He Shuqing sniffed herself exaggeratedly, obviously Ke Ding could not avoid it just now, and continued with a smile: "This spray not only has a very good disinfection effect, but can also calm the patient."
"Why don't hospitals in China use this thing?" Zhang Yang joked.
Everyone knows that in Chinese hospitals, as soon as you walk into the hospital, there is a strong smell of medicine. As the ward is a place where patients rest and receive treatment, this smell is especially serious.
The smell of medicine is mixed with the smell of various sweats, which is even more unacceptable. In such an environment, I feel particularly irritable, how can I treat it with peace of mind...
"That's because our hospitals are for treating patients, while Huaxia's hospitals are for making money."
Catherine saw the two talking and asked Putina quietly. After understanding the meaning of their words, she immediately gave her own explanation.
He continued: "This kind of spray is equivalent to China's disinfectant. It is just slightly processed and the cost is very low. Our citizens mainly consume medical insurance, so they spend all the country's money. In order to save money, the country
Naturally reducing costs and making them feel comfortable will also have a good effect on recovery. They will spend less days in the hospital and spend less on medicines, which is good for both patients and the country."
"As for Huaxia, it just wants to prescribe more medicines to patients, let patients stay in the hospital for a few more days, and make more money, so naturally it won't work on such details that don't have much profit."
Catherine said this all at once, and even Pulina struggled to translate it. It took a full two minutes to completely convert her English into words and translate it.
It’s not that Hei Niu’s translation is too slow. After all, she has to control the languages of the three countries by herself, so it is naturally more difficult to convert...
"Alas! China is also changing little by little. The medical system now implemented is gradually beginning to be popularized. In the future, ordinary people will also enjoy such treatment." He Shuqing sighed, explaining with obvious lack of confidence.
Although Catherine's words revealed arrogance and pride, which made him and Zhang Yang feel shameless, she still told the truth after all, and this cannot be changed no matter what.
After all, in China, there are countless examples of poverty caused by illness. A serious illness can wipe out the life savings of ordinary people, and many people are even turned away by hospitals because they have no money for treatment.
"By the way Zhang Yang, why didn't you bring the patient?" He Shuqing obviously felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward and couldn't help but change the topic and said.
"The patient is resting. I will bring him in in a while to cooperate with the treatment development work." Zhang Yang lied with a smile.
Even if he told He Shuqing and Catherine everything just now, it would be of no use at all. It would even distract them from devoting themselves to developing a vaccine.
Since Almichael lied and deceived, even if he went to find him now, he would not admit it. It would be better to go to other rooms on the fourth floor and take a look when he is not paying attention. Everything will be revealed.
Just because he had made up his mind, Zhang Yang seemed so relaxed at the moment...
"Yeah, that's fine."
He Shuqing nodded, suddenly remembered something and continued: "I wonder what the situation is like over there, Captain Gu? Have you contacted the Liberian government?"
At this time, the sun was setting outside. Several hours had passed and there was no news, which made him unable to let go.
"Don't worry, Academician He, they won't be in danger again." Putina hurriedly explained.
…
"I'm going to see if the patient is awake first?" Zhang Yang didn't answer their words and turned around and walked out quickly.
"Hey, I'm going too." Putina followed immediately.
"What's the situation over there?" After walking out of the door, Zhang Yang stopped and asked softly.
Although Gu Kai and the others were unable to contact each other due to electromagnetic interference, the black girl in front of them could definitely contact Cannide, so they knew what the situation was over there.
The reason why he didn't ask in the office was because he was afraid that He Shuqing and the others would know Putina's identity...
"I have contacted you just now, but the government has not agreed to our request, so we are still in a stalemate..." Putina also answered anxiously.
"MD, why don't you agree? These medicines should be given to the plague-infected people here for free?"
"You don't know anything about Liberia."
Putina was obviously too lazy to continue explaining. After a pause, she continued: "Don't worry, even if the government doesn't agree to our request, Captain Gu and the others will not be in any danger."
Shhh…
Hearing the sound of a department door opening, Zhang Yang hurriedly made a gesture of silence to avoid being heard that she was a fanzhengfu militant.
You know, although it is a hospital, it is still a government employee. Once you hear about it, you will definitely contact the officials to arrest this girl...
A short, fat doctor in a white coat walked out of a department in the middle of the corridor. He was stunned when he saw the two of them, but he did not come over to ask.
Instead, he walked to the office opposite, took out the key, opened it and walked in. Within a moment, he returned to the department carrying a black bag.
The corridor quickly returned to silence, and no sound of patients coming in was heard at all, which made Zhang Yang couldn't help but become more curious.
He walked quietly to a department, and saw that the upper glass was covered with white paper, making it impossible to see inside. Through the narrow gap, he could vaguely see a person lying on the sofa opposite the door and resting.
Seeing this scene, thinking of Amirgar's fear and worry about the plague, I couldn't help but vaguely understand something.
"There are no patients here at all?"
Putina naturally understood, walked to him and angrily said: "These black-hearted doctors are afraid that the plague will affect themselves, so they must have isolated this place from the outside after sealing off the city."
"Yeah." Zhang Yang agreed, but felt unbelievable.
"Let's go! Let's go see what's going on with the patient first?" Putina said after pondering for a moment.
In his opinion, these doctors put up fences and policemen guarded the doors just to prevent patients from entering the third floor and infecting them with the virus. There must be more serious patients inside the iron gates on the fourth floor.
It is estimated that under the pressure of public opinion, these patients with severe plague were kept in the hospital, but they were completely isolated to avoid infecting themselves.
When the two of them were halfway up the stairs, Putina stopped and said with a frustrated look: "What should I do if I don't have a key? You can't break the lock, right?"
"Just leave it to me." Zhang Yang was not in the mood to show off, so he lowered his head and walked towards the iron gate.
"How...how do you open it?"
Putina looked him up and down, obviously not understanding, he didn't bring anything, how on earth could he open this big lock?
"You don't have to worry about this." After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he walked directly to the door, reached out and grabbed the big lock on the iron door.
The Nine Yang True Fire in the body quickly began to boil, and the entire arm could feel swollen and powerful. The hand began to turn from normal skin color to red, and then turned red after a while.
With a little force, there was a "click" sound, and the big lock was forcefully pulled open.
"How...how did you open it?" Putina asked with a trembling voice, staring at him with her big eyes.
"Pulled away."
Zhang Yang turned around and smiled, took off the lock, and opened the door carefully, trying not to make any noise and disturb the people inside.
He himself felt a little surprised. Although he was sure to open the lock, he didn't expect it to be so easy. It was obvious that Jiuyang Zhenhuo's skill had become much deeper unknowingly.
"What are your martial arts secrets?" Putina reached out and took the big lock and looked at it. After sizing him up again, she couldn't help blurting out.
I studied in China, and although I had heard about Qigong and other martial arts, I never believed it. I just felt that China deliberately mythologized martial arts and created a beautiful legend.
But the scene in front of her completely convinced her that a young man could easily pull open a big lock without using any tools. What else could it be if it wasn't a martial arts secret book?
It’s incredible…
"Let's go!" Zhang Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Knowing that he couldn't explain it to her, he directly changed the subject and said.
"Just now the dean said that we should cooperate with the treatment. Does it seem that there are experts and professors who can treat the plague? Then there is hope for our disease?"
"From what the dean said, the young man who came here just now is not sent by the United Nations, right?"
A disdainful voice continued: "It's nothing more than sending someone to go through the motions. What kind of expert professor can he be at such a young age?"
"The food and drink here are delicious, and it is much more comfortable than outside. If the disease can be controlled, I hope that the plague will never be solved. It is better for us to be patients here all the time than to starve to death outside."
"Hey! The hospital just asked us to deal with the leaders above. Do you think they will always take care of our food and accommodation? I feel sorry for the people outside. Others thought that the plague patients had received good treatment and were well taken care of.
In fact, no one cares about it at all.”
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The four people in the ward were devouring bread and chatting. They even picked up the crumbs on the table and put them in their mouths. It can be seen that they are usually poor people who don't have enough to eat.
When Putina lay next to Zhang Yang's ear and translated their words to him, he completely understood that this was just a request from Amirgar.
It may be that after the plague broke out, in order to cope with the attention of foreign media, or to directly deal with superior leaders, they found such a few people and let them appear when needed.
This is very similar to China, a hypocritical face project...
"Let's go! Since they are caretakers, there must be patients with severe plague in other wards." Putina answered after pulling his arm.
"Well, let's go take a look."
…
Although the anger in his heart was high, he also knew that a little impatience would mess up a big plan, not to mention that everything was arranged by Amirgar and had nothing to do with these plague patients.
They are just being taken advantage of to make some money, but they don't know that their condition is gradually getting worse.
Zhang Yang just noticed that the pustules on their bodies had begun to turn blood red and would soon be filled with blood, turning into blood bags one after another, becoming real patients with severe plague.
At that time, will Amirgar still care about their food and accommodation? The result can be imagined... (To be continued)