Several people discussed it one after another and supplemented each other.
For example, Dr. Zheng only knows what kind of impact a nutrient will have in the treatment process, but he only has a rough idea of what specific nutrients are contained in certain foods.
For example, Qiao Xuejun, although he knew the nutrients contained in crops, he didn't know which ones the human body needed in this medical situation. Even if he knew, he didn't know how much to plant to eat.
This requires Uncle Zhang to solve the problem. He and Doctor Zheng will know how much food is needed for so many people after discussing it with them. They report the data to Qiao Xuejun, and Qiao Xuejun will know how many seeds to plant in order to produce so many vegetables.
After calculating, rutin eggs, mare's milk, pea sprouts, spinach, plus the daily potato, pumpkin and fish meal were enough.
The problem was initially solved during the discussion, and everyone's previous anxiety gradually stabilized.
Doctor Zheng said, "I'll go back now. Tonight I'll take people to the dormitories to check how many people are severely malnourished. I'll report the data tomorrow."
Qiao Xuejun: "I will plant pea seedlings according to the maximum demand first."
After all, if you only harvest these young sprouts, the seeds will be gone after being picked a few times, and you have to plant another batch to save seeds.
One of the great advantages of peas is that you can save seeds continuously without having to worry too much about seed problems.
While the three of them were speaking, Zhao Xian listened from the side and said very little.
Throughout the whole process, he just made decisions when the three of them were undecided about the general direction, such as whether to do a comprehensive inspection, or whether to take out something first when there was not enough.
The rest of the time, he respected the experts' decisions and would not interrupt them.
Now that the discussion was over, he spoke, "Then I'll be in your hands. It'll be a while. If you need any energy or manpower support, please let me know. The base will do its utmost to ensure your work proceeds as planned."
All three of them agreed.
Uncle Zhang was the most relaxed. He took a sip from the cup on the table and said, "Hey, I hope things can be resolved smoothly... This tea is not bad. I haven't had tea in a long time."
Ren Wangwang said from the side, "The fishing team in the city found a little this time and put it in this reception room. It's not much, so we'll just drink it up."
When Qiao Xuejun heard that it was tea and Uncle Zhang said it was delicious, she also reached out to take the cup and tried it.
But she had been sitting here for a long time and hadn't moved her hand for a long time. When she moved it, her hand immediately felt a pain like a needle prick.
She couldn't control herself and lifted the cup with her hand. When she took it back, it suddenly shook and a few drops of tea spilled out.
It wasn't a big move. The teacup was almost full to begin with, and it wasn't surprising that some liquid spilled out if I didn't hold it steady.
No one else noticed Qiao Xuejun's abnormality at this moment, but the person sitting at the top noticed it.
Qiao Xuejun heard Zhao Xian's voice: "Teacher Qiao, your hand is numb?"
Hearing Zhao Xian's voice, Qiao Xuejun didn't even look at him. She tried her best to pretend to be calm and natural, and continued to drink her tea: "Yes."
But almost immediately, Zhao Xian frowned and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with your hand?"
Even a declarative sentence, not a question.
Qiao Xuejun immediately looked towards Zhao Xian, feeling completely incredulous.
This person?
Is a human lie detector so accurate? She only said one word, how did they know?
Zhao Xian's eyes tightened and his voice became deeper: "Teacher Qiao, what's wrong with your hand?"
"Hand?" Uncle Zhang also looked at Qiao Xuejun, a little surprised. "Teacher Qiao, our base can't do without you. You can't have any problems with your health."
Doctor Zheng immediately said, "Tell me if you feel any discomfort. Is your hand uncomfortable?"
With so many people watching, Qiao Xuejun curled her fingers and said stubbornly, "My hands are fine." Actually, it's just a small matter. Isn't it the same for everyone when they're tired?
Zhao Xian frowned, stood up, and walked in front of Qiao Xuejun: "Which hand?"
He grasped the teacup in Qiao Xuejun's right hand, took it out of her hand, put it back on the table, and held her right hand: "Is this it?"
Qiao Xuejun: “…”
After all, it was this one that trembled just now, and he actually saw it.
Qiao Xuejun tried her best to explain in her own way: "I'm fine. I just did some hard work recently, so my hands are sore and numb. Isn't that normal? No need to make such a big fuss."
It is indeed a big deal. They are sitting here today because there are many patients in the base and insufficient medical resources, so they are here to discuss how to solve this problem.
She can completely overcome this minor problem on her own, so there's no need to bother her. Like her teacher, like many farmers and laborers, working hard can also lead to occupational diseases, such as hand and back pain, which is normal.
She tried to free her hand, but Zhao Xian held it tightly.
Zhao Xian kept looking into her eyes while she was speaking and was listening to her very carefully.
After Qiao Xuejun finished speaking, she said it again with certainty: "That's it, you are too sensitive."
Zhao Xian whispered, "Teacher Qiao, I can tell when you're lying."
Qiao Xuejun froze.
She really thought so, and she was not lying. The only lie was that she was not sore or numb, but really in pain.
Zhao Xian whispered again, with a hint of coaxing: "The doctors are sitting here, so don't talk nonsense. Tell us what you should do honestly."
He changed the subject again, speaking in a gentle voice: "We can't delay any problem. Uncle Zhang also said that you are the top expert of our base. If something happens to you, what will happen to the base?"
He paused, his voice even softer: "What should I do?"
"Besides," Zhao Xian's voice returned to normal, hinting, "Old Zheng is sitting here. If you lie about your condition in front of the doctor, he'll scold you."
Doctor Zheng beside him cleared his throat and said, "Teacher Qiao, it's not okay to lie to the doctor!"
Zhao Xian tried to persuade and coax her, which made Qiao Xuejun feel embarrassed.
She didn't have time to hesitate any longer. She felt that it was just a small problem. Since it had been discovered, she might as well tell the truth. It would seem pretentious to argue about it.
She said, "It's nothing, actually. My wrist just hurts."
Zhao Xian's expression changed: "Wrist? Here?"
He held Qiao Xuejun's hand and stroked the scar on it with his thumb.
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