Four hundred and fortieth seventh chapter worship foreigners
It's just that this time he is obviously not the representative of the aid group, because he is sitting next to a middle-aged man in his fifties. It can be seen from the look and behavior of the person communicating that the status of that man is obviously higher than his.
Some.
The middle-aged man has a chubby figure, wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, has a straight suit and his hair is neatly combed. He looks more like a businessman.
Bang bang bang...
The two medical assistance teams were not far apart, with only a few black people between them. Zhang Yang tapped his fingers on the table to deliberately remind the other party.
The middle-aged man looked up, his eyes full of doubts, and Fujita had a complicated look on his face when he saw him.
Embarrassed, surprised...
Zhang Yang knew that he couldn't understand what he was saying, so he just waved his hand symbolically to say hello.
"Do you know them?" Wang Zhaokui noticed his behavior and asked curiously.
"Well, the guy next to me is Fujita. I met him at the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament. He represented Japan in the competition and also cured brain-dead patients." Zhang Yang answered without hesitation.
Having said this, he thought of the two brain-dead patients who were cured. He wondered how their lives were going now.
Although the patient Fujita treated at the beginning had regained consciousness, his consciousness was very unclear. I wonder if there was any progress in the later treatment?
"He also cured brain death?"
Wang Zhaokui's face showed surprise and confusion, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was asking, "How was he cured?"
Zhang Yang relied on acupuncture to cure a brain-dead patient at the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament. This has been seen in the information, and He Shuqing also mentioned this matter.
So it's not surprising that even when he was able to cure the plague, he thought it was thanks to acupuncture.
And Fujita can actually cure brain-dead patients. Could it be that he also relied on the same method? You must know that brain-death cases are internationally considered to be the standard for patient death.
"It should be medication. The competition was going on at the same time, so I just listened to what others said." Zhang Yang told the truth.
I heard Guo Changshun say that Fujita resuscitated brain-dead patients by transfusing blood to the patients. Although it was incredible after analysis, it was also true.
And what is injected into the patient's brain is definitely not just blood, but some kind of pharmaceutical ingredient must be added to it.
"Medical treatment? How is this possible?" He Shuqing heard the conversation between the two and came over to ask in a low voice.
"Yes, since it is a drug treatment, why is it not promoted?"
"Yes, this is also a miracle of medicine. They didn't publicize it. Haven't they developed any later drugs?"
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An Xuguang and Tang Weiqiu asked questions one after another.
You must know that first conquering a world medical problem and announcing it will win honor for the country and represent the country's medical level.
More importantly, once it is developed and mass-produced, it will definitely bring huge profits.
No matter how high the cost is, in order to save the patient's life, the patient's family will definitely be willing to spend money to buy it no matter how expensive the price is.
"I don't know, maybe it's not perfect yet! The therapeutic effect of the medicine is not yet optimal." Zhang Yang replied helplessly, shrugging his shoulders.
He couldn't answer this question. Thinking of the patient's dull face, he could only suspect that this was the reason.
But for a world medical problem, it is a miracle that the patient can be revived...
Thinking of these doubts, I looked up in the direction of Fujita and saw that he was also quietly communicating with the middle-aged man. He glanced at me from time to time, obviously also discussing his affairs with the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament.
"Well, the man next to him is named Kurai Koji. He is Taishan Beidou in Japan's medical field. He is mainly engaged in research on viral infectious diseases."
Wang Zhaokui did not continue to ask, and it could be seen from Zhang Yang's expression that he did not know the details, so he changed the subject and spoke.
"Oh." Zhang Yang nodded in reply.
He was not interested in the identity of the middle-aged man. He just suddenly thought about the living dead virus and the Japanese ninjas. I wonder if they have something to do with this Kurai Koji?
As the last few medical rescue teams from various countries arrived, the conference table was already full. A young black man in a suit picked up the microphone and stood up.
You don't need to guess, it's the beginning of the meeting...
After he spoke a few words in simple English, he handed the microphone to an old man next to him wearing a white robe and a white turban on his head.
The old man is in his sixties, his face is dark and wrinkled, and his hair is all white, like a white-headed man.
"This is our President of Liberia, Barnette." Putina leaned into his ear and whispered in his ear.
Zhang Yang agreed to help her, which made her very happy, so she could only work harder on the translation work and make the translation more detailed, which could be considered as a way to please him.
"Why isn't he wearing a suit?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.
"You don't know, this is the formal attire for welcoming distinguished guests in our country, which is different from Western countries."
"Then why do we Chinese wear suits?"
"Chinese people like to worship foreigners and flatter foreigners!" Putina curled her thick lips and replied with a bad smile.
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Zhang Yang was speechless. It was true that he asked this question too stupidly, which made the black girl in front of him feel arrogant.
But what she said makes sense. China's festivals are becoming more and more Westernized, such as Valentine's Day and Christmas...
What's more, it's a suit? Damn it, what is this if it's not worshiping foreigners? Zhang Yang cursed secretly in his heart.
After Barnett took the microphone, he began to speak in his native language, and every time he said something, the young man next to him translated it in English to the people present...
"What did he say?" Zhang Yang, who knew nothing about Liberian or English, asked Putina with a wry smile.
"He is thanking everyone for coming and lending a helping hand at Liberia's most difficult moment..." Putina began to translate for him sentence by sentence.
Of course all meetings start with these useless polite bullshit...
A few minutes later, the two large screens at the back began to flash, and pictures gradually appeared. After Barnette put down the microphone, it was obvious that he left the rest of the time to the screen.
The current situation of the Liberian people began to appear on the screen, dilapidated houses that had been attacked by artillery fire, dying patients infected with the plague, innocent children sitting next to the corpses crying, and skinny old men helplessly wiping away tears...
This scene was touching. The conference room was so silent that you could almost hear the drop of a pin. Tears flashed in Barnette's eyes.
As the president of a country, he allowed the people to endure such suffering. The situation was turbulent, civil wars continued, and the plague was rampant and the people were struggling to survive. This made him full of guilt and uneasiness.
The scene stopped abruptly, and he picked up the phone again and continued to say a few words in a deep voice.
"Our president said that whoever can help Liberia survive this disaster will cooperate with which country to develop forest resource projects and mineral development in return." Putina said without waiting for the young man next to her to translate into English.
"Oh, it's not a big deal." Zhang Yang replied with a smile.
Gu Kai had told himself this a long time ago, so he wasn't surprised when he heard it now, and it didn't matter to him at all.
He thought so, but when the young man finished translating the words, there was an uproar below, and many people began to whisper, obviously surprised that he stated the conditions so frankly.
Of course, log resources and mineral development are full of temptations for any country.
No matter any currency is waste paper, only resources are real materials. Even some countries that are not short of resources are very interested in this.
After all, resources mean destroying the ecological balance, so we try our best to avoid developing our own country's resources...
At this time, a man in his forties who was sitting next to Barnett stood up and explained something directly to him in English.
"He is the United Nations Health Minister Roman. He said that the plague virus is mutating and the situation is becoming more critical. According to statistics this morning, the plague has killed more than 1,700 people, and the number of infected people is also spreading rapidly. I hope everyone
Everyone expresses their opinions and whether there is a good way to deal with it."
To Zhang Yang's surprise, Putina was also very familiar with English and spoke without the young man translating.
Of course, what surprised him even more was that last night Wang Zhaokui said that thousands of people died. In just one night, the number actually increased to more than 1,700 people. This shows the terrible extent of the plague.
After Roman finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the big screen again, which began to show the differences between infected patients before and after the virus mutates.
The screen began to switch between pictures of patients infected with the plague. At first, they were just red spots. Although they gradually spread to the whole body, they were as dense as measles. These alone were unbearable to look at.
Then as the condition worsened, the red spots began to swell and turned into blood bubbles, filled with blood, as if they would burst at any time, which was horrifying to watch.
If all this makes people feel horrible, the patient after the virus mutates simply cannot be described by the word "human". After the blood bubbles burst, the human muscles began to rot, and even the bones were exposed, but the patient did not die.
A painful struggle...
The doctors in the conference room can be regarded as elite doctors from various countries, and many of them specialize in diseases such as viral infections. Naturally, they have seen countless cases. However, after seeing what happened, many people couldn't bear to continue reading and lowered their heads and sighed softly.
"Everyone has seen the harm caused by the plague to the local people. They are not only facing death, but the entire process of illness is painful." Roman said in English in a low voice.
Patients who are indeed infected with the plague can be described as unable to survive or die. After all, the pain when every inch of skin is rotting makes death a luxury for them.
In ancient China, there was Lingchi execution, which was considered an extremely cruel death penalty. Obviously, the plague at this time was many times more cruel than it... (To be continued)