Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 219 is no coincidence

In the evening, a light rain came unexpectedly.

In the eastern suburbs of Kamed, old Jason stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, his unfocused pupils gazing at the drizzling rain, motionless like a statue.

Ever since receiving the news of Jason's accident, he stood alone by the window for an entire afternoon without moving an inch.

At this moment, old Jason's mind was filled with every little detail of his son's life, from infancy to toddlerhood, from adolescence to youth.

Admittedly, his son was a spoiled brat with no ambition, but while Jason was somewhat arrogant and domineering, he was only a bit cocky.

What does such a tiny flaw matter?

The sudden knocking interrupted old Jason's thoughts. He looked away and replied in a low voice, "Come in."

His voice was as hoarse as a file.

The door opened, and a Mediterranean man dressed in a well-fitting formal suit walked in.

He had a thin face and a straight back, and bowed slightly respectfully: "Sir, I'm back."

"How's the investigation going?" old Jason asked.

“We found the dog tag on the attacker,” the butler said.

Jason turned around abruptly: "Military personnel? Have you found out their specific identities?"

“We’ve already contacted the military, but haven’t received a response yet.” The butler said expressionlessly. “Based on our investigation, it seems like they’re targeting Asians.”

"Easterners?" Old Jason frowned, a deep frown forming on his face. "Those three in the hospital?"

“Yes,” the butler said. “The attacker and the Orientals engaged in a high-speed chase for seven blocks before the attacker was killed by the Orientals.”

Old Jason's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint in his pupils: "So that's how it is. So, it was the Easterners who avenged me?"

The butler pursed his lips and said nothing.

As a qualified housekeeper, you must understand your position, what to say and what not to say, what to remember and what to forget.

"I never expected that those people would cause trouble, especially since they were Asians." Old Jason felt like he was burning with rage, and an uncontrollable fire ignited within him. "Find someone to take care of those Asians."

The butler did not agree immediately, but cautiously reminded him: "Mr. Jason, those few Asians are people that the higher-ups specifically want to protect."

Old Jason said indifferently, "I don't care who's protecting them. I only know that my only son died because of the Orientals, and someone has to pay the price for young Jason's death... Believe me, the Orientals are just the beginning, not the end!"

The butler bowed: "Understood, Mr. Jason."

“Go ahead, and make sure it’s clean,” old Jason said.

They're just a few Asians. With a little money, we can easily find a few gang members who have no connection to the Jason family and get this done.

Moreover, they will never have any connection with the Jason family afterward.

"Okay." The butler left and immediately began making arrangements.

He knew that old Jason had gone mad, but some people are mad on the surface, while others are mad in their hearts.

Since Jason's death is inextricably linked to Easterners, then let the Easterners die.

At the same time, at Kamed Hospital, in the inpatient department.

Although the surgery was successful, Zhu Yiming has not yet regained consciousness.

He lay there quietly, his body not only connected to a bunch of wires, but also to several transparent plastic tubes, his pale face hidden under an oxygen mask.

The monitoring equipment by the bedside monitors his heart rate, blood pressure, and blood oxygen in real time.

Ou Yang couldn't understand the numbers on the monitor, so he turned to the expert and asked, "Why hasn't he woken up yet? The anesthesia should have worn off by now, right?"

“The doctor gave him some sedatives,” Jiang Yuwei said. “His intestines were punctured by a bullet, and the intestinal contents contaminated his abdominal cavity, causing secondary peritonitis. Typical symptoms of this disease include abdominal pain, fever, nausea, and vomiting…”

"Okay, okay, don't tell me this, it's giving me a headache." Ou Yang looked like he was about to break down. "Just tell me, is Old Zhu alright?"

Jiang Yuwei replied without hesitation, "It should be fine. Once we're out of danger, we just need to rest for a while."

To achieve such a result during surgery in the emergency room is already very gratifying.

"Now I understand," Ou Yang said with a sigh of relief. "It's getting late. I'll keep watch. You can go back and rest."

Jianghu is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships.

Today, Ouyang has a completely new understanding of this statement.

According to the police investigation, the criminal gang that took hostages consisted of five people. Three of them were killed by Ou Yang, one was killed by a sniper, and the whereabouts of the other are unknown.

In addition, Ouyang killed eight armed thugs single-handedly, and after completing the initial investigation, the police immediately gave Ouyang the treatment he deserved.

This includes requesting the hospital to do everything possible to treat the injured, arranging accommodation for Ou Yang and Jiang Yuwei, and providing them with three meals a day.

The RV was so badly damaged that it couldn't be repaired, so the police simply found them a new one!

Ou Yang was eager to know what Luo Hui had done to make the local police work so hard.

Of course, none of this is free; it's all based on mutual consent.

Ou Yang's phone suddenly rang. Although the ringtone wasn't loud, it was exceptionally clear in the quiet corridor.

He quickly pulled out his phone and pressed the answer button. Luo Hui's voice came through the receiver: "How's the situation on your end?"

Ou Yang sighed with regret: "Zhu Yiming needs to rest for a while..."

He gave Jiang Yuwei a look halfway through his sentence, and she immediately replied, "A week if it goes quickly, half a month if it goes slowly."

"It will take at least a week before he can get out of bed," Ou Yang said.

Luo Hui immediately felt a headache coming on: "Will you still be able to catch your flight the day after tomorrow?"

Ou Yang sighed: "We definitely won't make it. When is the next one?"

Luo Hui sighed as well: "There won't be a next trip."

"Huh?" Ouyang was stunned. "Why?"

“The evacuation flights are not scheduled, but are arranged temporarily based on the actual situation on the ground.” Luo Hui said in a heavy tone, “In order to limit the spread of pneumoconiosis, the US has set up many no-fly zones. Every time a plane is arranged, we have to inform the US in advance and negotiate the flight time and route with the US military. The whole process is tedious and complicated. If we miss this one, we don’t know when the next one will come.”

Ou Yang was completely taken aback: "What do you mean? I thought there was no epidemic here and the airport was operating normally!"

"Throughout the United States, civil aviation has been almost completely shut down, with only military aircraft able to take to the skies."

Ou Yang, recalling a scene from a movie, suddenly had a wild idea: "Could we fly over on one of Old Mi's military planes?" "Even if we could, let's not go," Luo Hui quickly stopped him. "Have you forgotten about the split in the Mi family?"

Ouyang immediately deflated.

By the way, the US military has split because of the US government; I wonder what the situation is now.

If the U.S. Army, which belongs to the George faction, clashes with the U.S. Army, which is loyal to the second-in-command, wouldn't that lead to another Civil War?
“Alright, I understand what you mean,” Ou Yang said. “Since we can’t catch the flight the day after tomorrow, let’s stay in Kamed for now and wait until Zhu Yiming gets better before making any decisions… Hmm, give me some advice, should we continue south or head in another direction?”

"Sorry, there are no more planes available at the moment." Luo Hui understood what Ou Yang meant. "Maybe things will change after Zhu Yiming recovers from his injuries."

Ou Yang felt a sharp pain in his teeth: "Understood. We'll continue south once Zhu Yiming recovers."

It's impossible not to be disappointed, but he and Jiang Yuwei couldn't just abandon Zhu Yiming and leave, could they?
Luo Hui was also helpless and could only give a rather unhelpful reply: "Contact me anytime if anything happens."

"Okay!" Ou Yang hung up the phone, turned to look at Jiang Yuwei, "How about you leave first tomorrow?"

Jiang Yuwei was taken aback, then her face darkened, and she clenched her fists instantly: "You surnamed Ou, what do you mean?"

"Hey, hey, don't get angry!" Ou Yang said with a wry smile. "You heard it too, there's only one plane. Once this opportunity is gone, it's gone forever!"

Jiang Yuwei's gaze turned hostile: "You're actually quite considerate of me. Should I thank you?"

"Hey, hey, don't look at me like that, okay?" Ou Yang grinned, not afraid at all. "Old Zhu and I are two grown men, it's no big deal for us to suffer a little. What are you doing here, a girl, getting involved?"

Jiang Yuwei took a deep breath to calm her turbulent emotions, pursed her lips, and remained silent.

Ouyang nudged her shoulder: "What's wrong? Say something."

"What do you want me to say?" Jiang Yuwei glared at her. "Are you going to agree to your crazy idea and fly away alone? What would that make me?"

"That was not what I meant……"

"Then what do you mean?"

Ou Yang sighed, feeling that Jiang Yuwei was even more difficult to deal with than a group of infected people: "We've come all this way just to leave this hellhole and go home safe and sound, haven't we? Now there's an opportunity right in front of us. If we miss it, who knows when we'll get another chance? You go first, I'll stay here with Lao Zhu until he recovers..."

"Go if you want to leave!" Jiang Yuwei huffed and turned her gaze away, her chest heaving violently.

Who is this person? Is this an idea that a human could come up with?

Ou Yang wanted to try to persuade her again, but seeing Jiang Yuwei's impending outburst, he knew that further persuasion would not only be ineffective but would also add fuel to the fire.

"Fine, fine, we won't leave then. We'll all stay, okay?" Ou Yang finally changed his tune.

Jiang Yuwei was still angry. She suddenly turned around and stared at Ou Yang with a piercing gaze: "You, surnamed Ou, are you deliberately testing me?"

Ou Yang quickly shook his head: "No, that's not true. I just think it's a rare opportunity. If one of us three goes out, that's one less. There's no need for us all to stay."

"Hmph, a man's mouth is a lie, go ahead and lie to the devil!" Jiang Yuwei lifted her leg to leave, but after taking only two steps, she suddenly stopped, turned back to Ou Yang, and kicked him in the shin without warning.

Ou Yang cried out in pain and jumped back quickly: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Yuwei raised her head, snorted, and left like a proud little hen.

Ou Yang grinned and put down his leg, which didn't hurt much: "Fine, I won't walk then. What's with the attitude!"

That's what he said, but only he knows what he really thought.

Jiang Yuwei didn't go far. She stopped at the corner of the wall, leaned against it, and sighed.

Is she really not tempted?
of course not.

From brown bear to Kamed, she went through so many twists and turns, almost losing her life several times in a foreign land. She dreamed of leaving this hellish place.

A plane will arrive the day after tomorrow and will be able to take her out of here. Although she won't be able to go home for the time being, being able to leave this vortex and return to her compatriots is already a significant step.

But can she leave at this time?
If Ouyang and Zhu Yiming are safe and sound, and their safety is absolutely guaranteed, she might consider it, but that's all she'll do.

She didn't know many people in the United States. Ouyang and Zhu Yiming were the people she knew best and was closest to. If she left now, it would mean that she would have to live with a group of complete strangers.

That was definitely not the outcome she wanted.

Therefore, she decided to give up this hard-won opportunity.

If we're going to leave, we'll leave together; if we're going to stay, we'll stay together.

Perhaps in the near future, Jiang Yuwei will regret today's decision, but she has been through so much with Ou and Zhu and knows them very well. Rather than leaving alone and facing a group of strangers, she would rather stay with familiar people.

Even if it means facing endless risks, I'm happy to do it.

Right, that is it!

Jiang Yuwei cleared her thoughts, strengthened her resolve, and no longer hesitated.

She left with light steps, ready to rest and then return to replace Ouyang.

Just as Jiang Yuwei left, a male nurse pushing a nursing cart appeared from another direction, and the two just missed each other.

The nurse walked calmly towards the ward, and Ouyang, who was waiting outside the ward, immediately looked over.

The nurse greeted him warmly, then greeted Ouyang in broken Mandarin: "Li Qi Le Mang!"

Ou Yang looked constipated and, after some guessing, realized that the other person probably meant "Have you eaten?"

Goodness, who taught him that?

Ou Yang flashed a universal smile as he responded to the nurse's greeting, but a few questions also arose in his mind: "Who are you? I've never seen you before."

Because Luo Hui labeled Zhu Yiming as a foreign affairs personnel, he was placed in a VIP ward. The doctors there were experienced, and the nurses were young and beautiful. Both the facilities and services were much better than those in a regular ward.

Although there were a few male nurses, I really didn't recognize the one in front of me.

In the past, Ouyang would never have paid attention to these details, but with the increased dangers he has encountered, being wary of strangers has become an instinctive stress response.

"Oh, I just changed shifts!" the nurse replied with a smile, pointing to the ward. "May I go in?"

Ouyang smiled in response: "Of course!"

Purely out of habit, Ou Yang glanced at the nurse's name tag, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

The name tag did indeed have a picture of the person in front of them, but the name was Alvarez.

Ouyang recognized the name; it belonged to a short, Latino young man. But the man before him was a thoroughly white man.

If it were just a case of having the same name, that would be one thing, but their job titles and other information are exactly the same!
Ouyang instantly realized: This is definitely not a coincidence!
(End of this chapter)