At Seattle Holy Eun Hospital, the early morning is the busiest moment of the day. A large number of interns are rounds led by the attending doctor and record the tasks they deserve today.

"In addition, we have a journalist who needs to be entertained, but that's what our dear Director Richard does."

"Are the reporters here for an interview? Or is it because of the last fire? Haven't we rejected all the media long ago?"

"Of course it's not a fire. My dear child, that incident has nothing to report, at least here with us."

In the corridor on the west wing of the hospital, the attending doctor's quick steps never stopped. The interns behind him followed the same smoothly, his mouth and feet did not hesitate. They passed the patio and the corridor armrests overlooked the front entrance of the hospital. A tall girl walked into the hospital. Her long brown and black hair was hanging down without any fancy, and her amazing slender legs were walking at the same speed. The jeans and jackets gave people a sense of decisiveness at first glance.

"Wow, great beauty!" An intern looked at her and then looked at the blonde female colleague next to her: "Her figure is better than you, Liz, do you know her? This is also a cover model, right?"

"Do you think we are from the same age group?" The intern named Liz, with blonde hair, is a fair-skinned beauty: "The last time I was a model was to raise tuition three years ago. Can I know a girl who just reached twenty?"

A group of interns in the hospital who had just graduated but were over 20 years old this year were speechless. Three boys who had no time to fall in love subconsciously stood side by side, and then followed quickly with the urging of the attending doctor.

The plan for the day is in the morning, and now is the time for everyone to start working.

Nina was moving quickly at the Holy Eun Hospital. She had already known the location of the West Wing Director's office. She didn't need to ask anyone for directions at this moment, and rushed to her destination quickly. For today's news, she even refused to turn off the school courses throughout the morning, hoping that everything would be worth it, because the newspaper was really interested in the follow-up of the fire.

When the destination arrived, she pushed open the door.

"Hello, is Director Richard here?"

The room was not big, but it was just rightly arranged, with three rows of metal lockers placed behind the desk. Chief physician Richard was of course present. He was a black man in his fifties, but he was not the only one here. Two other men were sitting on the reception sofa and were standing up together.

"Miss Greyrein, welcome your arrival." Richard stood up, talking and hearing the words without losing his majesty: "Please allow me to introduce Professor Goodwinze of the CDC and his assistant Jim."

Nina nodded and said, "Hello Director, and the professor."

"Hello, Miss reporter. It's a coincidence that we dressed the same type of dress."

Goodwinze did not wear a white coat for work today, but was dressed in a light brown jacket and jeans, which made his obviously gentle bald head look a little tough. He naturally looked at Nina's dark brown leather jacket, smiled and shook hands, "But you are much more charming than me, especially your skin color. You won't want to know how much effort I have put in to tanning."

Nina held his hand and smiled generously: "Thank you for your praise, professor, congratulations on successfully destroying the image of the researchers in my mind. When it comes to humor, you are just as good as my boyfriend."

Jim, who was blocked behind, subconsciously wanted to laugh, but he still held it in his arms.

Richard smiled and asked everyone to sit down and check whether the door was well managed. Nina quickly took out the recorder, and the two researchers from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention quickly corrected their expressions.

"Time is limited, let's start the interview now."

The recorder has been started. The 256GB flash memory card produced by SanDisk is excellent in performance and plenty of space. Sony's hardware products are even more excellent in performance and excellent in audio sampling. Rather than worrying about not recording the sound clearly, it is not because the room is not quiet enough, and the sound of serving tea is also captured.

"The latest news currently in the media is that according to inspections from the hospital and the CDC, the deceased in the Olympic fire accident, although their bodies were almost completely burned, still left some strange marks."

Nina first quoted: "Especially in the brains of some corpses, many protein blocks were found in the autopsy, and they were striped, and were considered as residues after the drying of moisture in the brain. The related articles have been written by our reporter Leanna Delun and have been reproduced by many media outlets, which has now become a consensus."

After a moment of pause, she continued: "But my current interviewee, Professor Goodwinze from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, has a different opinion. Now I'll ask the professor to speak."

The recorder was placed on the desktop, and Nina nodded to Goodwinze.

The latter coughed lightly and said, "This is the case. In fact, we can make a vivid metaphor. A healthy brain that works normally is like a sponge soaked in water. In addition, it is a sponge that does not have elasticity. Burning at high temperatures will indeed cause moisture evaporation, but it will definitely cause irreversible damage to the sponge. This is different from wringing the sponge out normally."

"That is, if the moisture of a brain cell is really burned and evaporated by the flame, its microstructure will definitely be damaged. I believe that all readers and listeners should have never actually seen the dish of Brain Flower. They may be well preserved, but our poor dead are not a dish. The flame is ruthless, and when it burns the head of the dead, it will not think about leaving anything for us."

The examples of roasting brains, dishes, steaming, roasting and burning, and Goodwenze made the atmosphere in the room strange. Richard was very adaptable as a surgeon, but he looked at the girl reporter worriedly, for fear that she would vomit if she was discomfort. However, unexpectedly, the young girl's expression was unimaginably calm when she listened to this strange example, but was just a little helpless.

"What you mean is that the residue found by the autopsy personnel in the skull of the deceased is not brain tissue?"

"It's certainly not." Goodwinze said affirmatively: "I don't know who was responsible for this autopsy. After the FBI took them over, it just sent a report document. Ordinary people can't see the problem, but please believe me. Jim and I were at the fire scene at that time. Don't forget that the CDC went for those unconscious campers!"

The interview was conducted step by step, and Nina Greyrein asked Goodwinze various medical questions with an unexpected calm. This is the chief physician's office, and Richard, who is responsible for providing the venue, listened patiently and seriously. As the senior management of the hospital who accepted many fire deaths at night, he was also very concerned about the incident.

Thanks to the media for protecting the people's right to know. The longer the time is, the more the analysis and follow-up reports of the fire continue. The huge casualties of two hundred people are indeed worthy of the continuous attention of the people across the country, but it is indeed easy to confuse the public. Yes, this fire is very terrifying, and a forest fire with such a scale is unprecedented, so it has gradually made another thing go out of the public's sight.

That is, the sleepiness that employees of Liberty Bird Company suffer from.

The CDC camp ushered in an inexplicable explosion and then caught fire. People set their sights on the explosion and fire, but forgot the three letters of CDC.

It's time to turn your attention back, although it's only a week in total.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Professor Goodwinze."

Half an hour later, the interview finally ended, everyone in the room stood up, Nina shook hands with the two respondents one by one, and said with graciousness: "Our report will be published in tomorrow's morning newspaper. Please buy one. Of course, I believe this is for sure."

"I wish you a great career in the newspaper office a long time, Miss Greyrein, this is a very pleasant interview, thank you."

The win-win situation was naturally happy that the guests and the host would be happy. Goodwenze still had something to discuss with Director Howard, so after a few last greetings, Nina quickly spoke and walked out of the room.

Every bit of the hospital is extremely busy, and no one has time to pay attention to the actions of a "patient's family". Nina walked downstairs with her long legs and took out her cell phone to quickly broadcast a number.

"Hey, Solan."

She quickly arrived on the first floor, and the brand new Bentley trot, which lasted only a week, stopped outside the glass front door of the hospital.

"As you expected, the CDC people are still investigating this matter..."
Chapter completed!