For a man who was as tall as a mountain, looking at the scene before him, it was as if the sky had fallen.
Song Dashun whispered anxiously, "How could this happen... How could this happen... It was fine a few days ago... I raised it for half a year, half a year... I could sell it for money... How could this happen..."
Du Juan held Song Dashun's shaking hand and said, "Dashun, since you fell ill two days ago, our chickens have had problems one after another. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would worry."
In rural areas, there is no such thing as seeing a doctor when you are sick. People always think that as long as they bear it and persevere, the illness will pass.
This is especially true when it comes to animals.
Animals are born with the instinct to seek medicine. There are so many wild grasses in the mountains and fields, and eating some of them can detoxify.
If you can get through it, you will live.
If you can't make it, you will die.
No one expected the situation to be so serious, it turned out to be chicken plague!
Song Hongmei understood the harm of the plague, and her face became solemn and she remained silent.
"Cough... cough... cough..." Song Dashun was so excited that he started coughing violently again. His expression was even more serious than before because he was coughing up blood...
"Dashun!"
When Du Juan saw the blood, she shouted in panic and rushed towards Song Dashun worriedly.
Chu Yue grabbed her and said, "You can't go over there."
Du Juan's heart skipped a beat, and Qing Wan's face lost all color. She turned to look at Chu Yue, "Why? Could it be... Could it be that Da Shun's illness is related to chicken plague?"
She was a smart person. From Chu Yue's furrowed brows, from the masks the three of them were wearing, and from the fact that Song Dashun and the chickens fell ill at the same time, she immediately thought of this possibility.
Chu Yue looked into Du Juan's frightened and trembling eyes and had to say something.
"Yes. Your husband didn't just catch a cold. He had chicken flu that was transmitted to humans. You are still healthy for now. Don't come in contact with him to prevent infection."
When Village Chief Lu heard this, he took several steps back.
"I remember... I remember... three years ago... Song Dashun's father... his father also died at this time... and died in the same way..."
Song Dashun's family has always been a large chicken farmer in the village.
Village chief Lu is an old man in the village and remembers past events very clearly.
That was why when Chu Yue and the others walked into the kitchen, Village Chief Lu stopped and kept a distance from the others and did not follow them. It was because he vaguely remembered the past events.
Before Song Dashun's father died, he had a cold and a fever. Later, his body became weaker and weaker, and finally he died at night.
At that time, everyone thought that the person was killed by a cold or fever, and no one thought it was chicken plague.
This plague can actually be transmitted to humans!
As Village Chief Lu mentioned the past, the already tense atmosphere became like falling into an ice cave, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Song Dashun felt a stinging pain every time he breathed, and he stared blankly at the blood on the palm of his hand.
Dujuan's tears started to fall, and she didn't even notice it. The suppressed sadness in her body made her cry uncontrollably.
She was originally held by Chu Yue, but she grabbed Chu Yue's wrist tightly and choked with sobs.
"Comrade Chu, you are a health worker, you are knowledgeable, you know about chicken plague, you must know how to treat it, right? Please, promise to save my Dashun! I beg you, I beg you!"
Tears kept flowing down the young woman's face. She didn't even have time to raise her hand to wipe them away. She just begged Chu Yue helplessly.
Chu Yue nodded, "It can be cured."
She quickly gave a treatment plan, the first and most important thing was to cure the patient.
The first step is isolation. Song Dashun is the only person infected with avian influenza. He must be isolated in a room alone and is not allowed to go out without permission until he recovers.
Another person who needs to be quarantined is Dujuan.
Du Juan is the person closest to Song Dashun. She may be carrying a latent virus and also needs to be isolated from other healthy people.
The second step is comprehensive disinfection.
The furniture, beds, used bowls and chopsticks, the iron pot used to stew chicken soup, the cup Song Dashun drank from...all these things in their home must be thoroughly disinfected to avoid any residual viruses.
The third step is thorough disinfection.
This disinfection does not refer to the environment, but to the chickens.
The dozen or so chickens they raised at home were all infected with fowl plague. These chickens could not be kept or eaten. They had to be burned to ashes in a big fire, leaving no feathers behind.
So, after observing the situation for a week, both Song Dashun and Du Juan were fine, so they had recovered.
Song Dashun and Du Juan regarded Chu Yue as their only hope and listened carefully throughout the whole process. Even if they had to be locked up in the room for a month, they had no problem with it as long as the person was alive.
But when he heard the third request, that all the chickens be burned, Song Dashun became excited again.
He protested loudly, "No! These chickens are not dead yet, they are not dead yet, maybe they will be fine in a few days! They don't have to be burned to death. I have raised these chickens for half a year, fed them so much food, and finally raised them. In half a month, I can take them to the city and sell them for money! If I burn them all, all my hard work for the past six months will be in vain."
Chu Yue frowned deeply after hearing what the man said. Was he willing to give up his life just for money?
Before Chu Yue could say anything, Du Juan had already started shouting.
"Song Dashun, which is more important, money or your life!"
"Money! Money is important!" Song Dashun stiffened his neck. Even though he was weak and suffering from illness, he still gritted his teeth. He wanted to keep the chickens, and he also wanted to keep the money that was about to be within his grasp.
When Du Juan heard this answer, she was furious and said angrily, "Money, money, money! Are you obsessed with money?"
Song Dashun was scolded by his wife, but he gritted his teeth and refused to bow his head.
He insisted, "I just want money! I want money! We agreed before that we can move out of the village with money. I can go to the city to work as a porter, and you can live in the city. I know everything... You are on the list of educated youth returning to the city, you can leave me and go back to the city, it's because of me that you stayed. I don't want you to stay in the mountains all your life, I can also take you to the city!"
As soon as these words came out, Dujuan, who had originally only shed tears but never cried out loud, finally couldn't help sobbing.
Her eyes were red, her shoulders were shaking, and sore tears kept flowing down.
Chu Yue understood the relationship between the two from their conversation...
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