"Alas! The hospital still has no better treatment method, and these seriously ill patients infected with the plague are very impulsive. Once the treatment effect is not good, they will get angry and fight with the treating doctor."
Amirgal obviously noticed the change in his expression, and continued to explain in a hurry: "It is a last resort to keep them here. It is not that the hospital has given up on them, but they will still check their condition and provide necessary treatment every day."
"I understand, I understand, there is nothing we can do about it." Zhang Yang could only reply helplessly.
Although he knew that Amirgal was making excuses, he also knew in his heart that the patient was agitated and aggressive in despair, so the hospital might have no choice but to do this.
"In fact, this is also the government's idea. It can provide unified rescue and treatment, and provide them with food and housing."
Amirgal smiled bitterly and shook his head, and continued with a helpless expression: "To put it bluntly, their illness was so serious that their families had kicked them out of the house a long time ago. Outsiders did not dare to take them in, so they had to be sent to the hospital.
Here, alas! The plague cannot be solved in one day, and the number of patients here is constantly increasing, which is also a heavy burden for us."
After hearing what he said, Zhang Yang even began to feel that he had always wronged him. He did not expect that he had considered it so comprehensively, and there were indeed difficulties for him in doing so.
It's just that the way we treat patients is so inhumane, it can even be said to be trampling on their human dignity...
"Thank you for your hard work, Dean." Zhang Yang said with admiration.
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When you walk into the corridor on the fourth floor, you can hear heavy breathing from time to time, accompanied by painful *, giving people a sense of sinisterness.
"Dean, since the outbreak of the plague, haven't there been kind-hearted people providing assistance such as donations and supplies?"
Putina, who was walking behind, suddenly asked. After a pause, she continued: "Especially in recent times, with the increase in the number of infected people, attention has been attracted internationally. It is said that many countries and individuals have provided assistance. I think
It shouldn’t be a problem to rely on aid supplies and medicines to help these patients, right?”
"Alas! There are still too many monks and too little food to take care of."
Amirgal was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with an embarrassed and helpless expression and continued: "But we will try our best to provide the best conditions for patients. Even if there is no vaccine that can completely cure them yet, we will do our best to save their lives.
Life, let them live a better life as much as possible."
What he said was so firm and emotional that Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel warm and moved, and his affection for him greatly increased.
Putina, on the other hand, frowned and curled her small mouth in an arc of disdain and contempt, but did not continue to ask.
…
The three of them walked to the door of the nearest ward. Amirgal reached out and opened the door, only to see four beds inside. The patients inside were lying on the beds reading newspapers or sleeping soundly.
Clean bedding, mineral water and bread on the table in front of the hospital bed are very rare in this country where there is not enough food to eat.
It also verifies what Amirgal said just now, providing the best conditions for patients.
"Hello, Dean!"
"You came to see us again. Thank you so much."
"We are not so comfortable at home."
…
After several patients saw him, they immediately stood up and said hello, with grateful smiles on their faces.
"Take a look, which one is suitable? Just ask him to cooperate with you in developing a vaccine?" Amirgal said with a smile on his face. He did not answer the patient's words, but turned to Zhang Yang.
The faces of these patients were also covered with pustules the size of chickenpox. They were so densely packed that they were terrifying and a typical symptom of the plague.
But compared to the seriousness, it was much worse, not even as serious as the plague patients we met along the way.
Because based on the pictures from the last meeting and what I learned over the past two days, the symptoms of the plague started out as red spots. As the patient's body temperature rose, the red spots gradually turned white and oozed pus to form pustules.
By this time, the patient will have symptoms of high fever, but his body will feel cold. It is the cold air displayed by the three soldiers that forced all the body temperature to the surface of the body, causing the illusion of high fever.
However, when the soldiers were infected with the plague, the virus did not mutate, so the symptoms seemed to be significantly milder than those at the same time now.
With the onset of high fever, the white pustules on the body surfaces of plague-infected patients will gradually turn red and become larger and larger, as if each one is about to burst.
The whole person will turn into a red bloody person. In the final stage, the blood cells will rupture, and the skin on the body will begin to ulcerate in large areas...
Of course, turning into a zombie, as that girl Feng Yanran said, is the most terrifying consequence, but for Zhang Yang, it is groundless and completely impossible.
The patient in front of him has only reached the middle stage of the plague, how can he be said to be a serious patient? This makes Zhang Yang puzzled...
"Dean, are there any patients in other wards who are more serious than this?" Zhang Yang asked.
"No, let's go, talk as we go."
Obviously Amirgal did not want to discuss their conditions in front of these patients, which Zhang Yang could understand, and followed him out of the ward and walked towards the stairs.
"These patients are already the most serious. Last time there was a group of patients who were even more seriously ill, and they have all died now."
Amirgal continued as he walked: "The condition of these patients now will worsen in less than two days, and their lives will be in danger soon, so I also hope that you can quickly develop a vaccine to save them. As a hospital,
The leaders will definitely cooperate fully with your work."
After Zhang Yang finished listening to Putina's translation, something strange arose in his heart, and he began to suspect that the dean in front of him was a bit hypocritical...
After all, he has been very reluctant since he was asked to help find a laboratory, and he came here to find patients to cooperate in developing a vaccine. How could he speak so truthfully?
Even really touching, this is so fucking abnormal...
Bang!
With the sound of the iron door closing, Amirgal turned around and locked the big lock, turned around and walked downstairs.
"Then let's do this, Dean."
After Zhang Yang pondered for a moment, he walked quickly with a smile and continued with a flattering smile: "Just find the most serious one among these patients to cooperate with our treatment. It's just that everyone is very tired today, and this one is not bad."
Let us take a good rest in the afternoon, and we will work on treating patients and developing vaccines tomorrow."
If you insist on going back to see if there are more serious patients in other wards at this time, the dean in front of you will definitely become furious, and even completely fall out with yourself because you don't trust him.
On other people's territory, you still have to be patient...
Sure enough, after listening to Botina's translation, Amirgal showed a happy look on his face and said: "Yes, it's not too late to take a good rest before treating the patient. If you need my help in any way, remember to come to me at any time."
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After arriving on the third floor, Amirgal watched the two of them take off their isolation gowns and asked the doctor next to them to take them away. After saying a few words, Amirgal turned and walked into a nearby department.
"What are you going to do?" Putina suddenly asked.
"What should I do?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.
"Do you really believe what he said? It's obviously hypocritical. There must be patients with more serious plague infections in other wards on the fourth floor."
"Well, I feel the same way, but what should I do?"
"I'll just bring someone to arrest him and force him to hand over the keys. Can we go up and see if that's enough?" Putina vividly demonstrated how to use force to solve problems.
"There are several policemen below and two more above. They all have weapons in their hands. Once there is a firefight, the hospital will definitely be in chaos."
Zhang Yang paused and continued: "Wouldn't it be more troublesome if those patients took the opportunity to swarm in?"
It can be seen from the young man who was shot dead by the police just now that so many patients gathered in the hospital not just for treatment.
After all, the iron fence on the third floor has obviously limited the number of people who can be treated. With so many patients down there, they themselves know that by the time they are queued up, their condition will have deteriorated or even died.
Since they are still gathering in the hospital, it seems they are just taking advantage of the chaos to rob medicines, and the weapons of these policemen prevent them from rashly doing it.
But they were unwilling to leave. Leaving would mean there was no chance of survival, so they all gathered in the hospital.
To put it bluntly, I just want to see who can't help but take action first, and then look for opportunities to make some money and grab some drugs. They even say that they will not swarm in until the police run out of bullets...
"Is that all?" Putina heard that what he said made sense, but she didn't know what to do for a moment.
"Don't worry, we'll talk about it later." Zhang Yang gave up and turned around and walked into the office.
…
Putina saw that he was confident, but refused to say it out loud, dragging him as hard as he could, feeling both angry and helpless.
In the office, Catherine has placed all the experimental medical equipment on the table. After connecting the lines, she is fully equipped with a large mask, white gloves and hat.
After testing the performance of each piece, it can be seen that she is a very careful and attentive girl.
"NO..." Zhang Yang opened the door and just entered the room. When she saw him, he immediately stepped forward to stop him.
Zhang Yang was stunned and stood there blankly, not understanding what she meant.
Catherine took out a beautifully packaged jar from her bag, walked up to the two of them, and sprayed it on them, even under their armpits.
The sprayed gas had a faint floral scent. Only then did Zhang Yang notice that the whole room was filled with such a scent, which made people smell very comfortable and made them feel relaxed and happy.
"What did you spray?" Zhang Yang knew that he and Catherine had a language barrier, so he asked He Shuqing, who had been staying in the room.
I don’t know if this old man speaks foreign languages. Although he has always been a Chinese medicine practitioner, if he doesn’t even know what he is talking about, he has spent so many years in the medical field in vain... (To be continued)