A month passed peacefully, Mu Nanhe devoted himself to daily training, and Yang Qingyan went to the military hospital for an operation a few days later, which made the doctors in the military hospital admire her.
One day in January, the county hospital received several patients with cough, runny nose and low fever. At first, the doctors did not pay much attention to them and treated them as common colds with simple herbal medicine and folk remedies. Who would have thought that after only two days, the condition of these patients deteriorated rapidly. Not only did they have a high fever, but they also had difficulty breathing and general fatigue, and some even fell into a coma.
Doctor Zhang from the hospital was pacing back and forth in the yard with an anxious look on his face. When he met Doctor Li, who also looked serious, he quickly stopped him and asked, "Old Li, there is something wrong with these patients. The herbs and methods we used have no effect at all. What do you think is going on?"
Doctor Li sighed and shook his head helplessly: "I don't know either. I've never seen such a difficult disease before. And have you noticed that this disease seems to be contagious? Xiao Wang, who was in charge of taking care of him yesterday, also started to have a fever and cough."
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a noise coming from not far away. It turned out that a new patient was sent in, and the accompanying family members shouted in panic: "Doctor, please save my family, he has the same symptoms as the previous ones, this disease is contagious too quickly, and many people in our village are starting to feel unwell!" For a while, the whole hospital was filled with panic.
Sure enough, within a few days, the disease spread explosively throughout the county. The hospital was overwhelmed, with wards and corridors filled with patients groaning in pain.
There was a severe shortage of hospital beds, and patients could only lie on makeshift wooden beds. Their family members gathered around them, their faces full of anxiety and despair. Their cries and pleadings were intertwined, and the whole hospital was shrouded in a gloom.
The doctors worked day and night, exhausted, and tried every possible herb and treatment, but with little success.
After Yang Qingyan learned the news, she took the initiative to go to the military hospital to help. As soon as she entered the hospital, she ran into Dr. Zhao, who was in charge of the treatment of the epidemic. She said anxiously: "Dr. Zhao, I want to join the fight against the epidemic. Although I am not a formal medical staff, I have helped a lot in the health center and I also know some pharmacological knowledge. Please let me stay!"
Doctor Zhao looked at her determined eyes and nodded: "Okay, now is the time when we are in need of help. It's great to have your help. Come with me."
In the hospital, Yang Qingyan was busy helping doctors take care of patients and sort out medical records. She found that the patients' conditions progressed very quickly, and many went from mild symptoms to critically ill in just a few days.
She looked at the patients struggling in pain on the hospital beds, her heart filled with anxiety, and she was secretly determined to find a cure.
At the same time, the troops were not immune. The virus spread faster during the soldiers' high-intensity training and collective life. Many soldiers suddenly collapsed on the training ground, had fever, coughed, and were too weak to continue their mission.
While helping in the hospital, Yang Qingyan realized the severity of the illness and took the initiative to apply to participate in drug research and development. She spent all day in the simple pharmacy of the military hospital, with various medical books and herbal medicine samples piled on her desk. She kept trying various combinations of herbal medicine formulas, and recorded the patient's reactions after taking them in detail in each experiment.
One day, Doctor Zhao walked into the pharmacy and saw Yang Qingyan with bloodshot eyes. He advised: "Qingyan, you have been working all night. Go and have a rest first. Don't let your body get exhausted."
Yang Qingyan shook her head and said firmly: "Doctor Zhao, I'm fine. There are more and more patients now. If I do more, they will suffer less."
Countless failed experiments did not discourage her, but instead aroused her inner fighting spirit. "I must find a solution and not let the patients continue to suffer." Yang Qingyan vowed in her heart.
As time went by, the condition became more serious, the number of patients continued to increase, and the pressure on the hospital and the troops increased. Yang Qingyan was extremely anxious and only rested for three or four hours a day. The rest of the time was spent analyzing cases and adjusting prescriptions.
By chance, Yang Qingyan discovered a special combination of herbs in an experiment, which had a certain effect on relieving symptoms, but the effect was not ideal. She fell into deep thought, thinking of her hidden superpowers, and her heart was full of knots. Using superpowers means exposing secrets, which may bring unknown risks, but looking at the suffering patients in the ward and the fallen soldiers in the army, she gritted her teeth and decided to discuss the matter with Mu Nanhe.
Yang Qingyan found Mu Nanhe and said, "Nanhe, there are more and more patients in the hospital now. Their conditions are deteriorating too quickly. Conventional treatments are simply ineffective. I want to use my special powers to treat the patients directly. If they continue like this, their lives will be in danger!"
Mu Nanhe frowned, held Yang Qingyan's hand, and said earnestly: "Qingyan, I understand your feelings. When I saw my fallen comrades, my heart was burning with anxiety. But have you ever thought about how great the danger you will face once your ability is exposed? Those with ulterior motives will definitely not let you go."
Yang Qingyan lowered her head and was silent for a moment, then raised her head and said firmly: "I know there is danger, but I can't just watch them suffer, I want to give it a try."
Mu Nanhe sighed softly and said, "I understand your determination, but you have limited energy. Even if you use your supernatural powers to treat people day and night, how many people can you save? And if you overuse your supernatural powers for a long time, your body will not be able to bear it."
After hearing this, Yang Qingyan was silent for a long time, then her eyes suddenly lit up and she said excitedly, "I've got it! I don't need to use my superpowers to treat directly, I can inject my superpowers into water, and then use this water to boil the herbs. This may enhance the efficacy of the medicine and save more people, and it won't be easy to be exposed. Even if someone finds that the efficacy of the medicine is abnormal, they can't develop a specific formula and can't even associate it with superpowers."
Mu Nanhe looked at her, his eyes full of worry and admiration: "Qingyan, but this is still risky after all. You must be careful and careful, and never let others find out. If there is anything wrong, you must tell me immediately."
Yang Qingyan nodded vigorously: "I will, I will protect myself and develop effective medicine as soon as possible to save everyone."
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