"By the way, he said he would use this place as a laboratory. Do you have any objections?"
Although Putina had already made her decision, now that she was talking about it, she would ask again by the way and at the same time, she would explain to Catherine in English.
"Our traditional Chinese medicine mainly focuses on observing, smelling, asking, feeling, and taking pulses to prepare medicine, so there is no need for a laboratory at all." He Shuqing replied.
Zhang Yang glanced sideways at Catherine and saw her shrugging her shoulders, showing a charming smile and nodding, obviously very satisfied with this place.
She brought the instruments herself, and the environment in the office is very elegant and quiet, which is naturally very suitable for calm laboratory analysis...
While several people were talking, Amirgal walked in with several doctors and nurses carrying a treatment bed.
After saying hello with a smile, he asked several people to carry the TV and sofa out.
Although it was just a simple change, it immediately made the whole office feel like a hospital.
With Putina's reminder, Zhang Yang also deliberately noticed that the white coats of these doctors and nurses were very clean, and they did not look like they were busy every day, and he became curious.
Catherine tidied up the desk, covered it with a snow-white sheet, then opened the box, took out the computer equipment and various utensils inside, and placed them neatly on top.
Although the whole set of equipment is very small, it is extremely delicate. It reminds Zhang Yang of the instruments used by the medical staff around Tang Qiang, which are unmatched by the equipment in many large hospitals.
"Is there anything else you can help me with?" Amirgal came back a few minutes later and asked with a smile.
"We still need a patient who is seriously infected with the plague." Zhang Yang answered.
Whether it is Chinese medicine treatment or Catherine's Western medicine equipment and testing, it undoubtedly requires patients, but the more serious the condition, the more direct and obvious the analysis effect of the treatment and testing.
"this……"
When Putina finished translating for Amirgal, he had a look of embarrassment on his face and said helplessly: "I think you can just bring an ordinary patient. You are all experts in the United Nations medical community.
Once you are infected with the plague, I will not be able to explain to the government."
The more serious the plague infection is, the more aggressive the virus is on the body, and the greater the chance of being infected once in contact, so he reminds you like this.
When Putina translated the words to Zhang Yang and the others with a look of disdain, all three of them looked dumbfounded.
If you are afraid of being infected by the plague virus, you will not choose to come here, so I feel that the dean's words are a bit redundant...
"We are here to develop a vaccine for the plague. It is best to bring the most serious patients here to test the effectiveness of the treatment." Zhang Yang was the first to respond in a grand manner.
"Okay! Please wait a moment." After listening to Putina's translation, the dean replied helplessly.
Although he has a high position as the dean, he seems insignificant in front of these medical experts sent by the United Nations.
After all, he knew in his heart that the medical level of these people in any country was much higher than that of his own country. Although it was free medical assistance, they were also people that his government leaders attached great importance to, so naturally he had to cooperate well and not offend.
"I'll go with you." Zhang Yang saw his reluctant look and immediately understood that he was the most afraid of infection, and his heart was immediately filled with contempt and disdain.
As a doctor and a dean, if you are afraid of being infected and want to deal with it, how can you treat patients sincerely...
Since I have nothing to do at the moment, I might as well go along and see the patients in the ward to see how serious their condition is.
"I'll go too." Putina rushed to say.
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Amirgal was taken aback for a moment, and he acquiesced without answering. He turned around and led the two of them out of the office.
"You guys wait here for a moment, I'll get the protective equipment." When he arrived at the door of a department in the corridor, Amirgal said deliberately, then opened the door and walked in.
Zhang Yang wanted to get angry and rushed here to save time. Unexpectedly, he met such a mother-in-law dean.
But when he thought of being in someone else's place, although Amirgal was very reluctant, he did not refuse and could only hold back helplessly.
"Slowly you will understand what these government-managed public officials are like." Putina seemed to have seen through his thoughts and said with a hint of meaning.
"That's much better than murder and arson."
"you……"
Putina's pretty face began to twist in anger, and her eyes seemed to burst out with flames as she said bitterly: "When have you ever seen us murder people and set fires? It's so bloody!"
"Who was that little girl killed by?" Zhang Yang asked with a sneer.
"As I said, we are not the only one armed with FANZHENGFU."
Putina had also seen the tragic death of a little girl. Her expression instantly became gloomy and sad, and her words became much softer.
He continued: "The FANZHENGFU armed forces mainly resist the unfair actions of the government. Most of them coexist peacefully with the people. Of course, there are also some who use the FANZHENGFU banner to kill the people, rob and plunder and create chaos with the weapons in their hands.
There are many people, but they are a minority after all and cannot be generalized.”
She knew that Zhang Yang also had good intentions, or that he had a misunderstanding about the FANZHENGFU armed forces. Although his words were extreme, she did not blame him, but explained patiently.
"If you don't FANZHENGFU, won't the world be at peace?" Zhang Yang still asked with a sneer.
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"Let's go!" Putina was about to continue to refute, when Amirgal walked out. She was also afraid of exposing her identity, so she could only hold back her inner grievance.
Behind them were two strong doctors, both wearing isolation gowns, isolation gloves and other protective gear, looking fully armed.
After a pause, Amirgal took out two isolation gowns and continued: "These are your isolation gowns. They must be destroyed immediately after use to prevent them from being contaminated with the plague virus and infecting other people."
"I don't need to wear this." Zhang Yang said after taking the isolation gown and looking at it.
There are two types of isolation gowns: disposable and reusable. Disposable isolation gowns are very thin. They can be said to be just a layer of plastic film to protect themselves and completely isolate them from the patient.
The material cost of reused isolation gowns is very high. After use, they can be used again with simple disinfection. The isolation effect is naturally no different from disposable ones.
Amirgal actually told himself to destroy the isolation gown he used repeatedly, which shows his inner fear of the plague...
Of course, there was absolutely no need for him to be angry about an isolation gown. In fact, he was still unhappy because of the dispute with Putina, and he was just using the topic as an excuse.
"No, this is the most basic medical regulation. People who come into contact with plague-infected patients must wear isolation gowns." Amirgal immediately refused with a heavy face.
"The plague does not spread through the air. As long as I don't come into contact with patients, this isolation gown is not cheap. It would be a waste to wear it once and throw it away." Zhang Yang came to his senses and realized that his attitude was too strong, so he hurriedly defended himself.
Of course, he was telling the truth. If the plague spread through the air, the infection rate would not be the highest in these cities alone, but the whole of Liberia and even neighboring countries would suffer greatly.
What's more, Putina just now persuaded everyone not to wear isolation gowns after arriving at the hospital for fear of irritating the patients. At this time, she was obviously more courageous than the timid director.
You have to know that she is accompanied by a group of big men with guns and ammunition. Even if she is wearing an isolation gown, how many plague-infected people dare to rush up and attack her?
So she did this entirely to understand the desolation and pain in the patients' hearts and not to irritate them...
"That's not okay. This is not a matter of waste or waste. I am responsible for the hospital employees and also for you medical experts. There cannot be any negligence." After listening to Putina's translation, Amirgal said
He still has a firm attitude and his words are generous and powerful.
How fucking shameless. He was obviously timid, yet he gave such a high-sounding reason. He was so thick-skinned that he could be compared to some Chinese officials. Zhang Yang cursed secretly in his heart.
However, since the dispute occurred on someone else's territory, it would cause unnecessary trouble for several people. Thinking of this, I endured it and said with a smile: "Since the dean is kind-hearted, then I will obey the rules and just wear it.
It doesn’t matter if it’s a waste, it’s all public money anyway.”
When Putina heard his words, she originally thought he was a hot-blooded man, but she didn't expect her attitude to change so quickly in a moment. As soon as he got angry, she immediately started to please him, her pretty face full of contempt and disdain.
"Let's go!" After listening to Putina's translation, Amirgal's tone softened a lot. After he breathed a sigh of relief, he turned and walked towards the stairs.
Zhang Yang and Putina hurriedly put on isolation gowns and followed them. When they saw the scene in front of them, they were even more surprised and angry.
It turns out that a larger iron door was welded at the stairway leading to the fourth floor, completely isolating it from the third floor from bottom to top. Even the gaps around it were sealed tightly with black sealant...
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Naturally, a small door was reserved above for easy entry and exit. A large lock was hung on it. Amirgal stepped forward and opened the lock with the key.
Bang!
With the loud sound of the iron door opening, you can completely guess the weight of the iron door and the thickness of the entire iron sheet.
If the iron fence and police guarding the gate on the third floor were for fear that patients infected with the plague would swarm in and cause chaos, which would be detrimental to doctors' treatment of patients, how should we explain the iron gate at this time?
They are all seriously ill patients. What is the difference between locking them in and locking them in prison?
How can a hospital that treats patients in this way treat these patients sincerely and sincerely?
Thinking of this, Zhang Yang frowned tightly... (To be continued)