Faced with these doubts, Jian Mei neither refuted nor argued.
On the contrary, he remained calm and composed. He simply said, “If this is the director’s request, I will do my best. As for whether I’m qualified for this role, if any of you here believe you can solve the epidemic and lead everyone to overcome the disease, I’m willing to step aside.”
After these words, many fell silent again.
No one dared to make such a guarantee, and no one claimed they could lead everyone to overcome the epidemic.
Someone questioned, “It’s easy to criticize us, but what about you? Do you really think you can lead us to overcome the epidemic? Can you really solve the problem?”
Jian Mei smiled. “I can’t say with 100% certainty that I can, but at the very least, I can promise that I will try my best, even if there’s just the slightest chance. I will do everything in my power to fight the epidemic, at any cost, even if it means sacrificing my life.”
The resolute words left the room in silence for a moment.
Then, someone muttered, “Well, if you really can do what you say, we’ll be watching.”
Jian Mei replied indifferently, “I’m not doing this to show you or anyone else. My only goal is to do everything I can for the patients. Yes, I lack experience and there are many things I don’t know or understand, so I will need guidance from those more experienced. If I do something wrong, please tell me, and if there’s something you need done, I won’t hesitate to ask for help.”
“We’re all here for the same reason: to get through this crisis together,” Jian Mei said softly. “Once the epidemic is over and everyone is well, I don’t need this power or the position of director.”
His words silenced those who initially had objections.
They were forced to acknowledge, somewhat reluctantly, that none of them had the broad perspective that this young man did.
Jian Mei then began reorganizing the hospital after Yuncheng rested. The most significant change he made was appointing uninfected civilians to take on duties, instructing them on what they could do:
“Daily disinfection, yes.”
“Managing the isolation rooms—make sure to record and register the temperature of those in quarantine. They must have no contact with the outside.”
“Yes, not just the hospital; the streets need attention too.”
“Thank you, everyone.”
The civilians never expected that Jian Mei would give them such an opportunity, allowing each person to take on a role, something they wouldn’t have even dreamed of before. Now, they not only had positions but also respect. At first, there were many objections to these civilians taking on such roles, but over time, people began to notice that these civilians were even more diligent than the priests. They lacked the sense of superiority that some priests had and carried out their tasks with sincerity, dedication, and kindness.
Gradually, more and more people in the hospital began accepting civilians into the workforce.
This epidemic seemed to bring about a reconciliation between the divine-powered individuals and the civilians. The tension between them lessened, and they started to gradually accept and tolerate each other.
The next day, when Jian Mei woke up in the hospital in the modern world, he received a call from his grandfather.
The old man said, “Mei Mei, I have some ideas about your prescription. There are a few ingredients that aren’t quite right, but if possible, I’d like to talk to the patients directly, discuss with them, and observe their specific symptoms and conditions before finalizing the plan.”
Jian Mei hesitated. His phone had recently unlocked the video call feature, so should he try live-streaming from Stan Star for his grandfather…?
Although this might risk revealing everything.
