Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 558 - 252: Epidemiological History_2

Inside the room.

Han Zaiyuan, Xizhen, and the elderly man’s wife, who was responsible for the care, all looked at him with suspicious eyes.

Perhaps it was because Gu Ji didn’t use honorifics.

Han Zaiyuan’s expression didn’t look good.

"Are you the patient’s family?"

"Why is it you again! Cough, cough, cough, are you here to make trouble? Changcan! Changcan!"

The elderly man with white hair forced himself to lift his head despite his dizzy head and pain. When he saw that Gu Ji was the man in the suit who had just had a conflict with him at the triage desk, he was so angry that veins bulged on his forehead as he kept calling for his son.

The nurse, Hee-jung, also took the opportunity to quietly explain the events to the doctor.

Han Zaiyuan immediately understood, quickly sizing up Gu Ji.

Perhaps because of his black casual suit, which suggested an unusual status, the counterpart didn’t lose their temper. However, holding a position at Seoul Shansang Hospital, Han Zaiyuan naturally wasn’t afraid either. He reached out and said coldly, "Sir, please leave immediately and do not interfere with the doctor’s treatment, or I will have to call security!"

"I’m not here to cause trouble, Seoul Central District Prosecutors Office, Jin Zhijiu."

As he spoke, Gu Ji took out his prosecutor’s ID from his pocket.

The few people were instantly startled by his words, especially the elderly man and his wife, whose eyes widened as though they were about to pop out of their sockets, and even their bodies trembled slightly.

This demonstrated the status a prosecutor holds in the hearts of South Koreans.

"I’m sorry, Prosecutor, do you have any question?" Although not panicking, Han Zaiyuan’s tone was noticeably more polite than before.

"To my knowledge, Pingze Mary Hospital is also a very large private general hospital with skilled doctors. After treatment for five or six consecutive days, if the condition shows no improvement, shouldn’t that be suspicious? It might not be ordinary pneumonia."

While Gu Ji was speaking.

Han Zaiyuan’s slender eyes involuntarily revealed a hint of disgust and disdain.

That was quite normal as well.

After all, Gu Ji was merely a prosecutor, uttering these comments in front of a professor-level doctor at the top-tier Seoul Shansang Hospital, which could indeed seem boastful.

But he had to do it.

Because MERS, like SARS, lacks distinctive early-phase imaging changes, with only some localized ground-glass opacities, small patchy shadows, or reticular shadows, making clinical diagnosis difficult, which was one of the reasons why the elderly man didn’t get diagnosed with MERS at Pingze Mary Hospital earlier.

It’s currently a Saturday in South Korea.

Only the emergency room is open, so the building is very crowded. It wouldn’t help at all if Han Zaiyuan were to have a nurse take the elderly man with white hair to the CT scan, not to mention it would increase the chances of the virus spreading outside.

"Medical diagnosis isn’t based solely on experience and conjecture; it requires imaging evidence and laboratory tests for scientific analysis, Prosecutor."

Although Han Zaiyuan’s face remained expressionless, his tone in the final words obviously intensified.

He seemed to be intentionally reminding him not to forget his own identity.

A prosecutor isn’t a doctor.

But Gu Ji paid no mind to what he said and continued to analyze, "Mr. Han, according to you, aside from the factors you’ve mentioned, why not inquire about his epidemiological history?"

"Haven’t I already asked about his past heart disease history..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Just as Han Zaiyuan was continuing to rebut Gu Ji, suddenly, the elderly man’s wife standing beside him also covered her mouth and started coughing.

"Madam, are you feeling unwell too?"

Han Zaiyuan’s pupils slightly expanded, reluctantly moving his gaze from Gu Ji’s face to the elderly lady beside him, wearing a white floral hat and a pink vest.

"I don’t know, suddenly I just feel a bit uncomfortable, cough cough..."

As she talked, the woman in the pink vest coughed even harder.

"Hee-jung, quickly take the madam’s temperature!"

"Yes, Professor."

Han Zaiyuan finally realized the keyword Gu Ji mentioned earlier: epidemiological history, and hurriedly asked the elderly man with white hair, "In the 14 days before you fell ill, have you traveled anywhere or been in close contact with any patients with similar symptoms?"

"I haven’t been in contact with anyone, I’ve just been staying at home..."

Unexpectedly, the elderly man didn’t provide the answer Gu Ji wanted, like having traveled to the Middle East on business.

Could he not be the primary host of the MERS virus?

But when Gu Ji glanced into the elderly man’s eyes, there were obvious physiological changes of evasive flickering, and he subconsciously reached out to scratch his neck.

It’s worth noting that Gu Ji is now a prosecutor and, as a former special forces officer with experience in high-risk missions, his observational skills and the sharpness in his gaze could easily be likened to that of an eagle.

And the white-haired elderly man’s behavioral signs, in the study of interrogation microexpressions.

Indicate lying and concealment!!

Why would he conceal his epidemiological history? Could there be other reasons behind it?

"Ah, again it’s you, get out of here right now!"

While Gu Ji contemplated why the elderly man would conceal his travel history, suddenly, there was a loud shout from behind him, followed by the sound of an arm swinging.

"Changcan! No! Cough, cough, cough..."

The woman in the pink vest wanted to remind her son that Gu Ji was a prosecutor.

But as soon as she tried to speak, she was interrupted by violent coughing.

Hearing the sound, Gu Ji quickly sidestepped, turning his body while raising his left hand to block, seizing Changcan’s swinging arm with a grip, and hooking his right foot.

"Thud!"

The young man was tripped and fell to his knees while his wrist was pinned by Gu Ji in a reverse lock behind his back.

"Ouch! Aigoo, let go, it hurts!" Changcan grimaced in pain from the painful lock on his arm.

This scene shocked Han Zaiyuan once again, not expecting such agility from a prosecutor.

Nurse Hee-jung, although startled, had her eyes turn somewhat dreamy, seemingly lost in some pleasant fantasy.

"Prosecutor, please show mercy, my son went to get the registration, he didn’t know your identity!"

"Prosecutor?"

Changcan turned his head abruptly, noticing Gu Ji’s bold and heroic facial features, he became utterly flustered, "I, I really didn’t mean to!"

"I just have one question, where has your whole family been in the last two weeks?"

"My mom and I have stayed home, a week ago my dad went..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Just as Changcan was about to reveal the truth, the elderly man deliberately coughed loudly to interrupt him.

Before he could exchange a glance with his son.

Gu Ji exerted more force in the lock.

"Speak, if you dare withhold, you know the consequences!"

"Ouch! I know, Prosecutor, I’ll tell the truth, my dad went on a business trip to the Middle East last week, to the Kingdom of Bahrain, Qatar, and other places."

"Middle East?!"

Han Zaiyuan’s pupils dilated instantly, he turned his head glaring at the elderly man, "Why didn’t you mention that earlier! How long did you stay there? Did anyone around have a fever, cough?"

"I, cough cough... I heard he was a prosecutor, so I thought it involved a case or something, so I..."

The elderly man was already so tormented by his illness that he was somewhat incoherent, "I don’t remember."

"Buzz!"

At this moment, Gu Ji’s phone in his pocket vibrated with a buzz.

He released Changcan’s hand, checked to see it was a private number, and answered.

"Hello, we’re with the Seoul Central CDC, is this Mr. Jin Zhijiu?"

"Yes, have you arrived at the emergency room?"

"Yes, we are at the entrance of the emergency room right now."

Gu Ji hung up the phone, pointed to the family on the bed, and said, "Mr. Han, keep a close watch on them, don’t let anyone near the respiratory clinic, I’ve called the disease control center to come, they’ll handle this incident!"

Having finished, he left without looking back.

Seeing the patients and crowds in the hallway, Gu Ji covered his mouth and nose with his hands to avoid the crowds proactively and ran towards the consultation hall.

Everyone’s eyes focused on the entrance.

Three CDC personnel, dressed in white protective suits and wearing N95 masks, stood in the center of the hall!