Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 1895
Fu Wuben put on the isolation gown and came to the gate of the ward area of ​​the quarantine camp with a straight face.

This is the isolation area for patients diagnosed with bubonic plague, also called Area 2, to distinguish it from Area 1, which is dedicated to treating patients with pneumonic plague.Basically, patients who enter Zone 1 are basically waiting to die. Patients in Zone 2 still have a more or less chance of survival.

Regardless of whether it was bubonic plague or pneumonic plague, the doctors had no treatment options. They could only do some supportive treatment and dispense some placebos.Occasionally, "Traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions" are also boiled for testing-all fail without exception.

Whether a patient in Zone 2 can survive depends mainly on his physical fitness.But this is another inexplicable matter. Fu Wuben saw with his own eyes that a young man who was as strong as a cow died within 48 hours of his illness. He also saw a white-haired old man recovering from a ward in District 2 and being discharged from the hospital. of.As the master said, in curing diseases, there is a place to talk about science, and there is also a time to try luck.

A guard in a gown at the door checked his credentials and let him in.

The ward is not so much a hospital as it is a prison. There are several surveillance towers standing outside the fence of bamboo fence and barbed wire. Two-person sentries wearing masks are armed with live ammunition-an order has been issued: anyone who crosses the security guard inside the wall Circles can be shot.

Naturally, the conditions of the hastily built isolation camp were not good. There was a long row of wooden shacks, covered with reed mats and planks on the top, and flattened mud underfoot.The only place that seems "advanced" is that all the wards are independent. Of course, this so-called independence means that each bed is isolated and sealed with reed mats.

The room was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant, even wearing a Wu Liande mask.

The wards were quiet, and the doors of some wards were open. Not to mention the patients, even the bamboo beds where the patients slept were gone. Needless to say, it must be the patient who died last night, who was carried out with the bed and cremated.

The sunlight was projected from the glass skylight on the roof, shining brightly in the room, and Fu Wuben walked in it, but felt chills one after another.

Fu Wuben didn't stop until he came to the ward with the name "Yao Hongji" hanging on the door.He came here today just to ask this person.

Not long ago, the health department in Guangzhou found that the death toll, which had been steadily declining, had fluctuated again recently. Lin Motian felt strange, because he did not relax the quarantine and epidemic prevention measures, and even inspected them more strictly. After the martial law, the flow of population Also almost stopped, how could there be a sudden rebound?

He thought it necessary for him to find out why.And Fu Wuben was here to take on this job.

Because of his master Liu San, Fu Wuben had extensive contact with the Chinese medicine community in Guangzhou and knew many doctors.From "famous doctors" to the most inferior "bell-ringing doctors", as long as he can gain a foothold in Guangzhou, he can say that he has seen them all.

This patient is a doctor in a small pharmacy. He was also found to have plague a few days ago, but his condition is not serious. He has passed the critical period and is returning to the observation period. If there is no accident, he will recover in ten days. Can be discharged home.

The reason why Fu Wuben came to him was because during his investigation, he found that seven or eight of the people he had contact with were plague cases—this was too high.

It is obvious that he had been in contact with plague patients and transmitted the plague to others.

"Yao Langzhong, many plague patients have been quarantined recently, several of them have come into contact with you." Fu Wuben asked the patients on the hospital bed.

"Master...the plague is rampant, so it is inevitable to seek medical treatment..."

"Yes, if the common people are sick, it is natural that my great Senate will practice medicine..." Fu Wuben narrowed his eyes, but his tone gradually became sharper, "Do you know what a plague patient looks like?"

Seeing that the visitor was not kind, Yao Hongji couldn't help feeling guilty, and after thinking for a while, he slowly replied: "The skill of the villain in treating patients is inherited from the ancestors, and some patients are not plague according to the pathogenesis..."

"That means you don't know what the plague looks like?"

Yao Hongji was startled. In fact, many patients who were afraid that they might have the plague came to him secretly, and he also took medicine for these people. If he admitted that he did not recognize the plague, wouldn’t it be the so-called “illegal practice of medicine” in the new dynasty? He quickly changed his words: "Well, the Senate will also wait for me... I have been trained, so I will recognize it..."

"Since I recognize..." Fu Wuben's tone became colder and colder, "Then you should also know that if you suspect the plague, you have to report it immediately when you see it?"

"This..." Yao Hongji Khan came down. For many patients who were suspected of plague, he did not report it immediately. Instead, he used traditional medicine for treatment and received a consultation fee first--in fact, he was not alone. All the doctors he knew did this. The better ones could report to the quarantine officer after receiving the consultation fee, and the worse ones just ignored it.

"Master!" Yao Hongji rolled out of bed and began to cry: "The villain's family also needs to eat. In previous years, there was a plague when it was time to earn a few pockets, but now everywhere is full of grass and trees. If you see a cough, you will immediately go to quarantine. All the patients in our hands have been lost, and we can’t earn any money. Does the Senate take care of our family’s old snacks?”

"Of course we have to take care of it." Fu Wuben helped him up and asked, "Yao Langzhong, do you like the sea?"

Yao Hongji looked at him inexplicably, not knowing how to answer.Although Hai is very close to Guangzhou, he has never visited it specifically, let alone liked it or disliked it.

"In a few months, you will be looking at the sea at the Kaohsiung Health Center. The Senate will always take care of your family's old snacks..."

When Fu Wuben was asking about Yao Hongji, Lin Motian was carefully watching the report on the number of new infections—the sudden increase in the number of infections and deaths made him very puzzled.But he soon discovered that his guess was correct.Several cases of infection and death among local doctors have appeared in several hard-hit areas.

He recalled the reports of the previous few days, and it seemed that there were a little more doctors who got sick and died recently. Fighting on the front line, and coming into contact with patients almost every day, the chance of infection is very high.But local doctors—they have very little business now, why are the morbidity and mortality rates so high?

He had noticed this anomaly for a few days, so he tasked the investigation team with finding out what was going on.

The message finally came back: Many of the local healers were not strictly following the quarantine rules.This phenomenon has actually existed all the time, but it was not prominent when the epidemic was severe some time ago. Now that the epidemic situation is improving day by day, the influence of doctors as a source of infection has become more obvious—it doesn’t take too many doctors. Caused a noticeable fluctuation in the death toll.

Lin Motian became angry as soon as he heard it: the quarantine measures clearly stipulate that all epidemic prevention actions should be uniformly arranged by the epidemic prevention brigade under the Health Commission. These people diagnose and treat such dangerous infectious diseases without authorization. It is unreasonable to admit it boldly, and to admit it with plausibility!
It seemed that no matter what, Lin Motian immediately wrote a memo to Liu San, expressing his attitude tactfully but resolutely: If the doctors can really take good care of the plague patients in their hands, he will never ask; but if not What a clever move, if any bold doctor dares to do this kind of thing, Lin Motian will definitely make this person never want to eat this bowl of rice again for the rest of his life!
Liu San looked at Lin Motian's letter and felt a little upset.In fact, Liu San had already heard about this matter, but he didn't know that these doctors had made such a big deal.Before, a local old Chinese doctor asked him to participate in the fight against the plague, but he and Lin Motian declined.No matter what the purpose of these traditional Chinese medicine is—noble or not—their half-knowledge of epidemic prevention and modern medicine and their deep-rooted traditional medical habits are probably not as suitable as a blank slate of quarantine officers .

But Lin Motian stretched his hand a little too long... The public health field is nothing, after all, it is not easy to have such a person who dares to rush forward to carry the explosive package, but the traditional medicine should be blamed anyway Take care of yourself, did Lin Motian really get annoyed by those doctors when he made such a mention, or did he use the excuse to get rid of the Chinese medicine practitioners?Liu San pondered in his heart, and after thinking about it for a while, he still replied to Lin Motian with a memorandum of self-blame and guarantee.

The integration of traditional Chinese medicine in the whole city is actually something that Liu San has been planning. His plan to implement the qualification examination for Chinese medicine practitioners in Guangzhou has been drawn up for a long time. Maybe he can take advantage of this opportunity to release it...even he can Taking the opportunity to set up a doctor's federation to recruit all traditional Chinese medicine practitioners and new doctors with professional backgrounds, the name is still grand and upright: unified management, to eliminate illegal practice of medicine and quarantine violations.At present, although more and more people have recognized the modern medical skills of the Senate, but from the perspective of the mainstream in Guangzhou, doubts and fears are still the mainstream of the people's views on modern medicine, and traditional Chinese medicine still has a lot to do. It is a good opportunity to mention it, and it would be a pity not to grasp it well.

This plague war has continued until now, and both sides have fully revealed their trump cards, but Lin Motian has no secrets about the plague's tricks.One is pervasive, the other is watertight; the other is at every step, and the other is fortified everywhere.Under the joint fight of modern epidemic prevention concepts and strong execution capabilities, even if the plague can temporarily gain the upper hand, it is impossible to wantonly advance the offensive endlessly.

(End of this chapter)