Xu Changsheng hadn't expected even the August Research Institute to be so crowded.
These people were all wealthy from A District.
To be able to come here for treatment of a common disease, they must have had some connections.
But even so, it was still difficult to find a bed.
Soon, Zeng Qiang called Xu Changsheng.
He said a few patients with colds had been admitted to the VIP ward.
Xu Changsheng hurriedly immersed himself in his work.
It seemed that this time, the spread of the flu had suddenly accelerated a lot.
The patients introduced by Zeng Qiang were all elderly people around the age of sixty.
One of them, a well-educated-looking old lady, grumbled incessantly:
"The Bei City Federal Government is really useless!"
"I pay so much tax to the government every year, it's more than an entire sub-district of E District."
"So many people coming and going every day, and they don't impose any restrictions!"
"It's those dirty people who brought the disease here."