Qiao Xuejun paused, his face stiffened, his heart heavy: "Someone's dead?"
The system said with regret: "Yes, host. The food we have now is far from enough to correct the severe malnutrition."
Qiao Xuejun frowned: "Do you know how many people are malnourished?"
System: "There are a total of 1,208 newly admitted survivors, all of whom are malnourished. 423 of them are moderately malnourished, and 104 are severely malnourished."
The system continued, "Our mission goal is to free 104 people from severe malnutrition. They could die at any time from it."
"If there is no nutritional supplementation in the short term, mild malnutrition will develop into moderate malnutrition, and moderate malnutrition will develop into severe malnutrition."
"There's currently sufficient food on the base, and mild and moderate cases are not at risk of worsening. The most dangerous are severe cases. They can't just eat enough; they need to eat well to see improvement."
Qiao Xuejun: "Is there any improvement plan?"
System: "There is no improvement plan. You need to solve it yourself."
Qiao Xuejun was no longer helping out in the stable. He said hello and went to the base.
When they arrived at the base, Qiao Xuejun heard crying.
On the first floor, two patrolling soldiers were carrying a simple stretcher with a person lying on it, covered with a white cloth.
In front of them, a man knelt on the ground, sobbing and grieving. "I want to see her again. She's my wife. We've been together since we were 15! We've been through so much together. Just when things were about to get better, she couldn't take it anymore..."
"I gave her so much food from my share yesterday... that pumpkin was so delicious, she clearly ate it all!" The man burst into tears. "How could this happen? How could this happen?"
Every word and sentence is tear-jerking.
Many of the onlookers also felt sorry for it.
The man kneeling on the ground facing the stretcher had gray hair, but judging from his face, he didn't seem to be very old, just that his hair had turned gray prematurely.
The patrolman also sighed: "Old Wang, he can't stay at the base any longer. The doctor just examined him and said there's no hope of saving him. Keeping him here will also pose a threat to the health of everyone else at the base. We must deal with it immediately."
There was nothing they could do. The body definitely couldn't be left there. There was no telling what kind of disease it might have. The base's rule had always been to dispose of the dead immediately, at least not in the accommodation area.
Someone nearby also began to comfort the man: "Old Wang, the dead cannot be resurrected. Your wife must also hope that you are well. You are hurting your health like this now. Look at you, you are so thin. You should take care of yourself. Didn't you say that good days are coming..."
The man was still crying, heartbroken.
The patrolman had no choice but to sigh and call him, "Wear more clothes and come with us to bury your wife."
The man's crying gradually subsided and stopped.
The man followed the two patrol soldiers out, and Qiao Xuejun walked towards the medical department.
When I was near the medical department but had not yet reached it, I heard some beautiful singing.
Qiao Xuejun paused slightly and continued forward.
It was not the medical department, but the activity room next to it. Singing could be heard from inside, as well as the sounds of children laughing.
She looked through the door and saw that it was Yuan Zhiyi.
She was singing this nursery rhyme, surrounded by several children and adults.
Seeing Qiao Xuejun, Yuan Zhiyi greeted her: "Teacher Qiao! My singing is good, isn't it?"
Before Qiao Xuejun could answer, the group of children surrounding Yuan Zhiyi jumped up and down, clapping their hands: "Good, good!"
Yuan Zhiyi was slightly proud: "I debuted as the center back then! I'm a great singer and dancer!"
Qiao Xuejun: "Very good."
The hospital was too deep inside here, so it probably didn't see what was happening outside.
Qiao Xuejun waved to her and continued walking towards the medical department.
She went to see Lao Zheng, the military doctor.
He was probably the most knowledgeable person in the base about malnutrition. She planned to ask how dietary treatment could be coordinated with medical care to treat malnutrition.
When they arrived at the doctor's office in the medical department, he was not there, so Qiao Xuejun continued to go to the inpatient area.
There were a few more people in the hospital beds than Qiao Xuejun had seen before.
Doctor Zheng was standing in front of one of the beds, looking at the young woman lying there with a serious expression. "You are severely anemic. Your hemoglobin is only 46, which is a critical value. Normally, you should receive a blood transfusion, but we don't have the conditions right now."
"I'll get you some blood-boosting medicine. You must take it on time!" Doctor Zheng looked at the family member standing at the foot of the bed and handed him the medicine in his hand. "This is an iron supplement. Ferrous sulfate tablets, three times a day, four tablets each time. Don't miss a single tablet."
"And this one, it also corrects anemia."
Doctor Zheng explained in detail how to take several medicines.
The family member took the boxes of medicine, his eyes reddened with gratitude, and said, "Okay, okay."
He was a little worried again: "So, do these need to be exchanged for supplies?"
Even if they had to exchange for supplies, they would definitely be happy to do so. Outside, even if they had supplies, they couldn't exchange them for medicine.
Now the doctor actually gave him the medicine directly, which was simply incredible to him.
Doctor Zheng said, "Put the medicine and medical expenses on the account first. When you get better, you can use the voluntary working hours to offset it."
The voluntary working hours at the base refer to the time spent in some basic positions, such as repairing defensive walls, transporting sewage, and transporting manure from Qiao Xuejun, all of which are considered voluntary working hours.
No one wants to do these heavy and tiring jobs, but they have to do them.
Therefore, the First Base enforces compulsory labor in this regard. Each person must work for a specified period of time in a month to be eligible to receive the monthly living quota, including food quota and clothing quota.
Seeing that Lao Zheng still had something to explain, Qiao Xuejun went to the bedsides of the two men in Haibao first.
Yuan Zhiyi was able to walk around and even wanted to dance, but the other two were still in bed.
Seeing Qiao Xuejun coming over, Zhou Biao greeted him, "Teacher Qiao."
Qiao Xuejun asked, "You guys can't get out of bed yet?"
Zhou Biao said, "If we insisted on getting out of bed, we could have, but Old Zheng wouldn't let us. He said we should rest for a while and stay still."
Qiao Xuejun: "Is the wound starting to heal?"
Previously, due to lack of vitamin C, their wounds were slow to heal.
At this point, Zhou Biao smiled and said, "It's already healing! I estimate it will be fully healed in two days! I really have to thank Teacher Qiao for the sea buckthorn!"
Qiao Xuejun: "It'll be fine once it heals."
Zhou Biao felt a little ashamed: "I really don't know how to thank you guys. I can't give you anything right now."
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