After Tang Shuxin pondered for a while, she stopped paying attention to her and turned to Zhang Yang and said, "Tell me! What method did you use?"
"Confidential." Zhang Yang shrugged and answered without thinking.
Tang Shuxin was stunned. She didn't expect that he would not save any face for herself in front of so many people. But then she thought about it, hasn't he always been like this? She was just looking for trouble...
"Zhang Yang, since we have a better way, for the sake of those poor patients, we should tell everyone first so that we can be prepared."
He Shuqing was pleasantly surprised, but he continued in a serious tone: "Of course, we are just helping you with the analysis, there is no other meaning."
He misunderstood that Zhang Yang knew the method of controlling the plague, but refused to tell others about it, which was somewhat greedy for merit.
However, his words did not mean to blame him. After all, in his opinion, Zhang Yang was still very young, and it was normal to have some selfish thoughts.
After all, every case that is studied and conquered contains the efforts and hard work of medical students...
"You have misunderstood Mr. He. Catherine's recovery has a certain amount of luck and chance. It is not completely certain that it is a way to restrain the plague."
Zhang Yang naturally understood the meaning of his words, and explained in an equally grand manner: "I just want to conduct a test and analysis first, and then ask for everyone's opinions after the results are confirmed."
"Well, you are right to think so." After hearing his explanation, He Shuqing replied with a trace of appreciation in her eyes.
…
Zhang Yang could easily fool He Shuqing, but Tang Shuxin still knew his character very well and ignored him after giving him a blank look.
Instead, he reached out and opened the screen on the dashboard of the van. After a few skillful operations, some signs appeared on it. The most eye-catching one was the red cross sign representing the hospital.
"Xiao Liu, Xiao Liu, do you hear me?" After the operation, she took out a walkie-talkie from her jacket pocket and shouted.
"Received, received..." Soon the response came from the intercom.
"We have an emergency and need to rush to the nearest hospital about four kilometers away from here. You should communicate with the Liberian government immediately. We need convenient coordination and help from the hospital."
"Roger..." The person on the intercom didn't ask too much and just agreed.
…
After the car drove for about five minutes, we saw dilapidated thatched houses on both sides of the road, and some Liberian people working in the fields.
After the van turned a few corners, there were more and more pedestrians on the road, and there were gradually more gatehouses on both sides of the road. It was probably a small town in this area.
If it weren't for the eye-catching red cross on the sign on the wall, it would be hard to imagine that the dilapidated bungalow in front of you is a hospital that saves lives and heals the wounded.
Of course, it does not mean that the more luxurious the building is, the higher the medical level of the hospital will be. Sometimes it is just the opposite. High-rise buildings mean that they have made too much money from patients...
Just like in some large hospitals in China, a fever and cold can easily cost an ordinary person a month's salary, yet these sky-high-priced prescriptions are not as effective as pills costing a few dollars in street pharmacies. It cannot but be said to be a great irony.
It's just that the hospital in front of him is really too shabby. Even the glass on many windows has not been installed, which makes Zhang Yang suspect that they don't even have the most basic medical equipment.
Standing at the door of the hospital lobby was a black man in a white coat, about fifty years old, with gray hair, wearing glasses, and a scholarly air. He should be the director of this hospital.
After Tang Shuxin parked the car, she put on her beret, which symbolized her peacekeeping status, and got out of the car with a few people.
When the black dean saw them, he immediately came up to him with a smile and said words that no one could understand.
"He is the director of this hospital, Mohanir. I am very happy that we can come here. He will try his best to assist everyone in their work." Putina stepped forward and translated.
"Thank you!" Tang Shuxin simply expressed her gratitude and raised her hand to glance at the watch on her wrist.
"Can I ask the dean? What kind of laboratory equipment are there?" Catherine asked with a trace of worry on her pretty face.
She could understand the purpose of Tang Shuxin bringing everyone here, and naturally it was to conduct analysis and testing as soon as possible according to the method mentioned by Zhang Yang.
But all of this requires the assistance of medical equipment, and even advanced equipment plays a vital role. Seeing the situation here, I can't help but feel disappointed.
Putina turned around and asked the dean for a few words before saying to her: "The conditions here are simple, with only ordinary thermometers, blood pressure monitors and other equipment."
These can also be regarded as medical equipment. Even the small outpatient clinics in China are more complete than this hospital. Of course, it also shows the backwardness of Liberia, Zhang Yang thought secretly in his heart.
"Let's talk after we go in." Tang Shuxin glanced at the door of the hospital and said.
…
Although the hospital is small and simple, there are many patients. The hall and the long chairs in the corridor are full of patients waiting for treatment.
Judging from their expressions and symptoms, most of them were patients infected with the plague, but their symptoms were much milder than those of the plague patients in Tamab City.
In front of the window of the medicine warehouse, a patient holding the medicine he had just received caught Zhang Yang's attention. After walking over and taking a look, he saw that it was the Haitian Group that provided free traditional Chinese medicine to Liberia to alleviate the worsening of the plague.
The Chinese national flag is printed on the packaging, but the text has been changed to Liberian. This is naturally done to make it easier for Liberian people to identify and take it.
After taking the medicine and measuring it, the patient tore open the outer packaging, took out a herb, put it in his mouth and chewed it...
"Hey, this method is wrong. This is traditional Chinese medicine. You have to drink it slowly." Putina apparently also noticed this scene and hurriedly stepped forward to stop it.
The patient looked at her and then at the medicine, with a blank look on his face.
Putina started to take the medicine and explain to him how to take it. She was patient enough, but in Zhang Yang's heart, she felt more helpless.
Although the cost of these medicines was not very high, it was not easy to get enough to transport them here. Thinking about how many billions of medicines were wasted without any effect, he felt distressed for the first time.
feeling.
"You can't blame them. Many people haven't been to school since they were young, so they can't understand the words above." Putina saw his frown and understood what he was thinking, so she came over and explained.
"Won't the government tell them how to take it?" Zhang Yang asked with a wry smile.
"Just now, the president said that the government also publicizes how to take medicines in the news media and newspapers, but Liberia is very backward. Most people have never seen TV, and only a very small number of people read newspapers."
Putina paused briefly and continued: "Although the hospital will tell patients how to take it, you have also seen that with so many patients, it is easy for some patients to forget to explain."
The meaning of her explanation is that it is only a small number of people who waste medicines...
"Alas! This is also the reason why Western medicine is so popular."
He Shuqing came over at some point and obviously heard the conversation between the two. She sighed and continued: "If Chinese medicine can also be developed into a simple way of taking Western medicine, it will undoubtedly save more time for patients and make it more convenient."
It’s easy to be accepted by them.”
He knew in his heart that these patients didn't even know how to take the medicine, so how could they prepare the Chinese medicine with the best effect? Perhaps more patients simply followed the procedure and threw away the Chinese medicine after the preparation was completed.
It's a huge waste of medicinal materials...
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"Captain Tang, I'm here." At this time, a soldier wearing camouflage uniforms with his face also painted with oil paint ran over, carrying a backpack, and said to Tang Shuxin.
"Well, have you brought the equipment?"
"Brought it."
After the soldier finished speaking, he took off his backpack and handed it to Tang Shuxin.
From the words of the two people, I knew without guessing that it must contain advanced medical equipment.
…
Mohanir led a few people to the door of the two rooms at the end of the corridor and said, "These are the two rooms that have been cleaned up just now. Do you think they are suitable?"
After the room door was opened, there were several hospital beds inside. The sheets and mattresses on them were white, and they had obviously been replaced recently.
In the other one, there are several hospital beds, and there are several old tables, chairs and benches next to them. It seems that they are used for experimental analysis of patients.
Although the environment was rough and rough, it was kept very clean, which made everyone feel more at ease...
"This is medical equipment, how long do you need it for?"
Tang Shuxin obviously knew Catherine's identity very well. She handed her the shoulder bag and spoke in English.
Of course, she understood better that both He Shuqing and Zhang Yang were Chinese medicine practitioners and did not know much about advanced medical equipment, so they put their hope in Catherine.
"I don't know." Catherine hesitated for a moment before answering and then continued: "I need someone to help."
"Well, who do you need?" Tang Shuxin asked.
"That's him." Catherine glanced at Zhang Yang and answered directly and simply.
She also knew that Zhang Yang didn't understand medical equipment, but she felt that as long as he was around, she would feel an inexplicable sense of security and feel extraordinarily calm.
What's more, he can always put forward some seemingly random and unfounded opinions, but these opinions are often very effective...
"casual!"
After Tang Shuxin finished speaking, she turned to He Shuqing and the others and continued: "Mr. He, you guys have a good rest in the ward next to you. For safety reasons, we will stay here tonight. No matter whether we can successfully develop a vaccine tomorrow morning, we will
They will all leave."
"All right!"
He Shuqing also knew that he did not know much about advanced medical equipment, so even if he tried hard to wait, it would not be of much help. Thinking of this, he agreed immediately. (To be continued)