My Sweet Physician Wife Calls The Shots

This time, in addition to the reporters who had rushed over after hearing the news, there were also reporters from the mainstream media who had been invited early in the morning.

When they saw the person walking toward them, the reporters from the mainstream media were shocked. Their cameras and lenses immediately aimed at the person and began to snap pictures or record videos.

The people outside quickly tried to swarm closer, but many soldiers rushed out to block their path, forcing everyone in a more reasonable position.

Qin Muyang was the first to go on stage. Standing on the stage, he glanced at the dark mass of people with angry expressions on their faces and said, "Sorry to have kept you waiting. I'm the Director of the military hospital, Qin Muyang."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the people started to make a ruckus. They were afraid that these officials were not aware of the anxiety and rage in everyone's hearts. The words that everyone had previously shouted were all shouted again.

Qin Muyang and the president, who stood under the stage and was being carefully guarded, listened to the anger of the people. Only afterward did Qin Muyang say, "I understand your anger. As the director of the military hospital, believe me, I am no less angry than any of you right now. The hospital previously publicly announced that this kind of lung infection was absolutely not contagious. But now, there are so many patients suddenly infected with this disease. Do you want to know why?"

The crowd gradually quieted down. Everyone really wanted to know why. Could it be that there was a hidden reason behind it?

Someone in the crowd shouted impatiently, "Don't tell me you're saying that we'll all be paid for taking part in this large-scale social experiment!"

Qin Muyang coldly glanced at the person who had shouted. Many of the surrounding special forces soldiers also swept their gazes over to him at the same time, scaring him so much that he immediately admitted defeat and hid in the crowd, not daring to make a sound.

"Since things have escalated to this level, all you families of these patients can also be considered the families of victims. As the military, we have an obligation to tell the truth at all times. Now, please look at the big screen."

As soon as Qin Muyang finished speaking, the huge screen displayed a video of the patients being gathered into a huge ward the previous night and this morning.

The first to appear on tape were six people. Some of these six were still holding on, while others had already begun to require tubes to help them breathe.

The faces, ages, and work addresses of these six people were displayed beside them.

"As you can see, these six people all have jobs of their own. Although their temporary residences are all in the Emperor District, from the appearances of their work units and the things they do, these six people should have no connection at all."

The families did not know what Qin Muyang was trying to say, but everyone agreed with his words. Among the six people, there were white-collar workers, big bosses, second-generation rich people, and unemployed people. Their ages ranged from 18 to 53 years old. At a glance, it was obvious that they were a group of people who would not have much contact with each other.

"But there's one thing everyone should pay attention to. These six people's families are not well off, or they themselves are not particularly well off."

"So what? Is not being well off enough to make one severely ill?" Someone below the stage could not help but shout.

Qin Muyang held the microphone and said, "Everyone, calm down. At the time, I thought these people were better off. Along with this, our hospital has already studied the illness carefully. It is absolutely not contagious!"