

She likes the boy's straightforwardness, cleverness and clear sunny smile.

For the sake of the boy, she was willing to deviate from her relatives and friends of the motherland and stay.

No matter how bad she is, she can go back and finish her studies quickly and come back.

She prepared a confession full of her stomach.

However, she waited late at night but did not wait for the boy to appear...

She didn't answer the phone call and didn't reply to the message. She was lost, sad, sad, and cried.

How could that bad guy live up to her affection so much?

Does he really have no slight affection for himself?

In his heart, is he far inferior to the so-called school beauty senior?

Even if he really doesn't like himself at all, he will leave tomorrow. Is it that difficult for him to take time to say some of them?

Bad guy!

I will never like you again!

After a few years, she cut off her ties with China and devoted herself to learning medical skills.

However, deep down, she occasionally misses or misses.

And looking forward to a certain day to meet again...

...

Dreams have an end.

The night will eventually dissipate.

When the sun rose from the horizon, a ray of dawn in the sky hit Choi Ji-eun's oval face.

Choi Ji-eun felt something, slammed her eyebrows, slowly opened her sleepy eyes, and gradually saw the scene around her.

When she saw the bonfire that had already been extinguished in front of her, she subconsciously wanted to stand up, but she showed that she had a cotton coat on her body.

She was stunned for a moment, turned her gaze and saw the young man standing in front of her.

"Not to mention, the air here in Africa is much fresher than in China. It would be even better if there was no virus." Song Cheol turned around and smiled at Choi Ji-eun.

This smile was bathed in the light of the morning light and looked particularly gorgeous, which made Choi Ji-eun unconsciously think of the clear smile in the dream.

So she smiled and said, "Good morning."

When she stood up with her sore legs and feet, she walked to Song Che's side and handed her coat back: "Thank you."

"I won't say I'm broken this time?" Song Che joked.

"...It's a little better than that bad guy." Choi Ji-eun's pretty face turned red.

"This is considered as putting a good person in the middle. Instead, I hope to be a bad man who can be missed by Dr. Cui." Song Che sucked his nose, which was somewhat blocked, and smiled: "You know, when Dr. Cui, you called a bad guy for half a night, alarming all the black brothers in the room."

In an instant, Choi Ji-eun's cheeks were as red as the burning clouds in the sky, and he said in shame and shock: "I'm talking in my sleep? What did you say?"

Song Che pointed to the African friends behind him who were lying beside the wooden house door: "I asked them to go, tsk, it's so stingy. I'll tell you again, and I'll have goose bumps all over the floor."

Choi Ji-eun was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a crack in the ground and drill into it.

Just as she was at a loss, Song Che suddenly said, "Here you come."

"Who is here?"

Choi Ji-eun's heart thumped, and he raised his head and looked forward, but a convoy was approaching.

However, the convoy only stopped on the earth slope one kilometer away from the mine.

A group of people came down, including black, white, yellow, white, white, suits, and military uniforms.

Enzo, who had got up early and stood guard, saw the group of people and immediately saluted from a distance.

Obviously, the group of people were military and political officials from Pretoria!

In addition, there are several doctors in white, one of them is Song Che's old acquaintance - Kuroda Aki!

...

The epidemic that was born in the Cullinan Diamond Mine immediately shocked the whole country of South Africa.

The first day happened suddenly. Fortunately, several international medical teams stationed in Pretoria were effectively controlled through their joint efforts.

But control may be temporary.

No one is sure, except for the confirmed infected person, how many of the more than one hundred miners have already carried mutant viruses.

The next day, South Africa** formed a task force to address the epidemic and invited Kuroda Akira, the world's authoritative surgical expert and vice chairman of Doctors Without Borders, to serve as an advisor.

With the advice of Kuroda Akira, South Africa's ** decided to suspend and block the Cullinan Diamond Mine from now on.

All miners and personnel were placed in several concentration camps around the mine based on the level of infection risk.

Each concentration camp is far apart and is stationed with security and medical care. No one can get out of Cullinan unless he has passed the virus incubation period of up to 21 days and has a good medical examination.

The most remote concentration camp was built with a wooden house as the prototype.

Although there are the fewest people in it, given that these miners have been diagnosed with infection, basically no medical team is willing to take over this hot potato.

There is no way, the manager of this concentration camp must be Song Che and Choi Ji-eun-lai, who were initially sacrificed their lives and took risks.

I thought that the Chinese and Korean miracle doctors were going to die here, and even several international medical teams were preparing to sing eulogies and say goodbye to the "great pioneers". As a result, a few days passed, not only did there be no news of death in this concentration camp, but even approached the camp, you could see that the Chinese male doctor was playing a small football match with the sick miners. As for the Korean female doctor, she whistled and acted as a referee.

The laughter and applause from time to time have made this blockade circle, which should have been the hell on earth, the most harmonious and warm area of ​​the entire Cullinan Diamond Mine.

In the end, even Enzo, who was on duty on the periphery, couldn't help but see that these infected people were more and more energetic and eager to try, so he simply added them to play wild balls.

"It's evil, this is still an infectious disease concentration camp."

Liu Hao stood by the cordon and watched a group of people playing football happily, and couldn't help but be shocked.

Luo Yanzhou also smiled bitterly.

The state of happiness in suffering is really too high.

But he also knew very well that the source of these joys was Song Che.

He pulled these infected people back from the brink of death and led them to find the dawn of life again.

This is the veritable medical saint!

"It's very good!"

Suddenly, an English with a Japanese accent came from behind.

Luo Yanzhou and the others turned their heads and saw Kuroda Akira leading several doctors to come slowly.

"Professor Kuroda, why are you here too?" Luo Yanzhou said in surprise.

Kuroda Akira sighed, "You are doctors, and we are doctors too. If you can come here, can't we come?"

Then, Kuroda Akira stared at the concentration camp and said, "Today is the seventh day. These miners are obviously sick and can survive until now and gradually recover their health. It seems that the virus in their bodies has indeed been eliminated."

"Wait a moment, send the equipment in and draw the blood of these miners for testing. If you are sure there is no problem, you can consider lifting the blockade."

As soon as these words were spoken, Park Jung-ten, who was following behind, immediately jumped out and sang the opposite: "Professor Kuroda, even if the virus in their bodies really tends to decrease, it doesn't mean it is completely out of contagion. Why do you eliminate all risks? I think they must be isolated until the last moment!"

As he said that, Park Jung-chung glared fiercely at Choi Ji-eun who was the referee inside.

Originally, he was still waiting for the moment when Choi Ji-eun died of illness or begged for him.

However, he just watched Choi Ji-eun play happily with the Chinese doctor and the infected people who were sentenced to death in advance for several days!

"Let's take a step back, even if the virus in the miners' bodies has been relieved, the two doctors inside cannot be released. Maybe they have been infected with the virus and are in the incubation period!" Park Jung-teng said in a dark way.

Kuroda Akira frowned, as if he was weighing the next plan.

Liu Hao couldn't help but say: "Doctor Xing has already taken herbal tea medicine and will not be infected!"

"Herbal tea medicine?" Kuroda Akira pondered: "Is it the Chinese medicine prescription for preventing and treating mutated Ebola that Dr. Song Che just developed?"

Luo Yanzhou nodded and said, "Yes, this medicine has undergone clinical experiments and has proven that it has good effect on preventing and treating Ebola. Before coming, our team members have all drunk it and given it to those infected people. At present, they should have worked according to their recovery status."

Upon hearing this, the representatives of medical teams from all over the country were stunned.

Some of them have also heard of the new drugs developed by China for mutant Ebola.

But basically, he is cautious and questioned.

After all, how could a country that is not even recognized by the world by Western medicine suddenly rise to the forefront of world medical care?

Park Jung-Ten also sneered directly and said, "Why can't you Chinese people change this habit of being arrogant and bragging? Just because you have changed the wrong medicines, it's good if you didn't take the drugs you developed to ruin your stomach. Suddenly, you still want to save the world."

Liu Hao curled his lips and said carelessly: "Yes, it's just that our inappropriate medical skills in China. Even your Korean medicine godfathers have learned a huge lesson when they come. They didn't even let go of a fart, and ran back to Korea in shame. By the way, do you still want to apply for the World Heritage Internationale for Korean medicine recently?"

Park Jung-chin's face immediately turned into a pig's liver, and he refuted: "Don't use Kim Jae-hyung's Korean medicine without scientific basis to slander our Korean medicine. Besides, those experiments are arranged by you. Who knows if you have any fraud in it? You Chinese are always the best at fraud!"

Liu Hao was so angry that he retorted: "I say that China is good at fake? If our Chinese medicine is also fake, why do you Koreans still copy and learn from the past?"
Chapter completed!