Chapter 266: Earning Hundreds of Millions is Not Enough to Pay
Lin Sanqi was absent-minded the whole morning.
He sat behind his father, watching his father and elder brother continue to see patients, and all he could think about was what to do.
First, I have to go back to 2013 to buy medicine. I must buy antiviral drugs such as ritonavir tablets, ambavir, and romidesvir. Ibuprofen, acetaminophen, etc. are also essential for reducing fever and relieving pain.
In addition, hormonal anti-inflammatory drugs are essential. Fortunately, dexamethasone needles and prednisone needles are not too expensive, and you can buy as much as you want.
Do we also need to purchase masks, protective clothing, isolation clothing, nucleic acid test strips, etc., and vaccines?
Oh, no need for vaccines...
In addition to buying medicine, a large amount of rescue equipment is needed.
Yes, a ventilator!
Because the mask virus will attack the human lungs in a targeted manner, causing the lungs to produce secretions, blocking the alveoli and trachea, causing the patient to have difficulty breathing, a decrease in blood oxygen content, and an increase in carbon dioxide concentration, which in turn leads to failure of other organs and ultimately death.
Therefore, ventilators are indispensable and are also the key to saving lives. You need to buy therapeutic ventilators, emergency ventilators, out-of-hospital transport ventilators, high-frequency jet ventilators, high-frequency oscillation ventilators, etc.
In addition to the ventilator, you also need to buy an ECMO, which is extracorporeal membrane oxygenation (ECMO). This thing costs several million yuan each and is too expensive.
How many units should I buy?
Lin Sanqi sat there, his eyes were blurred and he felt like crying.
I made hundreds of millions by traveling through time, but now I have to spit it all out. Maybe it’s not enough, as hundreds of millions are far from enough to face a mask epidemic.
In another world, the world has spent more than trillions of dollars on masks to fight the epidemic.
The United States paid the price of millions of deaths, which can be said to be shooting itself in the foot.
Lin Sanqi suddenly realized that it wasn't just a matter of money, medicine, and medical equipment; it was also a matter of technology. This would require comprehensive training for doctors in 1960, but with only a few Western medicine doctors in the country, how could they be enough?
Lin Sanqi felt like his head was about to explode. He could already imagine that in the future, a kneeling statue of himself would be erected at the entrance to Qianmen Street, and everyone who passed by would be able to spit on it.
It’s over, it’s over, this will be forever infamous…
Lin Kushen and Lin Gancao also noticed Lin Sanqi's abnormality. The father and son looked at each other and felt puzzled. They didn't understand why Lin Sanqi looked so anxious?
Suddenly, a sharp cry broke out from the crowd waiting in the outpatient hall:
"Son, son, what's wrong with you? Son, don't scare your mother!"
"Doctor, doctor, help! My son is having convulsions!"
As doctors, we all know that high fever convulsions may look scary, but they are not actually very harmful. Therefore, Lin Kushen was not in a hurry. He just reminded his youngest son who had been in a daze:
"Xiao Qi, Lin Sanqi?!"
"Ah, ah, Dad, what's wrong?"
"There's a child with a fever outside. Didn't you claim to reduce a fever in half an hour? Go and get him there quickly. I can't leave here."
Lin Sanqi quickly stood up, knocking over the stool, still a little absent-minded:
"Okay, I'll go and rescue him right away!"
When Lin Sanqi arrived, he saw a little girl about three years old lying on the ground, twitching constantly, her face ashen, and foaming at the mouth, scaring everyone around her so much that they ran away.
The child's mother was crying loudly beside him, while Pan Ye was squatting on the side, performing acupuncture with silver needles in his hand.
Lin Sanqi ran over and asked, "How is the child?"
Pan Ye said without even raising his head:
"Teacher Han has already taught me how to perform acupuncture first aid for children with febrile seizures. I'll help relieve the convulsions, and I'll leave the fever reduction to you."
"good!"
Lin Sanqi knew that he didn't have time to think too much, so he had to take care of the patients in front of him first, and save as many as he could.
"By the way, this mask is for you. You continue with the injection and I'll put it on for you!"
Lin Sanqi took out an N95 mask and asked Pan Ye to put it on. If this was really a mask disease, N95 could prevent it anyway.
Suddenly he felt that he was really heartless, forgetting his father after getting a wife, so he quickly squeezed into the clinic and asked his father and elder brother to wear it.
The fear is that the first-generation virus is too toxic and the mortality rate is too high.
During lunch time, the Chinese Medicine Hospital held a simple meeting to analyze the patient's condition. Both President Shen and Vice President Ji attended the meeting in person.
However, 12 veteran national treasures did not attend the meeting because they are still in labor reform and cannot participate in activities publicly or even have public outpatient clinics.
Dean Shen looked at Lin Kucan and asked:
"Lao Lin, you're an expert in typhoid fever. What do you think is going on with this wave of fever in Changping? The higher-ups are taking it very seriously. After all, Changping is only a few dozen miles from the city. If it spreads to the city, the damage would be huge."
People have always been afraid of plagues, especially in the capital area, which often has a huge impact on social stability.
Therefore, the higher authorities instructed the Chinese medicine hospital, which had already established a branch in Changping, to focus on treatment first and eliminate the epidemic as quickly as possible, and absolutely prevent it from spreading to the capital's urban area.
This matter has risen to a political level.
Lin Kucan thought for a moment and said in a deep voice:
"We only know that this unknown epidemic is an exogenous acute febrile disease with fever as the main symptom.
The Suwen (Suwen) Treatise on Fever states, "All fevers are types of colds." The Difficult Classic (Nanjing) states, "There are five types of colds: stroke, colds, damp-heat, fever, and febrile disease."
In my opinion, this epidemic is a fever, and the most severe kind."
The other doctors in the room nodded repeatedly after hearing this. Chinese medicine emphasizes dialectics, and the type of fever must be identified first before the right medicine can be prescribed.
Dean Shen did not interrupt Lin Kucan, and took notes carefully with a pen and paper. After all, he also had to report to his superiors.
"Wind-heat first attacks the lungs, then damp-heat moves directly to the middle channel, eventually reaching the spleen and stomach. The disease begins in the lungs and stomach, but in severe cases it can spread backwards to the pericardium, then to the qi and blood, penetrating deep into the blood, causing wind-induced convulsions and eventually turning from paralysis to collapse.
Therefore, heat syndromes are treated by dissipating heat and promoting lung function, using Yinqiao Powder and Maxing Shigan Decoction. For damp-heat, the focus is on clearing and dispersing dampness, using formulas such as Huopu Xialing Decoction, Ganlu Xiaodu Dan, and Wang's Lianpu Yin. Both of these methods work by transmitting qi to the ying, yet they achieve the same end.
As for the efficacy? It is effective. A small number of patients can quickly reduce their fever, but most patients still have a high fever. There are two reasons for this. Either my medical skills are not good enough, or the epidemic fever is too fierce and difficult to suppress.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the conference room started talking.
Fang Sanxiao is a pediatrician. He also spoke with concern at this time:
"Fever. Heat is fire, and fire is a yang evil. Its nature is inflammatory. Therefore, this wave of plague is mostly caused by fire and heat. High fever, thirst, sweating, and a rapid pulse are common. Because of the fire and heat, the symptoms are also manifested as restlessness, insomnia, irritability, restlessness, coma, and delirium. The symptoms are generally severe.
There's nothing wrong with Doctor Lin's prescriptions. The problem is that this wave of plague is so fierce. Everyone should remember the fever epidemic that broke out in Peking in 1941. It had the same symptoms and was just as severe, and it killed a lot of people..."
When talking about the plague 20 years ago, many old Beijingers were instantly horrified and took a deep breath.
The plague was also characterized by persistent high fever, which eventually led to corpses everywhere in the city, with tens of thousands of deaths.
Dean Shen stopped writing and knocked on the table:
"Everyone here is an experienced doctor and comrade. You shouldn't be so afraid of the epidemic. What era was 1941? That was the old society. The warlords and the Japanese devils didn't treat the people as human beings. How could they think of treating the people?
What time is it now? This is our great socialist country. Our purpose is to serve the people wholeheartedly and to spare no expense for the health and safety of the people. Therefore, we should cheer up and eliminate the epidemic at its source.
After Dean Shen finished speaking, he saw Lin Sanqi frowning in the corner, and he felt unhappy.
I thought that now is the time to boost morale. Why are you, Lin Sanqi, so timid and scared?
"Hey, Comrade Lin Sanqi, aren't you known as Dr. Lin? You have a secret recipe, and it seems you have your own ideas and solutions for the fever epidemic. Would you mind sharing a few words?"
Pan Ye gently poked her boyfriend's waist, and Lin Sanqi came back to his senses in an instant.
Seeing Dean Shen's vicious eyes, he coughed a few times:
"Well, I don't quite understand what Dr. Lin Kushen just said about heat and dampness. Let me share my personal opinion."
There was a sudden silence in the conference room, followed by a burst of laughter.
Lin Kucan looked at his mischievous little son and smiled helplessly. A child of a traditional Chinese medicine family specializing in cold syndromes actually said he didn't understand fever syndromes? It was really laughable.
Of course, Lin Kucan was not angry. He was not like other fathers who thought that their sons must be "similar to themselves", otherwise it would be unfilial and a great act of treason.
Dean Shen thought Lin Sanqi felt the atmosphere was too heavy and was deliberately making a joke to lighten the mood, so after laughing, he asked:
"Okay, tell me what you think."
"My thought is, what virus, bacteria, fungus, or something else like mycoplasma or chlamydia is causing this epidemic? Only when we know the pathogenic microorganism can we treat it appropriately."
Everyone present immediately understood that what Lin Sanqi said was still Western medicine.
Many veteran Chinese medicine practitioners expressed disgust. Talking about Western medicine in Chinese medicine hospitals makes one a traitor to the Chinese medicine community.
Dean Shen heard everyone's whispers and deliberately asked, "So, is your so-called ibuprofen formula, Amo formula, a traditional Chinese medicine or a Western medicine?"
Lin Sanqi said without blushing or beating his heart:
"I'm a student of traditional Chinese medicine, so of course I use traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions."
After Lin Sanqi said this, the expressions of many Chinese medicine doctors in the conference room became much better.
"Wow, it's so lively..."
At this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly opened and a group of people came in.
Dean Shen narrowed his eyes, because the visitors were the old rivals of the Chinese Medicine Hospital, Tu Wenbin, the president of Union Hospital, and Ye Yongan, the vice president.
(End of this chapter)
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