Jianxiong rested his hand on the table, nonchalantly saying, "What's to worry about? It's just a cold. It will be over in a few days."
Lu Chen held his tea cup, speaking calmly, "The flu is different from the common cold. There are many types of viruses. A lack of caution could easily lead to an outbreak."
"Like the H1N1 type?" Li Qian sipped his tea.
"We haven't seen the patient and don't have the instruments, so nobody can be sure."
Su Mo said, "Admiral Rong isn't planning to tell us, but he must have a solution. We just need to stay calm and settle down for now."
Though she spoke with reassurance, she was already planning to search that evening for recipes that might produce antibiotics or something of the sort.
"I agree," Zhao Changsheng raised his hand.
"I'm going to exchange some items. After trekking so long, we should enjoy a good meal tonight," Su Mo said as she stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
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