"What to treat?" Gu Kai turned around suddenly, vaguely understanding that Zhang Yang was related to this matter, and asked with a frown.
"He's injured. I'll treat him. It's considered humanitarian aid." Zhang Yang said grandly, but he didn't know that the word was used inappropriately and was very ridiculous.
But at this time, he didn't care so much and walked quickly to Morad's side.
In just two minutes, his injuries were healed with pure Yang true fire, and then he followed Gu Kai and Putina and left amidst the surprised eyes of everyone.
"Here, you have to keep a low profile and don't have anything to do with them, even if you mean well."
As the three of them walked, Gu Kai kindly reminded him and continued to explain: "The people here come from different tribes and have different beliefs. Tribal conflicts often occur, so if you help one party, you may offend the other party. There is no right and wrong."
There are no mistakes, so it’s better to meddle as little as possible.”
"Yeah, I understand." Zhang Yang understood that he was also thinking about himself, so there was no need to argue with him.
…
After walking into the ward, there was a strong smell of herbal medicine. He Shuqing was sitting in front of the hospital bed taking the pulse of an unconscious soldier. There were several military water cups on the table, which naturally contained boiled Chinese medicine.
"Academician He, how is the situation?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but ask.
"Well, the results are good, which means our analysis is correct."
He Shuqing raised his head and continued with surprise and appreciation in his eyes: "The coldness in his body has begun to dissipate, the high fever has gradually subsided, and his pulse is very stable. However, his body is very weak, so he cannot be too optimistic and must continue to observe."
As an old Chinese medicine practitioner, I am still extra cautious. I know that the plague broke out so suddenly and the patients died within a period of time, so I am extra careful and know that it is not so easy to control the disease.
"Then wait until they wake up and find out more about the specific circumstances of the disease. Maybe it can be of some help to their condition," Zhang Yang said.
"When we first discovered that they were infected with the plague, we already asked them. They only had contact with local people during their missions, and we didn't know how they were infected," Gu Kai explained.
The conversation between the two gave him hope of controlling the plague, so he tried his best to provide some information help so that they could avoid detours and save time. After all, if they were delayed for one more day, countless people would die from the plague.
middle.
Time is life, and it is most appropriately reflected at this moment...
At this moment, An Xuguang and the others walked back to the ward. From their depressed expressions, it could be seen that the progress was not going well.
"Dean An, what did you find?" He Shuqing asked habitually.
"Almost no progress has been made, but a highly corrosive hidden cellular component has been detected in the patient's blood. I don't know if it is the source of the plague." An Xuguang replied.
"Highly corrosive cellular components?" He Shuqing frowned and asked in confusion. Obviously, as an old Chinese medicine practitioner, he was not very clear about these Western medicine terms.
In fact, not only him, but also Zhang Yang was confused. As a medical student, he had never heard of the name of this ingredient.
"I just doubt it. After all, this bacterial cell component has only been seen in books a long time ago, because it was only discovered and named by a medical scholar hundreds of years ago. There has never been a case of such a disease. Now
It is no longer mentioned in textbooks." An Xuguang blushed and explained with obvious lack of confidence.
His achievements today are certainly not in vain. They are inseparable from his many years of study and clinical practice experience. What he has seen and heard is naturally broader than that of ordinary doctors or even experts and professors.
The reason for the lack of confidence is that some diseases have only been recorded but have not been actually seen, or no one has suffered from such diseases for hundreds or thousands of years, so they are considered to have disappeared.
"So is it contagious? And why did it suddenly break out?" He Shuqing pondered for a moment and then asked.
"According to records, it is not contagious because the human body's blood is filled with every inch of skin in the body. The reason why this corrosive blood cell virus is hidden is that it will only appear when the body temperature drops to a certain level.
It will even show up after death, just like sulfuric acid that quickly corrodes human skin and muscles."
"If this is the case, it is definitely not the root cause of the plague. After all, it is a plague that spreads among living people. It has nothing to do with it." After listening to An Xuguang's explanation, Zhang Yang said.
"Well, I'm just guessing." An Xuguang admitted helplessly.
The main reason why he mentioned this discovery just now was to provide a little information and to get closer to the plague.
After all, after arriving here, they couldn't get nothing on the first day, not to mention smelling the strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine and knowing that He Shuqing had already started treating patients, they didn't want to fall behind.
It is undeniable that the competition between traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine is still very fierce in China, especially these prominent figures who fight overtly and covertly for face...
"It's hard to make a conclusion yet on whether there is any connection. After all, we don't know much about the plague yet."
He Shuqing's words were very objective. After a pause, he continued: "I analyzed it with Zhang Yang just now, and also prepared medicine for the three of them to take. We will wait another day. If their condition improves, it will mean that
These medicines can temporarily control the onset and aggravation of the plague. In order to avoid another death from the plague, these medicines can be used to temporarily relieve the disease."
"Academician He means that we should first transport traditional Chinese medicine to China to promote disease relief?" Gu Kai asked curiously.
"Well, time waits for no one. While the disease is relieved first, we will then develop a vaccine. This can prevent more people from dying." He Shuqing nodded and replied.
"But there are more than 200,000 people living in the plague outbreak area in Liberia. Medicines alone will cost a huge amount of money, plus the costs of domestic collection and transportation. I'm afraid..."
Gu Kai's worry is not unnecessary. According to his simple calculation, he doesn't know how much money it will cost. And will the Chinese government pay for this money?
What's more, medicines are consumables. A dose of traditional Chinese medicine loses its efficacy after boiling it for two or three times. Can the plague be controlled by just drinking a dose?
Therefore, the real funds may be more terrifying than imagined...
"I understand what Captain Gu means, but is there any better way?"
He Shuqing also looked helpless. After a pause, he said with a wry smile: "Isn't there still the United Nations? We can ask them to come forward and share the financial pressure with other countries, and provide humanitarian assistance in times of crisis."
"This... requires strict procedures, not to mention that some countries may not be willing to agree." Gu Kai said.
Cough cough cough...
While several people were talking, a soldier infected with the plague woke up first and lay beside the hospital bed coughing violently.
"How do you feel?" He Shuqing's face was immediately filled with excitement, she walked over quickly and slapped his back and asked.
He was very satisfied with being able to revive a comatose patient infected with the plague on the first day, and was much more optimistic than he had expected.
Cough cough cough...
The soldier did not answer, but continued to cough violently, probably because he had been unconscious for a long time and had not eaten anything. All he spit out was some juice mixed with blood.
"I'll add some stomach-nourishing medicinal ingredients later." He Shuqing said with an expression of sudden realization.
It’s no wonder that the patient hasn’t eaten for a long time, and his stomach must have contracted severely. Vomiting and diarrhea are closely related to the stomach, so he suddenly thought of adding ingredients.
Of course, this is the instinctive reaction of an old Chinese medicine practitioner dispensing medicine...
"Academician He, he is still very weak. I think we should go back to the base to eat first and then come back in the afternoon to learn about the situation." Gu Kai raised his wrist and glanced at his watch before speaking.
After all this trouble, it was already past twelve o'clock noon before he knew it. Of course, he didn't care about eating. He just considered that several medical experts were old and worried that they wouldn't be able to hold on.
After all, the plague cannot be solved in a day or two. The body is the capital of the revolution. We must first ensure that their health is fine...
"Okay, let's talk about it when we come back in the afternoon."
Only then did He Shuqing realize that although the soldier kept vomiting, he was still in a semi-conscious state. His actions just now were just instinctive reactions, so he did not answer his questions.
…
After walking out of the hospital, Zhang Yang saw a pious-looking Morad at the door. Perhaps he was afraid of Gu Kai and several armed soldiers around him. Although he wanted to come over several times after seeing him, he finally held back.
, watching himself leave.
Although there were some hurried passers-by on the street at noon, it was still extremely depressed. There were no vendors setting up stalls, and even the shops on both sides of the road were closed.
The long-term civil war has made people's livelihood difficult, and coupled with the recent plague, no one dares to open for business.
As the car drove out of the city, there were many thin and dying people on both sides of the bumpy road and even in the middle of the road. When they saw the cars passing by, their eyes were full of helplessness and confusion.
There are dozens of old people with vicissitudes of life, and there are also childish children. In the face of war and plague, family affection and even the most basic humanity have become extravagant hopes for them. No one will pity them, so they become the most innocent ones.
Sacrifice.
Seeing this, Zhang Yang felt as if there was sand in his eyes...
"They are so pitiful. When they need the care of their families the most, they are kicked out of the house." Putina's eyes were red and she murmured to herself in a low voice, but it was more like confiding to the people in the car.
"Alas, it is these ordinary people who are suffering." He Shuqing sighed, shook his head and said helplessly.
He also knew that if their family conditions were better, these people might still be sent to the hospital, and at least they could receive treatment to maintain their lives. Even if it was only for a few days, it would be very precious to these people.
But how many rich people can there be...(To be continued)