Chapter 172 It's Dysentery, Not Cholera
By the Shuangjiang River, Village Chief Lei, Doctor Huang and several others sat together. Everyone wanted to hear the opinions of Lin Sanqi, the great doctor in the capital.
Village Chief Lei was the first to ask impatiently:
"Comrade Lin, which plague do you think is more likely this time?"
Lin Sanqi looked at Huang Zhibai: "Doctor Huang, what was your previous diagnosis?"
"After discussing it among us, we concluded that dysentery and cholera are the most likely causes. I wonder what Comrade Lin's diagnosis is?"
Red and white dysentery is the term used in traditional Chinese medicine. The full name in Western medicine is "bacterial dysentery"
Lin Sanqi nodded, obviously agreeing with the diagnosis.
After all, there are only a few major intestinal infectious diseases, and they can be ruled out one by one using identification methods.
For example, in case of amoebic dysentery, the stool is jam-like, which is very distinctive and is also the biggest distinguishing point.
Epidemic encephalitis B is also a possibility. This is a disease transmitted by mosquitoes. There are so many mosquitoes in the primeval forests of Qin County. Why is Lin Sanqi not afraid of the heat and wearing isolation clothing?
Fear of infectious diseases is one reason, but fear of mosquito bites is also an important reason. Mosquitoes can spread too many diseases.
However, in addition to high fever, abdominal pain and diarrhea, epidemic encephalitis B generally has very obvious signs of meningeal irritation.
The symptoms are neck stiffness, König's sign and Brudin's sign should all be positive, which means the whole body is stiff. However, Lin Sanqi just checked and none of the patients met the criteria.
Then you can also queue up for epidemic encephalitis B.
The stool of cholera is rice-water-like, while the stool of dysentery is mucus, pus, blood, etc. The two can be clearly distinguished just by looking at the color of the stool.
"I agree with Dr. Huang's diagnosis. Dysentery is the most likely cause."
When Huang Hebai heard this, a smile instantly appeared on his face, and his chest unconsciously straightened up. He was obviously proud that his diagnosis was correct.
Village Chief Lei is an outsider. He doesn’t care about diagnosis, he cares more about how to treat it?
"Comrade Lin, since we both agree, how should we approach treatment? The number of new cases is increasing by around 100 per day, and I'm guessing there are still many villages whose data haven't been included. This is extremely concerning."
Lin Sanqi immediately recalled the knowledge from the infectious disease textbook and said seriously:
"The first treatment principle is digestive tract isolation. This means that the water from Shuangjiang Creek must no longer be drunk, not even for washing clothes. Your commune should immediately organize people to dig a well in the nearby valley. The water must be boiled before drinking.
Secondly, the feces of all patients must be collected and then disinfected with lime. Never use water to flush fecal water at will, otherwise the water that flows out will contaminate other places, causing the spread of viruses and bacteria.
Village Chief Lei had already taken out a pen and paper, and was taking notes in his notebook as he listened:
"This can be done. I will send someone to implement it immediately."
"The second treatment principle is dietary adjustment. I see that the patient is still eating bananas, taro, cassava, and buckwheat. These foods are either indigestible or have no nutrition. How can they be given to the patient?
No matter how difficult it is, you have to find some rice to make porridge, and then add a little salt. This kind of food can be digested and absorbed by the patient, and it will help to recover. Eating fruit or hard food will only aggravate the condition. "
"Rice porridge?"
Village Chief Lei smiled bitterly after hearing this:
"Comrade Lin, let's not talk about the patients not being able to eat rice. I haven't had rice in months. We mountain people usually eat corn, sweet potatoes, and cassava as staple foods. How could I be so lucky as to have rice porridge? I really can't do that."
Dr. Huang smiled and took out a slightly rotten corn cob from his backpack:
"Nao, this is my breakfast and lunch today. This is already a special treatment. Village Chief Lei himself eats banana paste. You city people must have never eaten rice made with bananas, right? Hahaha."
The people around chuckled.
Lin Sanqi thought to himself, "I've actually seen this before. There was a documentary about an African black man whose staple food was bananas or plantains. I just didn't expect that cousin Guangqi also eats this."
Is it tasty?
Village Chief Lei was a little worried: "How do we solve this nutrition problem? There's not much rice in Qin County."
Lin Sanqi was about to blurt out, "I'll provide the rice," but suddenly stopped himself.
Because the fact that he rescued the patient in Qin County today would definitely be known to the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He could no longer explain how he acquired his medical skills. If he could also provide rice, he would definitely be suspected by outsiders.
Even Dean Shen won’t be able to protect him by then.
After all, grain is too sensitive. He can trade it secretly with others under a mask and a pseudonym, but he can never take it out openly in front of the government.
It seems that the hurdle of diet and nutrition can only be overcome by the patient himself. Lin Sanqi does not want to sacrifice his own future for these strangers.
Huang Zhibai is more concerned about clinical drug use:
"Comrade Lin, are you planning to use Chinese or Western medicine for treatment?"
What he meant was that if it was Western medicine, there wouldn't be many of them in the entire Qin County. The legendary sulfa drug had indeed been taken away by someone, but Huang Zhibai didn't take a single one, and he had a clear conscience about that.
Lin Sanqi was a little embarrassed. He had medicines, such as norfloxacin, ofloxacin, ciprofloxacin, lomefloxacin, etc. These quinolone antibiotics were definitely miracle drugs for dysentery.
But how can he get these medicines?
Now he is facing a public occasion, in front of the government, and anything he produces now may appear on the desk of some special department.
How will he explain it then?
If Lin Sanqi says he's actually a time traveler, do you think the people in the special department will believe him? Online novels weren't popular in the 1950s.
The most likely scenario is that the relevant authorities arrested Lin Sanqi as a spy and then whipped him with a whip dipped in salt water: "Will you tell me or not? Will you tell me or not!!!"
If we talk about using traditional Chinese medicine, Yin Gong, Lin Sanqi knows nothing about traditional Chinese medicine.
Even if he traveled back to 2013 and asked his father for a prescription, where would the Chinese medicinal materials come from? They even used Codonopsis pilosula as MSG, a tiny amount sprinkled on top, which showed the poverty of the area.
Just when Lin Sanqi was in a dilemma, a female doctor suddenly ran over in a hurry:
"Comrade Lin, Comrade Lin, the little girl you brought back in your car is dying. Do you want to go and see her?"
"What?"
Lin Sanqi stood up suddenly and ran quickly.
By the time everyone ran to the ward where the little girl was, there were already a few people standing around pointing and talking.
Lin Sanqi ran into the room and squatted down. It was called a hospital bed, but in fact it was just a bamboo mat lying directly on the ground. Next to it was a medicine bowl with the soup still inside.
This is a little girl of five or six years old, and she has already started talking nonsense.
"Mom, I want to eat chicken..."
"Dad, please don't hit me. I won't steal food anymore..."
"Brother, where are we going..."
Lin Sanqi touched the little girl's head and found it was very hot. He took out a thermometer and measured its temperature. It was 40.5℃.
"She won't take her medicine?"
The female doctor shook her head. "She couldn't be fed. She was unconscious at first, with her jaws clenched. Then she started talking nonsense, and her temperature kept rising. You can see her stools were full of thick blood. She couldn't be saved."
Lin Sanqi was a little anxious. This was the person he rescued along the way. How could a time traveler like him let her die?
"No, no, it can be saved, it can be saved. Go get a bowl of clean water, quickly."
Doctor Huang came running over at this time: "Clear water, clear water is here, this is well water, not Shuangjiang Creek water."
Lin Sanqi's hands trembled as he pulled out a bottle of ibuprofen from his backpack. He opened it and poured the red liquid into the water. He then took out an amoxicillin capsule, opened it, and poured the powder into the capsule. Then he picked up a spoon and prepared to feed the baby himself.
"Little sister, come here and open your eyes. I'll give you some medicine. Your illness will be cured after you take it."
The little girl seemed not to hear and continued to mutter to herself: "Little yellow dog, don't eat the little yellow dog..."
The female doctor carefully lifted the little girl's head and said, "Doctor Lin, she should be in a coma now. Why don't you try force-feeding her the medicine?"
Lin Sanqi nodded and carefully placed the spoon next to the little girl's mouth. He fed her the medicine when she opened her mouth to speak, but before anyone could relax, she spit out all the medicine.
"Oh……"
Everyone around felt regretful.
Lin Sanqi actually knew that the patient had been in shock before and now suddenly started talking nonsense, which was actually a sign of a last burst of vitality and the mortality rate was very high.
The only way now is to feed the medicine as soon as possible and save the person before death comes.
"Little sister, be obedient and drink the medicine. Your illness will be cured after drinking the medicine. Open your mouth, okay?"
Lin Sanqi tried to pour the medicine into the little girl's mouth again, but failed every time. Everyone started to get anxious.
At this moment, the little girl suddenly opened her eyes slowly:
"Brother, I want you..."
Lin Sanqi put down the bowl, quickly hugged the thin little girl and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, I am your brother, you are here!"
"Brother, I can't walk anymore, I need a hug..."
"Okay, hug me, brother will hold you, brother will take you to BeiJ, take you to see Tian Eucalyptus Gate, take you to eat meat!"
"Eat meat, eat meat..."
The little girl's voice became softer and softer, and then there was no sound. Lin Sanqi touched her carotid artery with trembling hands, but there was no pulse after a long time.
The female doctor screamed, "She's dead! Hurry up and bring her brother here so they can see each other for the last time!"
"I'll go get you!"
The people around started to make a lot of noise, but Lin Sanqi was the only one who was quietly holding the little girl in his arms, like a kitten.
He was blaming himself, blaming himself for being a time traveler, why was he so afraid of everything he did, worried about this and that? He clearly had the ability to save others, but in the end he had to watch them die.
What’s the use of such a time traveler?
If I had given her an IV and fever-reducing medicine as soon as I met the little girl and her brother, perhaps she would not have died.
Just because of my momentary hesitation, a life was lost...
(End of this chapter)
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