Chapter 837: Chapter 837

Huang Can saw Xu Yiman's resolute attitude, he didn't feel it was appropriate to say much, so he glanced at Ding Fan nearby.

Ding Fan didn't have any objections. Sometimes, after going through difficulties, the relationship between a couple becomes more attuned...

Moreover, Ding Fan believed that with him here, nothing bad would happen.

Subsequently, Ding Fan led everyone down from the residential building. Just as everyone was preparing to get on their bikes, Ding Fan's phone rang.

These past few days, due to the serious nature of the epidemic, Ding Fan kept his phone with him at all times.

He glanced at the caller ID; it was a call from Red Spider's Zhunxing. Ding Fan promptly answered the call.

"Brother Fan, we've found Elder Sun Qi, and he is on his way to Yanjing to meet you. He just contacted us; he's almost in Yanjing. He's asking where he should meet up with you?" Zhunxing said on the phone.

Ding Fan hadn't expected Zhunxing and his team to act so efficiently, nor did he expect Sun Qi to arrive so soon.

"Have him come to the temporary field hospital on the outskirts of the Western Suburb." Ding Fan said indifferently.

"Okay, I'll go inform Elder Sun Qi now." Zhunxing wasted no further words and immediately hung up the phone.

After that, Ding Fan, along with Huang Can and Xu Yiman, got into an off-road police car waiting outside.

Guo Youliang was responsible for driving the car, Ding Fan sat in the passenger seat, while Huang Can and Xu Yiman sat in the back seats.

From their current location, the journey to the Western Suburb wasn't far; it took less than an hour to arrive.

The car stopped, and before Ding Fan could step out, he already saw a warning line set up ahead, with several armored vehicles separating the inside of the Western Suburbs from the outside.

"This is the Western Suburb. Let's get out of the car, Mr. Ding." Guo Youliang said to Ding Fan.

Ding Fan and the others immediately got out of the car. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽

Although they were standing on this side of the boundary line, they could still feel the eerie atmosphere on the other side of the warning tape.

No sooner had Ding Fan and his company alighted from the vehicle, a soldier carrying a camouflage bag jogged over to them, and after arriving in front of them, stood at attention and saluted.

"May I ask, who among you is Ding Fan?"

"It's me." Ding Fan replied.

"The expert group and the people from the charity foundation are all waiting for you inside. Here are some protective gear; please put them on," said the soldier, placing the camouflage bag on the ground and taking out some protective equipment.

Everyone hurriedly put on their gear.

"Please follow me." The soldier gestured to Ding Fan to proceed after everyone was properly equipped.

Ding Fan nodded his head and directly followed the soldier towards the field hospital.

As they walked along the path, everyone's expressions were extremely solemn. What's more, when they passed by a medical tent, four personnel in isolation suits carried out two deceased individuals.

Guo Youliang, who saw this, was frightened and quickly checked his isolation hood.

One must know that the Black Death was a lethal disease; once infected, it quickly claimed a person's life. If it hadn't been for the orders from the higher-ups to accompany Ding Fan, he wouldn't have come here at all.

Ding Fan, observing his surroundings, could feel the thick air of death; this place truly gave people a sense of lifelessness.

This sensation was similar to the feeling that black stick transmitted, which by comparison suggested that this epidemic was definitely related to that black stick.

The group followed the soldier to a military tent.

Once inside, they saw that over a dozen people were already waiting there.

These people were all wearing isolation masks, but Ding Fan could tell from their hair and physique that they were not young.

While Ding Fan was sizing up these people, they were also sizing him up.

"Are you the leader of our medical team?" a middle-aged man asked first.

Although Ding Fan couldn't see the man's expression, he could sense the emotion in the man's words.

"I am," Ding Fan answered simply.

Upon his confirmation, the people below exchanged looks.

"How old are you this year?" someone else asked.

"Twenty-two or twenty-three," Ding Fan did not hide.

"My God, what's going on here, for such a young kid to be leading us…"

"Exactly, we are all top experts from various fields. How can a kid who is barely twenty be leading us… Isn't this a joke?"

"I bet this kid must be some high-ranking official's relative, here to gain some experience..."

For a moment, there was a buzz of discussion among the crowd. They weren't worried about Ding Fan hearing them; they spoke quite loudly.

"Are you all done talking? If so, let's discuss the situation of the epidemic now," Ding Fan said faintly.

Although Ding Fan's voice was not loud, he used True Qi to project his voice into the ears of everyone present as if he was standing right beside them.

The whole scene quieted down at once.

Under everyone's gaze, Ding Fan slowly took off his protective mask.

Everyone was startled.

To know this place is already an epidemic area, just yesterday, the No. 5 leader was infected right here, yet Ding Fan directly removed his protective face shield.

This was simply too bold.

Ding Fan, as if nothing had happened, placed the mask in front of him and then said indifferently, "I'm here not for fame and fortune; I'm here to extinguish this epidemic."

Still no one spoke below; everyone was just listening quietly.

By daring to take off his mask here, Ding Fan made it clear that he wasn't a coward here to gold-plate his reputation.

"I don't have much to say, those who fear death can leave now. If you don't accept me, as long as you can make me accept you, I don't mind following your commands," Ding Fan spoke lightly.

"Young man, you sure are arrogant. Every person here is a big shot in the medical field. So, let us hear it, what abilities do you have that could convince us?" At this point, someone spoke up again.

Just as this person finished speaking, a military doctor rushed in.

"Experts, a pregnant woman has just been sent from the epidemic zone. Her water has already broken, but the patient has fallen into a coma and is on the brink of death... If the pregnant woman continues to be comatose, the child inside her surely can't be saved," the military doctor said anxiously.

"Lead the way, we'll take a look," Ding Fan immediately spoke up.

Now was a matter of life and death, and naturally, Ding Fan didn't dare waste a moment.

The military doctor was slightly stunned to see Ding Fan without a protective mask, but at this moment, another expert said, "Where is the patient now? Lead the way."

The speaker was a woman with greying hair.

Many people recognized this woman; her name was Yang Shifen, known as the saintly hand of obstetrics and gynecology. In her life, she had delivered countless children. In the field of obstetrics, she had a very significant reputation, having even written papers for magazines.

Everyone present was perceptive; with Yang Shifen stepping out, it was clearly a challenge to Ding Fan.

Ding Fan, still so young, had become their team leader, and this made these experts quite unwilling to accept it. Now, it seemed like a good opportunity for Ding Fan to open his eyes.

Suddenly, everyone echoed the sentiment, and the military doctor led Ding Fan and the others towards the ward.

Most of the wards here were set up with military tents, and some medical vehicles were responsible for only some examinations and minor surgeries.

The military doctor led Ding Fan and others into one of the tents.

Ding Fan followed into the tent, and the scene before him made his brow furrow.

Inside the tent lay at least a dozen patients who looked lifeless, all were on IV drips, but there was no sound at all.

"Doctor, I'm so glad you've come. Can you save my wife, save my child?" Seeing the people enter, a man threw himself to the ground in front of them, banging his head on the floor repeatedly.

Someone had already helped the young man up, but at this time, Ding Fan had no time for the young man; he went straight to the bedside next to the man.

On the bed lay a young woman about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. Her belly was hugely swollen, her complexion pale, and the lower body of the pregnant woman was already drenched in a pool of blood.

Yang Shifen immediately went up to Ding Fan. "Are you going to take care of this, Team Leader, or shall I?"

Yang Shifen's words were pointed. Although she referred to him as Team Leader, there was not a hint of respect in her tone.

"You can't handle this; I'm the only one who can," Ding Fan insisted.

Yang Shifen's face turned ugly at that moment.

She, Yang Shifen, was a formidable figure in the obstetrics world, and now a young man was saying she couldn't do it, couldn't cure it.

"So you mean to suggest, Team Leader, that your skills are very high? Then I must witness this for myself. It's also a good opportunity for me to learn…" said Yang Shifen, clearly displeased.

At this point, Ding Fan had no time to argue with Yang Shifen.

Immediately, Ding Fan ordered Xu Yiman. "Get some boiling water, as much as possible."

Xu Yiman busily nodded her head. "Understood, I'll do it right away."

"I'll take you," a military doctor hurriedly accompanied Xu Yiman to get the boiling water.

Ding Fan then instructed Huang Can. "Now, go get me a big bucket. One that's big enough to fit a person."

Huang Can had previously seen Ding Fan save his mother with a bucket and instantly understood, promptly going to prepare the bucket.

"The air of death is heavy here; let the nurses transfer all the patients to another tent," Ding Fan said.

Guo Youliang did not dare delay and hurried off to handle it.

Yang Shifen looked on with disdain.

What did giving birth have to do with the so-called Qi of life and death? In her entire life, she had never heard of this concept of 'Qi of death.'

"It seems that our Team Leader is more of a Feng Shui master..."

People behind Yang Shifen also looked scornfully. The things Ding Fan was talking about truly had nothing to do with medicine.

"Team Leader Ding, whether you want to flaunt your authority or play games, this is a matter of life and death. I think it's better to let Yang Shifen handle this," said an elder at this time.

"I've said, she can't cure it..." Ding Fan said flatly.

"So you're certain that you can cure it?" the elder spoke coldly. "Young man, be humble. Even if you have connections, at a young age, you should still be eager to learn..."

Just as the elder was not yet finished, Yang Shifen cut in directly. "What if you can't cure it, Team Leader Ding?"

As Ding Fan took out the Golden Needle, he replied indifferently, "Life for a life..."