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Without a shot being fired, any country with a little know-how could cripple the world economy by spreading a virus. A century ago, the Spanish influenza caused millions of deaths in over two years. COVID-19 has spread much more rapidly thanks to air travel. The big question is: was it manufactured and released, was it a mistake like SARS, or was it caused by animals? COVID-19 first appeared in Wuhan, Central China, at the start of December 2019 but was kept a secret until a young ophthalmologist wrote about it on the last day of that year. He was held for spreading lies and sadly died of the disease. The finger of suspicion points to China. This book written in March 2020 is fiction but was eminently possible. At the time of writing, I was unaware that virology laboratories or an animal market even existed in Wuhan. Many eminent people have warned us of the dangers of pandemics over the past decade but no one was prepared, except perhaps the perpetrators. It has been a pandemic across the world and will have lasting repercussions. Anyone or anything might have caused it, but the question on everyone's lips is: 'who did'?

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	10 décembre 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781398417236
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Panicdemic-The Covid-19 Conspiracy
R. David Rosin
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-12-10
Panicdemic-The Covid-19 Conspiracy Panicdemic-The Covid-19 Conspiracy Chapter 1 In the Beginning Chapter 2 The Background Chapter 3 The Birth of the Idea of Launching “Ma” Chapter 4 Plans to Approach Dr Li, a Medical Adviser to the CPC in Beijing Chapter 5 Meeting with G. B. Li Chapter 6 Politicians and Wuhan Chapter 7 The Trial Chapter 8 The Top People Agree: Wuhan in Hubei Province Was Chosen as the Home Target Chapter 9 The Second Trial Chapter 10 The Release of Ma in Wuhan, Hubei Province Chapter 11 What Happened in Wuhan Over the Next Two Months Chapter 12 COVID-19 Peaks in Hubei Whilst the World Starts to Suffer Chapter 13 March Proves a Bad Month for the Rest of the World Chapter 14 The Predictions Come True; the Pandemic Takes Hold Chapter 15 The Chinese Dilemma – What to Save in the World Chapter 16 The Boys Become Men Back in Beijing Chapter 17 China Recovers and Ho Wang Triumphs, but Wei Is Dismissed Chapter 18 The Different Fates of Wei and Ho Wang Whilst the World Slowly Recovers from the Disease but Not Financially Chapter 19 The Aftermath of COVID-19 Epilogue The Author’s Postscript
R. David Rosin was born in Zimbabwe and was educated at St George’s College. He studied medicine at Westminster Hospital School of Medicine, University of London. His father was a surgeon and his mother a politician, leader of the opposition to Ian Smith. His surgical training included working in Hong Kong prior to being appointed a consultant surgeon at St Mary’s Hospital, ICSM, London. He later studied the history of medicine and was elected senior vice president of the Royal College of Surgeons before moving to take up an appointment as a professor of surgery at the University of the West Indies in Barbados where he now lives and works. He worked through the COVID-19 pandemic, though not on the front line. This book was written during the month of March 2020 during lockdown in Barbados.
I dedicate this book to the brave health care workers throughout the world who have bravely, unselfishly and without regard to their own safety fought this pandemic.
Copyright © R. David Rosin (2020)
The right of R. David Rosin to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
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I would like to thank Lord Anthony Bamford, Dr Larry Baker and Mr David Roe for proofreading and encouraging me to proceed with this book.
Also, my thanks and love to my wife, Jan, for all her help whilst I was writing during the time we were isolating in our beautiful home, ‘Middle Earth’.
Chapter 1

In the Beginning
As Wei walked into the small viral laboratory on the outskirts of Beijing, it was 7:00 in the morning, but the clock struck 19. Exactly 12 hours early, or is it 12 hours late? Either way, an omen , he thought to himself as he flashed his entry card at the door. Ho Wang was already at his desk.
‘ Nie hao ,’ said Wei with a slight inclination of his head as Ho Wang was his senior, though he was only two years older than Wei who also knew that Ho Wang would be upset by him saying good morning in Cantonese.
‘ Zao song hao ,’ replied Ho Wang in Mandarin, ‘You sound in good spirits this morning. Another conquest over the weekend?’
‘Actually, I was away for the weekend,’ Wei replied. ‘I visited Xian taking the bullet train on Friday evening.’
‘You went all that way to do what? It must have taken you five hours or more.’
Wei walked across to his smaller desk and sat down putting his feet up and holding his head with his hands behind his neck. ‘Next year is the year of the Rat, and I’m a rat. 2020 is predicted to be an excellent year for those born “under the sign of the year”.’
‘I know that, Wei, you do not need to teach me about the horoscope; I have studied it for some years. But why travel over a thousand miles?’ Wei did not respond for some seconds, as if contemplating whether he should say any more about his trip to the city of the terracotta soldiers.
‘You know I have a fascination about predictions, and I have been reading about what the prophets said about 2020. Did you know that Nostradamus predicted a plague, and more interestingly, closer to our work, an American author named Dean Koontz about 40 years ago suggested there would be an outbreak of one of the coronaviruses in China, in Hubei Province, that would cause a pandemic.’ Wei stood up and pulled his chair across to Ho Wang’s desk. ‘I have an idea which could have huge benefits for our country and make us famous. Our work on the coronaviruses and vaccines against them could make us very important people.’
Ho Wang rose from his chair and went to stand over Wei. ‘I hope you are not going to suggest something that will end up with us having problems with the authorities. Remember what happened with H. B. Ling over the immunosuppressive drugs for liver transplants; he was taken for questioning from his laboratory five months ago, and we have not heard from him since. I do not want to cross anyone with authority, Wei.’
‘At least listen to my ideas,’ answered Wei. ‘There are no dangers to us, as it will be the National People’s Congress that will implement everything. They will want to take all the credit, at least internally, though I doubt worldwide, once we sell my idea to them. But, I cannot do it on my own. I will need your help, expertise and connections. At least listen to my plans before you make any decision.’
Ho Wang went back to his chair and swivelled around to face Wei, wheeling across the space to be closer, as if there were listening ears around, eager to hear their conversation. ‘Let’s go into the sterile lab and talk in there,’ he whispered. ‘These walls have ears. Think about what is happening at present to the Uyghurs; my uncle works in Xinjiang province in the north-west. I would not like to be sent there. Worse than Siberia in Russia. I think we should be more worried about the Russians than the Americans; they are building up their army and nuclear warheads whilst America becomes weaker with Trump being outsmarted on every front. But enough about world politics, and we have to start work soon.’ He stood up and in a loud voice said, ‘Wei, it is nearly seven-thirty, we should check on the viruses before we start to work; let us put on our protective clothing and have a look at them in the lab.’
‘Sure thing, Ho Wang,’ said Wei also in a loud voice, ‘I will just find my special notebook and then join you in the preparation room. How I love this work!’ he added. ‘It is so fascinating.’
Wei grabbed his notebook and red biro before following Ho Wang through the door to an adjoining room which looked something like a cross between a scuba dive shop and a fisherman’s shop full of protective gear, oxygen cylinders, rubber boots, and glass-fronted helmets. Once changed, before putting on their helmets, they tested their walkie-talkies finding a new channel they had not previously used knowing that it would take listeners, if there were any, five to ten minutes to lock into a new frequency. Helmets on Wei gave the dive sign as all well bringing his thumb and index finger together and they entered the inner laboratory which housed the coronaviruses they were working on at that time.
It was early August 2019, and they were mutating viruses to new strains. They had discovered one which seemed to be very active but not too virulent which was yet to be named. It was this new virus that had stimulated Wei to visit Xian and look for signs that may agree with Nostradamus, Koontz and others. He had not gone to the museums where rows upon rows of terracotta soldiers, horses and chariots were housed, but instead, first, he had visited the areas which had just started to be excavated and then to the workshops. It was the weekend, so no archaeologists were working. What had driven him to this site was all to do with the unluckiest number to all Chinese numbers – 4.
Chapter 2

The Background
The lab was silent but for the air-conditioners and coolers which kept the air clean and the temperature low. ‘Funny thought, Ho Wang that some viruses thrive in the hot weather whilst the coronaviruses liked it cold.’ Impatiently, he turned to Wei.
‘Well, my young friend, what is this all about? Is it all poppycock as the gwailous (foreign devils) would say in Hong Kong? I cannot see a connection between our work here in viral laboratory number 34 and the terracotta army. Let alone number 4 or the year of the Rat next January.’
Wei gave a wry smile through his glass visor and turned on his microphone. His voice sounded eerie but strong. ‘Ho Wang, next year is 2020.’
‘Tell me something I don’t know.’ Wei continued ignoring Ho Wang’s sarcastic tone.
‘Add the figures up…2+2=4. The unluckiest number for us Chinese. But after our New Year on the 25 th of January, it will be the year of the Rat, and we, rats, will become wealthy.’
‘You are repeating yourself,’ said Ho Wang, yawning. Wei edged closer and pointed to the latest batch of viruses there that had mutated.
‘What if we could regulate these to spread very easily but not become too deadly? We could release them into the world, protect ourselves and create havoc financially if we c