When the mutant strain and the traditional virus were attacked by a double attack, the entire city fell into the darkest moment of a medical emergency. The back of Shen Linyuan's protective suit, a member of the grassroots health committee, had already been soaked with salt and frost from sweat, but he still clutched his walkie-talkie and rushed to the forefront of the investigation.
"Pregnant women in the containment zone are showing signs of water breaking!" "Oxygen cylinders are in stock for less than 4 hours!" "The new virus has mutated again!"... In the emergency command center, which has been brightly lit for 72 consecutive hours, this young party member, who was once ridiculed by his colleagues as a "data maniac", is using his hoarse voice to turn life-and-death speed instructions into the key to defeating the situation.
There is no golden finger, no halo of the protagonist, but only a Communist Party member who has served the people engraved in his bones: he can coordinate the transfer of life-saving ECMO by military helicopters on rainy nights, squat in the sealed corridor to help the elderly living alone write medication instructions by hand, and he also knows the "unkindness" of refusing to have relations with relatives with red eyes. When mass panic broke out in the quarantine area, it was he who walked into the cordon of the contaminated area with a loudspeaker in hand and persuaded countless people with his hoarse science popularization for twelve hours.
"The organization put me in this position, not to let me lie flat." Facing the inspection team's questions, this red-eyed servant of the people took out a notebook with a worn cover. The dense notes on the yellowed pages witnessed his transformation from an ordinary clerk to a commander.
