Perspective Doctor on Campus

The ward is on the fifth floor of the hospital.

The whole fifth floor is full of infected patients.

Chen Changhui took Lin Chengfei to the fifth floor as an elevator, pointed to the empty corridor and said, "the fifth floor is an isolated ward. Ordinary patients and medical staff will not come here, so it is much cleaner than other places."

After that, he said with a bitter smile, "the patients here can't live for long. This can be regarded as letting them give them the last period of peace."

Lin Chengfei asked, "how long does it take for this virus to infect people and cause death?"

"Half a month or even a week at the latest!" "So far, hundreds of people have died in the hospital," Chen said

"So much?"

"In order not to cause large-scale panic, so the media reports are much less than the real data."

Lin Chengfei nodded and said, "how many patients are there in this ward now?"

"One hundred and fifty!" "It has been confirmed that it was infected," Chen said

Lin Chengfei nodded.

Not too much.

But a hundred people have died.

Plus these people are infected, a total of only 200.

In other words, the death rate of this virus has reached nearly half.

It's a terrible number.

Seeing Lin Chengfei frowning, Chen Changhui said nervously, "Doctor Lin, you must come here. What do you want to do?"

"Cure the disease!" Lin Chengfei laughed and said, "first treat these infected patients, and then consider other suspected infected patients."

Chen Changhui was speechless.

You just came here, you don't know anything, you have to treat?

This

It's incredible. It's incredible!

Lin Chengfei turned to Chen Changhui and said, "please, Dean Chen, call all the patients into the corridor If it's too much trouble to treat one by one, just treat it together. "

Chen Changhui is even more speechless.

He felt that the doctor was a little bit abnormal.

It's a great risk to get close to the patients. Now we still gather all the patients together?

Do you think I'm not dying fast enough or do you think you're dying too slowly?

"Don't worry, it's OK!" Lin Chengfei said, "besides, what are you afraid of now that you are wearing isolation clothes?"

Chen Changhui is very aware of the horror of this virus, so, in the first time out of the office with Lin Chengfei, he put on the isolation suit.

This kind of thing prevents the infectious disease doctor special clothing, may effectively isolate the germ and the virus.

Even so, Chen Changhui is still afraid.

But looking at Lin Chengfei, who is still wearing casual clothes, Chen Changhui feels that he is making a mountain out of a molehill?

No one else is afraid of Dr. Lin? What are you afraid of?

He nodded heavily at Lin Chengfei, then stepped forward, went to a ward, pushed open a door and said, "please go to the corridor."

And then the next ward

Soon, more than 100 patients, all informed by him, except those who were seriously ill and could not move, came out.

They are powerless, their eyes are black, and they have a different blood red in their eyes. They really look very different from normal people.

Chen Changhui returned to Lin Chengfei and said, "Dr. Lin, ninety eight people have come out. The rest may have to bother you to go to the ward one by one."

"No problem." Lin Chengfei said with a smile.

Chen Changhui stood aside and did not speak.

Now this situation is dominated by Lin Chengfei, who will do whatever Lin Chengfei asks him to do.

Moreover, he also wanted to see if Lin Chengfei really had the ability to treat the infected patients.

It can be said that if Lin Chengfei fails.

Their whole hospital lost their only hope and had to wait here to die.

Lin Chengfei looked at the patients and shook his head slightly.

As soon as he reached for his belt, Li Bai's pen appeared in his hands again.

This skill surprised many patients.

What's the situation?

He didn't have anything in his hand just now? How can a pen suddenly appear?

Lin Chengfei doesn't care what these people think. What he wants to do now is to cure these people and then leave.

No idea of communicating with patients Comfort the injured soul of patients, this kind of work, or to the people in the hospital to do it.

He took up his pen and wrote in midair:

"don't scare Magpies in the bright moon, cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night. In the fragrance of rice flowers, we can hear the sound of frogs

"Seven or eight stars away, two or three o'clock before the rain. In the old days, by the side of the forest of Maodian community, the road turned to the head of the stream and suddenly appeared. "The bright moon in the sky rises on the treetop and startles the magpie perched on the branch.

The cool evening wind seemed to blow the cicada's cry in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice, people talk about the harvest year, and the sound of frogs comes from their ears, as if they are talking about the harvest year.

Light clouds float in the sky, twinkling stars appear and disappear, and light rain falls in front of the mountain. The poet is anxious to cross the stream from the small bridge to avoid the rain. In the past, where is the cottage shop near the woods near the earth temple?

Turning the corner, Maodian suddenly appeared in front of him.

The moon and breeze, sparse stars and rain, magpies and cicadas, rice flowers and frogs.

Beautiful artistic conception.

Beautiful countryside.

This is a song by Xin Qiji, a famous poet of Song Dynasty.

A very fresh smell suddenly came out in front of Lin Cheng.

Then, slowly spread around.

It floated along the corridor, little by little, and soon came to several patients in the first row.

The first patient took a sip.

Hiss

A slight voice rang out, and the patient groaned comfortably.

Soon another patient smelled it.

They can't help but close their eyes and quietly enjoy the feeling.

It's like eating the most delicious food in the world, which makes people envious.

Soon, 98 patients in the corridor all showed this expression.

Chen Changhui was surprised and said, "Doctor Lin This What's going on? "

Lin Chengfei looked at him and said, "cure the disease!"

"This How is this treated? "

He had a mortal eye and could not see the true meaning of those poems floating in the air.

In his eyes, Lin Chengfei just took out his pen and wrote a few lines, which has nothing to do with the treatment!

Looking at Lin Chengfei, you should know something about him

"I know!"

President Chen stupidly finish this sentence, suddenly hit his head.

"Look at me President Chen said: "poetry is your specialty, I forgot it!"