313: C313 Epidemic Disease

C313 Epidemic Disease

Although Zhou Yi didn't drive the car, his speed was still fast. In less than 20 minutes, he arrived at the private hospital called Jiang City by Wang Chuan.

Of course, this hospital could be considered the best hospital in the entire Jiang City, because they had the nation's top-notch testing equipment, as well as the nation's top doctors.

In the hall at the heart of the hospital, Zhou Yi got on the elevator after finding out where Wang Chuan was in the ward.

"Isn't it weird? How come there are so many of these patients?" In the elevator, a young man pushed a cart full of messy medicinal liquid and said in a low voice to the person beside him.

"Hai, it's not just our hospital. I heard that the Chinese Medical Hospital and the People's Hospital have many similar patients!" Another nurse with glasses also spoke in a mysterious tone.

"Please don't let it be an infectious disease! If that happens, my entire Jiang City will suffer! "

At this moment, the elevator door opened. Two more patients came in, and the two nurses shut their mouths.

Zhou Yi's heart also sunk a bit when he heard their conversation.

Could it be that Wang Chuan was also suffering from this strange disease? Could it be that there was a big problem with his Jiang City?

Not long later, the elevator door opened again. Zhou Yi hurriedly walked towards the ward where Wang Chuan was.

Wang Chuan's ward was a VIP ward, which was about the same as a presidential suite in a six star hotel.

He was the only one on the entire floor, and the decorations inside were on the same level as the hospital. However, there were quite a few sophisticated instruments inside.

The nurses in the building saw the elevator door open, so they lowered their heads and went to do something else.

Since there was only one room on this floor, it must be the room inside. There was no need for her to open her mouth and go inside.

Opening the door of the ward, it was a huge living room. Seeing this, Zhou Yi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. What's the point of living in such a large living room?

If those unskilled rich second generations heard this, they would definitely laugh their teeth off.

Naturally, he had to go to the living room to entertain the guests.

At the innermost corner of the living room, there was only one door. Zhou Yi pushed it open without thinking.

When he opened the door, he saw Wang Chuan, who was lying on the bed with a pale face.

Zhou Yi walked over with a puzzled face, and thought: "Why is the grand successor of Wang Family so sick that there isn't even a single person guarding him?"

Not only was Wang Chuan's face pale, there was even an oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose. He looked extremely weak, unlike what he had just heard on the phone.

At least, at that time, other than coughing really hard, Wang Chuan did not sound too weak.

Sensing that someone was coming, Wang Chuan's eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.

"Sir?" After he finished speaking, he struggled to get up.

"Don't move!" Zhou Yi went up and pressed Wang Chuan down.

However, the moment he held Wang Chuan's shoulder, he felt a faintly discernible Spiritual Force's fluctuation coming from his body.

After pressing Wang Chuan down and lying down, Zhou Yi could not help but open his mouth as well, "What happened to you? Didn't you tell Old Master Wang? Why is there no one around? "

Hearing this, Wang Chuan shook his head and then said, "I don't dare to tell grandpa my current condition. He's too old, so he worried for me for nothing. Besides, it's just a minor illness that will be cured in a few days!"

Zhou Yi did not reply. Instead, he stared at Wang Chuan's face for a moment, and then grabbed his wrist. Then, he slowly injected a bit of Spiritual Force.

Wang Chuan naturally knew that Zhou Yi was treating him, so he didn't interfere. He just laid there quietly, waiting for his results.

However, as Zhou Yi's wisp of Spiritual Force continued to invade his body, Zhou Yi's expression became more and more serious.1

He noticed that there seemed to be something invisible inside Wang Chuan's body. You said that if it didn't exist, there would be a moment when it flashed by.

However, when his Spiritual Force went to chase after him, that thing disappeared again.

Just like that, Zhou Yi searched countless times within Wang Chuan's body, but he was still unable to do anything.

However, just as he was about to give up, an energy suddenly shot out from Wang Chuan's wrist and entered his body through Zhou Yi's hand.

This scared Zhou Yi so much that he quickly retracted his hand that was on Wang Chuan's body. Then, he activated the Spiritual Force in his body to chase Wang Chuan and intercept him.

He had thought that it would be much easier to deal with this in his own body, but what surprised him was that no matter how hard he tried, that thing would always be a step faster than him and run away without a trace.

Most importantly, Zhou Yi found out that the thing was consuming the power in his body bit by bit.

Wang Chuan glared at Zhou Yi, who was checking for him just now. Why is it that Zhou Yi had his eyes closed as he cultivated arduously and his forehead was already covered in beads of sweat.

Wang Chuan struggled to get up: "Sir?"

"…"

"Sir, are you alright?" Wang Chuan raised his voice and shouted when he saw Zhou Yi shut his eyes.

Zhou Yi did not have the time to pay attention to Wang Chuan because he could not hear Wang Chuan calling him either.

Right now, all of the Spiritual Force in his body were used to capture that strange energy, and even the power of his own soul was used up as well.

If Zhou Yi was right, that thing was so small that it was almost negligible, but its killing power was just too great.

Just like that, almost half an hour had passed.

Wang Chuan, who was on the sickbed, also couldn't sit still anymore.

He coughed crazily as he checked his watch to calculate the time. He planned to call Mo Qingcheng if Zhou Yi still could not wake up in half an hour.

Amongst all the people he knew, only the two of them had the highest cultivation base. If anything happened to Zhou Yi, Mo Qingcheng had to inform them.

Time passed minute by minute, second by second, Wang Chuan was about to press the phone when the minute hand pointed to 6.

But at this moment, his other hand was suddenly grabbed tightly. Following that, Zhou Yi's slightly weak voice came out: "Don't fight …"

Wang Chuan looked up in surprise and found that Zhou Yi had woken up. He then opened his mouth again with a guilty face: "I'm sorry, Sir …" Cough cough … It's all my fault... Cough cough … "I don't know, I don't know …"

"Alright, stop talking. It's not your fault!" Zhou Yi immediately stood up, lightly patted Wang Chuan's back and said.

To be honest, Zhou Yi still couldn't figure out what that thing was. Even in his two lifetimes, he had never seen anything like it.

What he was sure of was that it looked like a bacterium or a virus or something new, but it definitely wasn't anything good.

"Sir, do you know what this is?" Wang Chuan raised his eyes and glanced at Zhou Yi. Then, he started to cough violently.

Zhou Yi shook his head. He really didn't know.

"It might be a new type of plague virus …" At this moment, a deep male voice suddenly came from the entrance!

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