A crow flapped its wings and landed on the treetop nimbly and lightly.
The autumn wind is bleak, and the leaves of this tree have long since withered and fallen, leaving only a lonely branch.
The trees lack vitality, and in spring and summer, there are also fewer insects living on tree trunks and branches, which inevitably makes crows a little unhappy.
But immediately, its attention was attracted by another smell not far away.
That's...the smell of burning things.
Taiyuan Prefecture Hospital is on the verge of closure.
The beds in isolation wards at all levels are filled with patients.
Even the square in front of the ward was erected with countless tents and filled with countless stretchers.
Coughing, crying, and calling for help.
Medical staff wearing heavy isolation gowns rush between hospital beds, either giving patients intravenous drips or cleaning up the blood droplets coughed up by the patients.
I was so tired that my forehead was covered with sweat, but I didn’t have time to stop and wipe it off.
The masks of all medical staff have long been wet with sweat. In order to maintain the protective effect, many people wear two or even three layers of masks.
This also caused clearly visible marks on their faces, especially on the sides of the bridge of their noses.
The back of the ear is also extremely red and swollen.
But even if all medical staff are working overload, they cannot solve the stagnation of the ward at the moment.
There are too many patients.
Since the emergence of the plague ghost talisman, a small group of people have started to do so, either for their own selfish desires or for the safety and health of their families.
Secretly stick the talismans in front of other people's homes.
Created a large number of patients.
The government officials and soldiers of Taiyuan Prefecture tried to blockade the city to prevent the spread of evil talismans.
However, as the rumors spread, the patterns and usage of the Plague Ghost Talisman continued to spread like wildfire.
The pattern of the Plague Ghost Talisman is so simple that even a child can draw it as long as they have paper and pen.
People who had someone coughing at home, in a panic, chose to follow suit and put talismans on other people's doorsteps.
One picture wasn't enough, and I thought the effect might be slightly inferior, so I posted ten or twenty pictures.
If someone is guarding the door, stick it on the wall of the alley, on the tree at the door, or even on the ground outside the house.
Like a drop of ink dripping into a basin,
Gradually, the water basin representing the entire Taiyuan Prefecture was completely soaked with ink.
Even those kind-hearted people who did not spread the plague ghost charm at the beginning had to join in this crazy and disorderly chaos for the safety of their families.
The result was the collapse of the hospital.
"Doctor! Doctor!"
A slightly immature and panicked voice sounded outside the hospital door,
A young man named Zhuo San, wearing an ill-fitting government uniform, broke into the hospital carrying an elderly woman who kept coughing on his back.
"Doctor!"
He shouted loudly under the mask, his voice breaking, but in the busy ward that was almost at a standstill, no one stopped to pay attention to him.
Just when the young man fell into despair, a familiar voice sounded from the side.
"Zhuo San? Why are you here? Didn't I ask you to go home for a vacation?"
Wearing a mask and looking tired, Sun Er, the government servant, approached and immediately noticed the old woman carrying Zhuo San behind his back. He immediately frowned and said seriously: "Your mother?"
"Hmm!"
Zhuo Sanzhong nodded and said, "Brother Sun, my mother suddenly had a high fever. All the medicines in the drugstores on the street were sold out. There is no medicine at all."
"Fever..."
Sun Er hesitated for a moment. Considering the current situation in the city, it is self-evident what a fever means.
He glanced at Zhuo San's mother, who was breathing heavily, and pursed his lips. He didn't have the heart to directly break his little brother's fantasy, "Follow me."
Sun Er, who worked as a security officer in the ward, took Zhuo San to the duty room in the corner of the ward.
There is only one doctor in the duty room, sleeping on a simple wooden bed.
Sun Er woke him up, raised his hands and said respectfully: "Doctor Mo, please take a look at this patient."
"What else are you looking at?"
Dr. Mo, who was temporarily woken up with bloodshot eyes, only glanced at his mother who was carefully placed on the stool by Zhuo San. Without even getting up from the bed, he said coldly: "Plague! Get a number and go to quarantine!"
"What did you say?!"
Zhuo San's expression suddenly changed, he stood in front of his mother and cursed: "My mother just has a fever and has no other symptoms.
Even Mr. Li Xiaolang would not tell the patient it was plague just by looking at it!"
"Do you think there are still patients with just fever in the city now?"
Doctor Mo said indifferently: "The plague ghost talisman drives away plague ghosts, attracts plague ghosts, and invites plague ghosts.
Every household doesn’t want to get sick, so they can ignore others for the sake of their own family.
It's good now, every household is getting sick. Everyone is dying of the plague!"
"I'm a government official! We don't have epidemic ghost charms in our house!"
Zhuo San's eyes were about to burst, and he yelled: "Do you know what I have been through these days? These days, my companions and I went into a room full of fleas and mice, killing those things that no one in the city wanted to touch.
Carry out the body and burn it.
Several brothers who grew up with me are all dead! Did you know!"
"Do you think you are the only one whose relatives and friends have died?"
Doctor Mo was unmoved, still sitting lazily on the bed, and said coldly: "My apprentice died of infection. My senior brother was bitten on the palm by a patient who went crazy because he could not accept the diagnosis, and he also died of infection.
.
My master, who was far away in Yunzhou and was on the front line of containing the plague, also died.
Haha, when I think about it, I really don’t know what to say.
In the letter he sent me, he asked me to study with Mr. Li Xiaolang in Taiyuan Prefecture, keep in mind the medical ethics of hanging a pot to save the world, and bless the people.
As a result, the day after the letter arrived, news of his death in Yunzhou came.
He had no children, and I was the only disciple. I’m afraid there wasn’t even anyone to cry at the grave when he was buried.”
Doctor Mo was talking to himself, and the atmosphere in the duty room gradually solidified and became depressing.
Sun Er stood silently aside, and Zhuo San was also stunned.
"Sanlang, cough, apologize to the doctor."
Zhuo San's mother tapped Zhuo San's back with her fingertips.
"...Forget it. The gentlemen in Taiyuan Mansion are all preparing to evacuate. Princes and princesses will all run away when the situation is bad.
You locals of Taiyuan Prefecture, and doctors like me who have no worries, are left here."
Doctor Mo waved his hand, sighed, and said to Zhuo San: "Let's go, take your mother to do a smear."
He walked out of the duty room in low spirits, took Zhuo San and his mother to the laboratory, drew blood, made a smear, put it under a microscope, and took a glance.
Sun Er asked cautiously: "Doctor, what's the result..."
"See for yourselves."
Dr. Mo stood up and moved out of the way. Zhuo San silently stepped forward, leaning over the front of the microscope.
In the microscope, countless bacilli are suspended quietly.
This chapter has been completed!