"Let's go! You should know this time that if you don't use force, the city will soon get out of control."
Putina pulled Zhang Yang's arm, which was the most authentic explanation for his misunderstanding just now.
Catherine frowned tightly and stood there in silence, while He Shuqing kept shaking her head and sighing...
Several police officers had already discovered them. Especially after seeing the black man holding a weapon in his hand, they immediately became alert and raised their pistols to aim at this direction.
"Let's go quickly! If there is a conflict, the situation will be even more uncontrollable."
Putina took Zhang Yang's arm, said hello to about ten people with the other hand, and walked upstairs.
She was not afraid that the police would suddenly open fire. To put it bluntly, at this time in the city, there were no longer good guys and bad guys. There was only one common enemy left, and that was the plague.
When they first arrived, Zhang Yang and the other three thought that the other party's so-called protection was actually a kind of hostage. Now it seems that without them, it would be really difficult to enter this hospital, and it would even be impossible to walk in the city at all.
Although this hospital is the largest hospital in the city, it only has four floors. When we arrived at the stairwell on the third floor, we saw a fence as thick as a thumb welded to it.
A small door was opened in the middle, allowing only one person to enter or exit. Policemen with guns in hand stood on both sides guarding the door.
It doesn't look like a hospital at all. It's more appropriate to say it's a prison...
"Stop, what are you doing?" After seeing a few people, the two policemen immediately closed the iron door and shouted at the people with their guns.
"These are medical aid experts sent by the United Nations. I am their translator to help treat patients." Putina hurriedly explained in her native language.
The policeman glanced at the dozen or so people holding weapons, and then at Zhang Yang and the other three, with obvious doubts on their faces.
After all, except for He Shuqing who has a scholarly air, Zhang Yang and Catherine are obviously too young, which is very different from their impression of experts and professors.
"These people are government soldiers. The city is under blockade. They are worried that if they wear military uniforms and enter the city, the people will react excessively, so they dress up like this to protect us and come here."
Putina took out a green booklet from her pocket and handed it over, while lying.
Due to signal interference in the medical rescue convoy, the Liberian government did not know about this incident, so naturally it would not notify the police in the city.
The policeman stretched out his hand to take the certificate and looked at it, then pointed at the silver box in Zhang Yang's hand, obviously indicating that he would open it and take a look.
"YES..."
Catherine was very smart. Although she didn't understand what they were saying, she could see the police's doubts and immediately gave Zhang Yang a signal.
Zhang Yang understood what she meant, so he picked up the box and opened it. It contained laboratory utensils and medical testing equipment such as computers...
"Only the four of you can go in, the others stay outside."
The police were relieved when they saw that they were not carrying weapons, but at the same time they said they would not allow other people they brought to enter.
"Yes, yes." Putina agreed readily, then turned around and told those who were following her to rest on both sides of the stairs.
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After the four people walked into the iron gate, the police immediately locked the small door inside, one guarded the door, and the other led them into the corridor.
The corridor was extremely quiet, in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle downstairs. Zhang Yang saw through the gaps in various departments that the departments were empty, and not many patients came for treatment.
Of course, this situation is understandable. Once patients swarm in, not only will the situation become more chaotic, but even doctors may be infected.
It seems that this is the main reason why the third floor is locked with iron bars and only one patient can enter at a time.
The police took the four people to an office at the end of the corridor, knocked on the door, and after hearing an echo from inside, they opened the door and let the four people in.
Sitting in the office was a black man in his forties wearing glasses. He was looking sideways at a black and white TV in the corner. He stood up immediately after seeing a few people, with surprise and confusion on his face.
The policeman walked over, whispered something in his ear, and glanced at the four people from time to time, apparently really explaining to him their identities and the purpose of their visit.
After listening to the police's explanation, he showed a happy smile on his face, looked around at the four people, and began to say something to Putina.
"He is Mr. Amirgal, the dean here. He would like to express his gratitude to everyone for taking the risk and coming to help." Putina turned her head and translated to the three of them.
"Hurry up and ask him to find an office for us, and then start treating the patients. It is important to develop a vaccine for the plague."
Zhang Yang usually resents this kind of politeness, not to mention that he doesn't understand the language and needs this black girl to translate everything. It's a critical moment, so he seems even more impatient.
"Yes, after the plague is under control, it won't be too late for everyone to have a detailed chat." He Shuqing also said.
After all, for every extra minute of delay, one more innocent plague-infected person may die. Wasn't it just to save time and save people when he took the risk to come here?
Especially the miserable patients he saw just now made him feel pity, and he was eager to start developing a vaccine for the virus immediately.
Thinking of this, even this steady old man found the procedure in front of him a bit cumbersome.
"Well, I'll tell him." Putina agreed immediately, turning her head and continuing to explain to the dean.
To put it bluntly, she was worried that it would take too long. Although the purpose of bringing more than a dozen people was to protect the safety of Zhang Yang and others, for the peacekeepers, they were a real threat.
Once the government's reinforcements arrive and the siege is lifted, they will rush here immediately. How can a dozen of them be their opponent?
"Can you help us find a laboratory where we can treat patients and develop a vaccine for the plague?" Putina said directly to Amilgar.
"laboratory?"
Amirgal had a troubled and embarrassed look on his face, and continued hesitantly: "There have been more and more patients recently, and even the only laboratory has been converted into a ward to facilitate the hospitalization of patients."
"Yeah?"
Putina frowned, as if there was something hidden in the dean's tone. Moreover, when she came in just now, the corridor was quiet. If there were many patients, it would definitely be very noisy.
He said bluntly: "Dean, it's so quiet on the third floor, how can there be so many patients?"
"We are afraid of disturbing the treatment of other patients, so we deliberately tell the patients that they are not allowed to make noise."
Amirgal glanced at a few people, and continued with a clear guilty look in his eyes: "The entire third and fourth floors are divided into outpatient clinics and wards. The third floor is the outpatient clinic, so it is quieter, and the fourth floor is the ward, which is provided for patients with serious epidemics.
used by patients.”
"Since you only need a laboratory, why not just stay in my office? I wonder if that's okay?" He said this in a consultative tone.
He had just heard from the police that there were more than a dozen armed soldiers outside, so knowing that Putina couldn't afford to offend her, he reluctantly agreed to free up the office for them to use as a laboratory.
After all, she had studied abroad in China and knew the medical strength and disparity of various countries. To put it bluntly, Liberia's medical equipment was very backward compared with China and the United States.
Zhang Yang and He Shuqing are both traditional Chinese medicine doctors. She knew this from the first day they came to Liberia, so medical equipment can be said to have no effect on them.
The box that Catherine just opened obviously already contains all kinds of advanced equipment, so it no longer matters where it is used as a laboratory.
"I'll ask them to clean it up for you." After Amirgal finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the office quickly without waiting for their answer.
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"Have you noticed anything wrong with this hospital?" Putina looked at the director's back and said to Zhang Yang.
"What could be wrong?" Zhang Yang looked around and asked indifferently.
In his opinion, the relationship with this black girl should be an enemy at this time. After all, she is a FANZHENGFU militant.
And although he came here this time, it was for the sake of the people infected with the plague, but it was also for the sake of the relationship between China and Liberia. Since they were enemies of the government, they were definitely not his friends.
It is undeniable that he is not disgusted with Putina, and even Cannide does not look like that kind of vicious and ruthless person. But when he thinks of the tragic death of the little girl, he unconsciously transfers this hatred to them.
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"There are so many patients outside who need treatment, but it's so quiet here." Putina expressed her doubts.
"Then why don't you just ask him directly?" Zhang Yang asked back, although he was also curious in his heart, but there was an impatient tone in his words.
In the huge office, there are desks and chairs, and a large bookcase on one side, which is neatly filled with books.
There was a TV set on the table near the corner. The style was the Chinese black and white style that had been eliminated long ago. However, he had also heard Feng Yanran say that in this country where the people did not have enough to eat, it was considered a luxury product.
Opposite the TV, there is a row of maroon fabric sofas. Although they are also old, they are kept very clean.
This place is not like a hospital office, but it is as comfortable and comfortable as a home environment...
"I asked about it, and he said that it was to prevent too many patients from disturbing the treatment, so he deliberately told the patients to be quiet."
"Well, it's also possible. Patients infected with the plague are very impulsive, and they have no choice but to do this."
He Shuqing took over the conversation, shook his head helplessly and continued: "Besides, the more patients there are, the easier it will be to accelerate the spread of the plague and affect some patients who are not infected with the plague."
His words were obviously nerdy and were a common phrase used by doctors, but he forgot that at this moment, the plague was the most serious disease in the city.
People who are not infected with the plague dare not even go out of the door, and even if they have a minor illness, they will definitely not dare to go to the hospital for treatment. The plague patients downstairs alone are enough to scare people away. (To be continued)