Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 284: Use the other person's way to repay the other person's kindness

The testing line wasn't long, and it was soon Ouyang's turn.

A young woman in full protective gear shoved the detector in front of Ouyang and said, "Blow, blow hard!"

Ou Yang complied, his face flushed and his neck thick with anger.

The young lady glanced at the result: "Normal, this way!"

Is this over?

Ou Yang was somewhat surprised, as he had thought the checks for entering the camp would be more stringent.

However, a normal inspection does not mean the end. There is another checkpoint, staffed by personnel in protective suits: "Hello, please hand over your weapons."

Ouyang was immediately displeased, feeling as if countless ants were crawling all over his body: "Can I not hand it over? This is American territory, how can we not have weapons to defend ourselves?"

The staff could tell at a glance that this person had spent too much time on Old Mi's territory and had developed a bit of a weapons addiction, which could be considered a psychological disorder: "Sorry, I can't... name?"

“Ouyang, Ou in Europe, Yang in Yangzhou.”

The staff member was about to record something on the tablet when they heard this and suddenly looked up: "Are you Ouyang? Which Ouyang?"

Ou Yang was puzzled for a while: "My name shouldn't be duplicated, right?"

"No!" The staff member's attitude was a little strange. "I mean, you're Ouyang from New Eden, right?"

Ou Yang hesitated: "It's me, so what?"

"Ha!" The staff member stood up, extended his right hand, and lowered his voice. "You don't know yet, do you? According to the information you provided, the US destroyed more than 20 lung transplant sites and rescued thousands of immune patients. We also have hundreds of our people."

The staff nearby started looking at Ou Yang differently.

Although they did not know the specific process, they could easily imagine that obtaining this intelligence must have been fraught with danger at every step.

Ou Yang and Zhu and Jiang exchanged glances, neither of them expecting that their past experience would lead to such a result. They couldn't help but feel a strange sense of the butterfly effect.

Seizing the opportunity, Ou Yang immediately pressed his advantage: "Um, can we discuss this? Is it okay if we don't hand over the gun?"

Although the staff's attitude had changed, they still stuck to their principles and shook their heads firmly: "Please rest assured, the camp is protected by guards. We are confident and capable of ensuring everyone's safety."

Ou Yang scratched his head. That was true, and he believed in the other party's ability and determination, but he still felt reluctant to part with him.

Weapons are a soldier's second life. Making him hand over his gun is no different from taking away half of his life.
Ou Yang asked solemnly, "What will happen if I don't pay?"

"There's nothing we can do," the staff member said, "but in that case, we'll have to refuse entry."

Ouyang sighed: "I'll make a call, okay?"

"No problem, please go ahead!" The staff member gestured for them to proceed.

Ou Yang walked to the side, dialed Luo Hui's number, and briefly explained his situation: "Old Luo, you know my situation, do I have to hand over the gun?"

Luo Hui replied without hesitation: "It must be paid, no one is exempt."

"Can't you be a little more accommodating?"

"cannot!"

"But we don't have weapons, what if..."

“There’s no such thing as ‘what if’!” Luo Hui interrupted without hesitation. “Ou Yang, I know it wasn’t easy for you to come out of the epidemic area, and I understand your concerns. But you’re no longer in the epidemic area; you’re in a place controlled by our own people. Before you came to the United States, did you carry a gun every day?”

“Of course I won’t bring it, but isn’t this at home?” Ou Yang argued vehemently. “If we were back on the mainland, or even in territory completely controlled by our own people, I wouldn’t have a problem handing it over. But this place is right on American territory, right next to American land. Without a gun, what if something unexpected happens…”

“Oh Yang!” Luo Hui raised his voice, “Please trust our guards. Their equipment is not as simple as it looks… I can’t go into details, but I can tell you that there are satellites and drones in the sky, and robotic dogs and various detection devices on the ground. It’s impossible for anyone to get close to the camp without being detected!”

"Furthermore, the warships sent by our family are just twelve nautical miles away. Even if all other means fail, we still have long-range firepower from those warships!"

"A warship?" Ou Yang almost bit his tongue. "Here? Shy Poetry Stew?"

"Yes, it's at Xiushi Stew."

Ouyang was extremely surprised. He turned his gaze to the sea, but couldn't see any warships anywhere: "Is the US's territorial waters here 12 nautical miles?"

There is a saying that the United States' territorial waters are only 3 nautical miles, but that is outdated. As early as the 1980s, it was changed to 12 nautical miles.

"You've hit the nail on the head," Luo Hui said in a light tone. "But it's about freedom of navigation, and in these special times, getting a little closer is understandable."

Ouyang suddenly realized: "I understand!"

Many people don't really understand the concept of freedom of navigation. Simply put, the US uses this excuse every time it tries to come to our doorstep.

Now it's just a matter of giving them a taste of their own medicine. We'll just have to ask if Old Mi is upset or not.

Ouyang tried to persuade him further: "How about this, we hand over the rifles, but keep the pistols?"

Luo Hui laughed in exasperation: "Ou Yang, why are you so stubborn? Rules are rules, and there can be no exceptions for anyone, understand?"

Ou Yang remained silent for a long while before sighing, "Okay, I'm sorry, I know it's my fault, it's just... it's just..."

"It's okay, no need to explain, I understand," Luo Hui comforted her. "If I were you, I would feel insecure too."

The two exchanged a few more words before finally hanging up.

Turning back, Ou Yang met the gazes of Zhu and Jiang, his head drooping listlessly: "Hand it over."

Jiang Yuwei felt that handing over the gun was not a big deal, so she handed it over without hesitation.

The staff asked for my name in detail, registered the gun model and serial number, and even counted exactly how many bullets were in the gun.

Zhu Yiming couldn't help but say, "Is it necessary? Why not just put it away?"

He had noticed it long ago. When others handed over their guns, they simply registered and that was it. Why was it so complicated for them?
The staff member answered meticulously, "Of course you need them. As long as they're still with Old Mi, these guns are your private property. They're just being stored here. The time when you leave US territory is when you'll truly say goodbye to them."

Zhu Yiming couldn't help but smile: "You're quite humorous!"

As they spoke, they placed the gun on the table and discovered that it was a GUA-5A, a weapon only issued to American pilots. The group exchanged bewildered glances: "Could you tell us where this gun came from?"

"This was found in one of Old America's crashed helicopters, along with a gun and a survival kit."

"When and where?"

“New Eden,” O’Yan said. “This gun was obtained on a plane in New Eden.”

The staff members looked at each other, suppressing their curiosity and no longer asking about the origin of the gun.

Good heavens, how the hell could we possibly know this?

Ouyang handed over his rifle and, without waiting for the other party to ask, answered, "New Eden..."

"Alright, that's enough!" The staff quickly stopped him and hurriedly registered the gun serial numbers. Ouyang then handed over his M500 and Glock, and finally reluctantly pulled out the Type 43 hidden under his arm.

The moment the gun left his hand, he felt an emptiness in his heart, as if a piece of him was missing.

"So many?" The staff were incredulous, wondering if Ouyang was hiding any more weapons he hadn't handed over.

"What's so surprising?" Zhu Yiming said, as if to say, "You're making a big deal out of nothing. We also had Barrett and Pineapple, but unfortunately, we threw them away on the way."

The staff were stunned again. Where did these guys get so many weapons? Did they rob an arms dealer?

They didn't ask any more questions, but they all kept the trio's information in mind. After handing over their shifts, they immediately wrote a report detailing the trio's situation.

Their understanding is limited, making it impossible for them to make an objective judgment. This kind of headache-inducing matter is better left to those above them.

After handing over their weapons, Ouyang and the others finally entered the camp, but even in the quarantine zone, the three of them were isolated separately.

Zhu Yiming clutched his head and collapsed onto the bed: "Ou Yang, why are you spouting such blunt truths? Look at you, you're treating us like dangerous elements!"

"Go to hell, you've already handed over your guns, what's so dangerous about it?" Ou Yang also lay down, still feeling like he'd been stripped naked in front of everyone.

Extremely insecure.

"I'm just reminding you!" Zhu Yiming emphasized, "Don't say things you shouldn't!"

"Alright, alright, what are you two arguing about? Let's both calm down, okay?" Jiang Yuwei sighed helplessly. "How old are you two? Why are you still acting like children?"

Zhu Yiming denied it outright: "Who's upset?"

Just as Ou Yang was about to speak, there was a knock on the door, and the three of them fell silent instantly.

Ou Yang sat up abruptly: "Who is it?"

“Ouyang, it’s me!” Duan Shuxun’s voice.

When the door opened, besides Duan Shuxun, there was another person with him.

The person was wearing a mask, so their face couldn't be seen, but the exposed skin was dark, they had short hair, and their eyes were very bright, making a strong impression.

Duan Shuxun first introduced Ou Yang and the others, and then introduced the person behind him: "This is Lu Wei, sent from above... Xiao Lu, you two can talk yourselves, I'll be leaving now."

Lu Wei was very polite: "You go about your business, don't worry about me."

"Alright!" Duan Shuxun said goodbye to Ou Yang and the others again, and left without looking back.

The door closed, and Lu Wei got straight to the point: "Hello, I was sent by my superiors to pick you up."

"Pick us up?" Ouyang was stunned. "Isn't it supposed to be quarantine?"

“It’s quarantine, but not the kind you’re thinking of, and it’s not here,” Lu Wei said. “I’m a staff member on the Hua Tuo ship, and I’m here to take you to the ship.”

Ou Yang was completely bewildered: "The Hua Tuo? A hospital ship?"

Naming it after a famous ancient doctor is too obviously suggestive.

“Yes, it’s a hospital ship.” Lu Wei nodded.

"Is there also a Bian Que Hao?" Zhu Yiming asked curiously.

Lu Wei laughed: "Not only that, there are also the Li Shizhen, Zhang Zhongjing and Sun Simiao ships, a total of five, all on the US side."

Although Ou Yang trusted Duan Shuxun, he was still somewhat uneasy: "I'd like to make a call to confirm, is that alright?"

“Of course, no problem,” Lu Wei said.

Ou Yang called Luo Hui again and immediately received confirmation from Luo Hui.

Well, there's nothing more to say. The three of them took their luggage and followed Lu Wei out of the quarantine area, boarding a white rescue helicopter painted with a red cross.

Lu Wei closed the cabin door tightly, and the helicopter took off immediately.

Zhu Yiming remarked, "He left right after arriving; there's really no one else like him."

Lu Wei glanced at the readings on the detector, then ripped off his mask, revealing a dark and wiry face.

Zhu Yiming blinked: "Aren't you afraid of getting infected by the few of us?"

Lu Wei smiled, his smile bright and cheerful: "I'm also immune. I wear this not to protect myself, but to protect others."

Zhu Yiming suddenly had a bad feeling: "What do you mean?"

Lu Wei took off his protective suit: "We have five medical ships here, but only two are used for medical missions. The other three are used as a front for researching Pneumocystis pneumonia."

All three were somewhat surprised, and Ou Yang immediately asked, "Where are the people on the ship? Where did they all come from?"

Two third-class ships and three fourth-class ships, right? He knows that!
Lu Wei countered, "Are you referring to the staff or the research subjects?"

"Of course, they are staff members."

"They are all volunteers from China."

“Voluntary?” Ou Yang was filled with respect.

The medical ship is not an ordinary ship; only the military has such a thing. It goes without saying that the staff on board are all sent by the University of Tokyo.

With such a severe epidemic, having traveled thousands of miles to get here, when will the epidemic end and when can we go back? Even the most hard-hearted person would feel a little anxious.

As the plane flew further and further away, the coastline gradually disappeared from sight, leaving only the endless sea visible outside the window.

Before long, a large ship came into view, with their own flag flying at the bow, and people could be seen moving around on the deck.

However, the deck was divided into small squares by corrugated steel panels, with only a few people in each square.

Lu Wei proactively explained, "This is a second-class vessel, currently receiving personnel being sent from the shore. Once everyone is here, we'll transport them to Ban Island."

"Ban Island? What a terrible name!" Zhu Yiming complained in surprise.

"It's the island where the American compatriots were taken in. People say it's a springboard back home, so it was named that."

"Oh, I see!" Zhu Yiming understood. "That's quite fitting!"

As they were talking, a large ship painted white from bow to stern came into view. It was much smaller than the previous ship, but it had an oversized red cross painted on its bow and stern, lifeboats on both sides, and various equipment and a helipad. It was clearly much more advanced than the previous ship.

"This is the Hua Tuo," Lu Wei said proudly. "After we land, I'll give you a medical check-up first, and then we'll talk about other things."

Zhu Yiming immediately became alert: "What are they checking? Are they preparing to study us?"

Lu Wei was speechless. How did he come up with such a bizarre thought process?

(End of this chapter)