Chapter 172: Are you willing to give up your life for money?
A man as strong as a mountain looked at the scene in front of him as if the sky had fallen.
Song Dashun whispered anxiously, "How could this happen... How could this happen... It was fine just a few days ago... I've been raising it for half a year, half a year... I could have sold it right away... How could this happen..."
Du Juan held Song Dashun's trembling hand and said, "Dashun. Since you fell ill two days ago, the chickens at home have had problems one after another. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to 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 be overcome.
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'll 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 was solemn and silent.
"Cough cough... cough 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 Dujuan saw the blood, she screamed 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. Qing Wan's face lost all color. She turned to look at Chu Yue, "Why? Could it be... could Da Shun's illness be related to chicken plague?"
She was a smart person. From Chu Yue's furrowed brows, the masks the three of them were wearing, and 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 doesn't have a common cold; he has chicken pox that has spread to humans. You are still healthy for now, so avoid 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... He died in the same way..."
Song Dashun's family has always been a major chicken farmer in the village.
Village chief Lu is an old man in the village and remembers the past events very clearly.
That's why when Chu Yue and the others walked into the kitchen, Village Chief Lu stopped and kept a distance from the others and didn't follow them. It was because he vaguely remembered the past.
Before Song Dashun's father died, he also had a cold and fever. Later, his body became weaker and weaker, and finally he could not hold on and passed away at night.
At that time, everyone thought that the person was killed by a cold and fever, and no one thought it was fowl 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 his palm.
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 being held by Chu Yue, but she grabbed Chu Yue's wrist tightly and choked with sobs.
"Comrade Chu, you're a medic, you're 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, and 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, dishes and chopsticks used for eating, the iron pot used for stewing chicken soup, the cup used by Song Dashun...all these things in their home must be thoroughly disinfected to prevent the virus from remaining.
The third step is thorough disinfection.
This disinfection does not refer to the environment, but to the chickens.
All the dozen or so chickens they raised at home were 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 are fine, so they have 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 objected loudly, "No! These chickens aren't dead yet, they're not dead yet. Maybe they'll be fine in a few days! They don't have to be burned to death. I've been raising these chickens for half a year, feeding them so much food. I've worked so hard to raise 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 will be wasted."
Chu Yue frowned deeply after hearing what the man said. Was he willing to give up his life for money?
Before Chu Yue could say anything, Du Juan had already started shouting.
"Song Dashun, what's 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 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 give in.
He insisted, "I just want money! I want money! We agreed before that with money we can move out of the village. I can go to the city as a porter, and you can live in the city. I know everything... You are included in the quota for 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 been crying silently with tears in her eyes, 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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