The mad doctor who is the evil king chasing his wife is not easy to mess with

Chapter 1874 How?
The ten people agreed and divided them into two groups in order. One group went to the lounge next door to rest, and the other group stayed in the medical officer's room to take a nap.

They hadn't closed their eyes for several days and nights. At this time, they were already so sleepy that they could only lose their breath. If they didn't die of illness, they were almost exhausted. When they heard Shui Lingyue let them rest, they went away happily.

Ning Mo brought Shui Lingyue to a ward in the epidemic area. As soon as she walked in, Shui Lingyue smelled a pungent smell. It was the smell of carrion mixed with the smell of sweat glands, which made people want to vomit.

Ning Mo was on the side, with a particularly sad face, and said: "The conditions are limited, so we can only arrange them together. The medicine I prescribed before has little effect, and some of them have already developed to the third stage."

Shui Lingyue looked around, and saw that there was no bed in this fairly large room, only some thin quilts were spread on the floor symbolically, dozens of people crowded in this room, either lying or sitting, Some of their faces were as numb as chickens, some were weeping lowly, and some were completely unconscious, as lifeless as a corpse.

Shui Lingyue said: "Ning Mo, find patients in three different stages. I need to diagnose the condition in order to formulate a treatment plan."

Ning Mo agreed, and walked over to find patients in three different stages. The patients in the first and third stages were all awake. Ning Mo asked the two of them to sit on the small bench by the door, and said, "Your Majesty, this one is the first patient." In the first stage, the skin on this body has begun to fester, and it has reached the third stage, and the second stage over there is comatose."

Shui Lingyue nodded, walked over, checked their pulse first, then took blood samples from them, and then walked back with Ning Mo.

Ning Mo asked: "Your Majesty, how are you doing?"

Shui Lingyue said: "The preliminary diagnosis is a viral infection. You should have never encountered this kind of virus before, right?"

Shui Lingyue looked at the condition of several people and found that their symptoms were somewhat similar to anthrax, a modern virus, but not exactly the same, and further tests were necessary.

Ning Mo shook his head and said: "In the past few days, we have looked through many medical classics, but we have not found any records about this plague. I tried to make a few medicines myself, but the effect was not good."

Shui Lingyue nodded, and said: "This kind of virus, the treatment of pure medicine is not effective, but I can prescribe a medicine first, and you have someone boil water in a large pot to wash the body of the third-stage patient. The abscess can be temporarily relieved, and I will talk about the rest after I come out."

The two of them were talking, and they had already arrived in the medical hall. Shui Lingyue sat down, picked up a pen and began to write.

After Shui Lingyue finished writing, she held up the paper and gently blew on the ink on it, then handed it to Ning Mo, and said, "Go quickly, remember, no matter how hot or stuffy, don't wear protective clothing, masks, hats, etc. and gloves off."

Ning Mo agreed, greeted the five doctors, and went out of the gate together to prepare and decoct medicine.

Shui Lingyue opened the Space Medicine Garden, and swished into it with the collected samples.

Shui Lingyue plunged into the laboratory and tested the three blood samples, and finally found that the virus factors in the three stages were different. They had the gene of anthrax virus, but they were not exactly the same as it. They were a kind of A virus that has been bred and upgraded from the anthrax virus.

It is more transmissible, more survivable, has a shorter time from onset to death, and changes with the duration of illness.

(End of this chapter)