"Chinese traditional Chinese medicine is extensive and profound, and many masters are hidden among the people. They have various unique techniques..."
"I don't want to hear this. I just want to ask you, did you rely on your medical skills to treat Morad this morning?" Putina obviously didn't care about his explanations. After interrupting him, she had a look on her face.
He asked with an expectant look.
"Of course it relies on medical skills. Do you think I am really possessed by a god?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.
He does not laugh at people who have faith. To put it bluntly, sometimes faith is a good thing, at least it can give people a kind of spiritual strength.
Especially in such a difficult moment, this country needs the people to have a kind of faith, or a kind of spiritual sustenance, so that they can overcome the current disaster with hope.
"Can you do me a favor?"
"What are you busy with? Is there someone in your family who has the plague?" Zhang Yang thought to himself. After going around for a long time, he finally revealed the purpose. Wouldn't it have been over if he hadn't just said it earlier?
"It's not a plague, it's just an injury." Putina lowered her head and replied in a low voice.
"Okay, but not today, tomorrow!"
In Zhang Yang's opinion, the fall was just a trauma. Putina has been with him today and did not show too much uneasiness or worry, which shows that the trauma of getting married is not very serious.
I had just treated three soldiers and consumed a lot of energy. There was no need to go now.
Of course, the more important thing is that we have to discuss tomorrow's exchange meeting tonight. If I leave alone, it will inevitably make them feel that they don't take him seriously and make them dissatisfied with me.
"Yeah, that's fine. I'll go back first." Putina agreed and walked quickly outside the base.
Although Liberia is poor, its industry is not developed, so there is almost no pollution. The air is extremely fresh, and the golden sunshine is scattered on the earth. It is soft and warm, making people feel extremely comfortable and comfortable.
Dense woods, green grasslands, and a group of birds flying over from time to time in the blue sky make people nostalgic...
"Zhang Yang, come for dinner." When he stood at the door in a daze, Gu Kai shouted from all the way in front of the restaurant.
"I'll be there soon." After simply agreeing, Zhang Yang hurried to the restaurant.
After arriving at the restaurant, I found that everyone was already here. The difference was that the food was richer and there was a circle of beer on the table. There was a man sitting in the middle, chatting and laughing with He Shuqing and the others.
"Zhang Yang, let me introduce to you, this is Director Wang of our Chinese Ministry of Health."
After a brief introduction, Gu Kai continued: "Director Wang, this is the Zhang Yang I mentioned just now. Even though he is young, he cured three of our soldiers who were infected by the plague."
The man's name is Wang Zhaokui. He is in his forties. Although he is also wearing a military uniform, he has fair skin, neatly combed hair, a pair of narrow-rimmed glasses, and a slightly fat figure. At first glance, he should be a civilian soldier.
"Sit down, sit down, sit down. I have already read your information. Being able to come here with Mr. He and the others already shows that there is no problem with your ability."
Wang Zhaokui stood up and pointed to the stool opposite, asked Zhang Yang to sit down and continued: "When Captain Gu told me about it, I couldn't believe it. Only when I heard Mr. He's confirmation just now did I know that it was all true.
, as expected, medical skills do not matter regardless of age.”
"Director Wang, you've given me the compliment." Zhang Yang responded politely.
He understood that although He Shuqing had prejudices against him, he was also a loyal person, so he told him about his cure of soldiers.
The three An Xuguang and others next to them had embarrassed looks on their faces, especially when they heard that medical skills do not distinguish between ages. They had also heard Zhang Yang say this before, and their faces became even more ugly.
After all, they are all well-known figures in China, but unexpectedly they were overtaken by a young man...
"Come, come, let's chat while we eat."
Wang Zhaokui filled the glass with beer on the table and continued: "Originally, I should have gone to the airport to greet you in person, but there have been too many things in the past two days and I have been out without time to come back. I apologize to everyone today."
After saying that, he picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, feeling extraordinarily bold and generous.
"Director Wang is too polite."
"Yeah, it's all for work, there's nothing we can do about it."
…
Everyone at the table picked up their wine glasses and drank them all politely.
"Getting back to the topic, I am so anxious to apply to my superiors and recruit you all here. It is also a last resort."
Wang Zhaokui put down his glass and continued to explain: "After the outbreak of the plague, the whole of Liberia was in panic. Armed terrorists took the opportunity to kill innocent civilians everywhere, creating a chaotic situation and making the people's livelihood even more difficult. It was these innocent people who suffered the most.
"
"Director Wang, how far has the plague developed now?" He Shuqing asked.
Although we had been there for two days, we had not really come into contact with serious plague patients, so we had no specific understanding of the development of the plague and the harm it caused.
As the director of the Ministry of Health, Wang Zhaokui was obviously the person in charge of this matter, so he asked.
"Only a few cases were discovered a week ago, and I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. However, in just a few days, a large number of people were infected. As of yesterday's statistics, at least tens of thousands of people in several nearby cities were diagnosed with the virus.
, hundreds of thousands of people have developed suspected early symptoms of the plague, and so far the number of deaths due to the plague has reached thousands, but this number is growing exponentially every day."
Wang Zhaokui shook his head with a wry smile, and continued helplessly: "Now the Liberian government has closed all border crossings, including all flights, to prevent the spread of the plague to other countries. However, even so, it will be difficult for a long time.
To ensure that the plague will not spread through various channels, medical aid teams from some developed countries have arrived in Tanab City to pool the world's medical conditions and technologies to overcome the plague. Creating a vaccine is the best solution.
.”
The plague has killed thousands of people. The number may not sound very large, but it only lasted a few days. It can be described as terrifying.
What's more important is that there are more than 10,000 confirmed cases and hundreds of thousands of potential patients. These people may die from the plague in a few days...
"Flights have been grounded. Are you unable to leave even if you want to?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.
He thought to himself, isn't this a fucking trap? If a vaccine for the plague cannot be developed, wouldn't he have to stay here for the rest of his life?
But having said that, if I really can't control the plague, I don't know how long I can survive.
Even if he knows the Nine Yang True Fire and is not afraid of being infected, in an environment with corpses everywhere, it would be better to die happily...
"this……"
Wang Zhaokui was stunned for a moment, with an embarrassed look on his face, wondering why he was thinking about going back just after he arrived? Isn't this a bit depressing?
After a pause, he said: "You can't say that. Everyone must have the confidence to defeat the plague. Moreover, even if we prepare for the worst, the motherland will not leave us alone and will definitely find a way to let us return home."
"That's right, medicine is so advanced now. Through everyone's efforts, we will definitely be able to find a way to treat the plague."
"Yes, this time we represent China and we must work together to win honor for the country."
"Yes, let's let doctors from developed countries see that our medical level in China is no worse than theirs."
…
An Xuguang, Sun Xingshun and Tang Weiqiu looked at Zhang Yang with a hint of disdain and spoke one after another.
In their view, although Zhang Yang could cure the plague, he could not truly resolve the crisis. How could simple treatment methods compare with the popularization of drugs and vaccines?
Just like acupuncture of traditional Chinese medicine, it can cure many difficult and complicated diseases, even terminal diseases, but how many people have such superb acupuncture skills?
The plague in front of us cannot be solved by one person's medical skills alone, so there is nothing to be proud of.
It is undeniable that they felt very uncomfortable when Wang Zhaokui praised Zhang Yang...
"Ahem, it's right to have confidence, but we have to prepare for the worst."
Although He Shuqing didn't like Zhang Yang, he spoke very pertinently and continued: "First of all, everyone must ensure that they are not infected by the plague, and then find ways to deal with it."
"Don't be afraid, don't we still have Zhang Yang who can cure the plague? Haha..."
Wang Zhaokui laughed loudly, obviously joking, which relaxed the atmosphere at the table a lot. He picked up his glass and said, "Come on, all joking aside, this task is very difficult. Let's have a drink in order to defeat this plague as soon as possible."
"cheers."
"cheers."
…
Everyone raised their glasses and drank in one gulp.
Although Zhang Yang didn't like such an occasion, and he couldn't bear to hear the nonsense of these official rhetoric, he was too embarrassed to leave alone, so he could only sit there in silence.
He also knew that it was not that these people were conventional, but that they were very prominent and respected in China, and it was just a social habit to frequently participate in such occasions...
"Director Wang, when Zhang Yang and I were examining and treating the soldiers today, we prepared a pair of traditional Chinese medicine. Although it cannot completely resolve the plague, it can delay the deterioration of the disease. I wonder if we can first treat the local people who are seriously infected by the plague.
Provide the patient with a batch of medicines to provide some relief." He Shuqing said.
"Really? How is the effect?" Wang Zhaokui asked with a look of surprise on his face.
"It can alleviate the condition in a short period of time." He Shuqing replied thoughtfully.
"How long does the medicine last?" Wang Zhaokui asked impatiently.
"this……"
When He Shuqing heard this question, he remembered that when he returned in the afternoon, although the conditions of the three soldiers had improved, they had forgotten to test how long it would take for the disease to relapse again.
Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little regretful, and naturally I can't answer.
"Since it can alleviate the condition in a short period of time, it is already very rare."
Wang Zhaokui also understood something, changed the subject and continued: "What are the ingredients and cost of the medicine?"
His question made Zhang Yang feel more favorable to his attentiveness. After all, there were not a few people infected with the plague, and the cost determined whether it could be supplied in large quantities.
But in the face of such a disaster, what does money mean? (To be continued)