Song He went online and searched. Usha's battlefield interview video had gone massively viral around the world. The combined likes and reposts across all platforms might have reached two or three hundred million, while the view count had surpassed one billion.
Shocking news headlines spread across the world in various languages:
"War in North Africa! Hospital blood banks urgently need supplies!"
"Sieges around the capitals of several North African countries! The Blood Shortage is severe!"
"Pregnant women suffering massive blood loss will be abandoned due to a lack of blood! A humanitarian disaster is imminent!"
"NATO Secretary General responds to bombing the slums: Intelligence indicates that heavy weapons were hidden in the slums."
"Protests break out across Europe in opposition to NATO airstrikes on civilians."
Song He scrolled through the comments. The proportion of people paying attention to the Blood Shortage was remarkably high. It seemed Usha's interview had truly made an impact. The reactions from people in NATO countries were especially intense. After all, their countries had a hand in the North African war, and even the machine-translated flavor could not hide their fury.
"Seeing those children die broke my heart. I want to donate blood to them!"
"They took our tax money to bomb North Africa, bombing here and there again and again. Sons of bitches!"
"The Blood Shortage is really difficult to resolve. A lot of people will probably die, but in a few years, those dead people will be nothing more than a number. Fuck this world!"
"Is there any way to donate blood to them? Is there any organization that can transport supplies and blood in there?"
"God! Save them! Fill their hospital blood banks!"
Song He moved his hand away from the mouse, pulled open a drawer, and took out a pile of documents