"A PCR test result within 10 minutes..." Delamini's face had already started to twitch uncontrollably.
Let's not even talk about conducting a PCR test, which takes several hours. Can you, damn it, get from the hospital to the hotel within ten minutes of receiving your PCR report? Are you sick? Do you want me to move the hospital here?
It had only been one morning, and things had already turned into such a mess. How could he afford to drag this on any longer?
Delamini finally figured it out, all these health codes, PCR test reports—it was all aimed at him. Zhang Menglong wasn't stupid—clear as a bell inside, you treat me like a fool, deceiving me with talk of viral spread and mutations; don't I have the right to treat you like fools too?
