Chapter 756 Is she okay?
The young nurse meant well.
Bian Zhi smiled to express his gratitude and reached out to take the notebook.
Just when it was about to be received, the notebook was stopped by someone halfway.
Bian Zhi took a closer look.
"It's you!"
"It's me."
"This is a matter of life and death! Give me the notebook!" Bian Zhi was rarely angry!
"Don't you think too highly of yourself? This is about human life? It's about the baby in your belly, right?" The person outside the door sneered and stuffed the notebook back into the young nurse's arms. "This Bian Zhi is full of nonsense. You're young, so believe her. Don't give her the notebook. She's mentally ill. If she goes crazy, can you afford it?"
The young doctor looked at Bian Zhi inside the door and said hesitantly, "But... she just said that combining Chinese and Western medicine might provide some unexpected solutions."
"Tsk—you believe everything she says. You know she just came back from abroad, right? She used to be the director of this Chinese medicine hospital. She went abroad because she got into trouble. You know the recent scandal at the hospital, the corruption case, and the main person responsible is her mother. How can such a person with such a bad reputation have the heart to cure diseases and save lives? She's just trying to fool you. Don't pay attention to her.
It's not her turn to combine Chinese and Western medicine. You all just wait and see. The famous Dr. Liao will be here soon. He's a great figure in Chinese medicine. It was thanks to him that the plague was brought under control. Just wait and see. The disease will be under control soon."
Upon hearing this, Bian Zhi paused for a moment.
Dr. Liao will also be here.
Dr. Liao is a leading figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine and has participated in epidemic research many times. With his coming, Bian Zhi felt a little more at ease.
Her sleepiness came over her again. Bian Zhi blinked her eyes, stopped arguing, and went back to the small room and fell asleep again.
One day later.
Perhaps the combination of Chinese and Western medicine had achieved initial results, and there was a burst of joy outside. However, Bian Zhi, standing inside the door, was not as optimistic as he had imagined.
This infectious disease is severe and very different from previous chickenpox outbreaks.
After hearing about the prescription discussed by the people outside and the symptoms the patient experienced after taking the medicine, Bian Zhi, still feeling sleepy, stood by the door and said to the people outside, "There are some areas that need improvement in this prescription. I know Doctor Liao. If it's convenient for you, please let him know."
The person at the door glanced at Bian Zhi and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Tsk, who do you think you are? You know nothing, but you just want to see Dr. Liao. Dr. Liao is busy studying the prescription now." As he said that, he handed the food through the window to the small board in Bian Zhi's room.
Bian Zhi sensitively noticed the abnormal tone of the person at the door.
She immediately took three steps back, grabbed a handful of toilet paper, pushed the food to the door through the paper, and immediately blocked the air and closed the channel of communication.
Bian Zhi picked up the disinfectant spray at hand and sprayed it everywhere carefully. Then she said to the nurse outside through the door, "You'd better get your blood tested. You have contagious symptoms."
The man at the door glared at me when he heard this, and flew into a rage. "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm in good health. I'm telling you, the condition is under control now. Doctor Liao even gave us some preventative medicine, so the condition will be under control soon! Stop talking nonsense!"
Bian Zhi sighed and said no more.
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
The nurse at the door suddenly had a high fever and fainted, and was taken away for isolation. Because the patient was highly contagious, all the nurses at the door were taken away very quickly.
Bian Zhi wore a mask, opened the wooden door, and looked at the new nurse outside through the iron gate.
She picked a friendly-looking person and asked, "I want to ask, how is Zhou Suihuai, the 1602?"
The nurse was absent-minded at first and replied, "I don't know," but when she looked up and saw that it was Bian Zhi, her eyes widened and she walked up to Bian Zhi, "Director Bian, is that you?"
Bian Zhi had no impression of the person in front of him.
"You have so many patients, it's normal that you don't remember me. My mother had a chronic illness before, and you cured it. Didn't you say you went abroad? How did you end up in a traditional Chinese medicine hospital? And...how did you end up being locked up in there?"
Bian Zhi didn't have time to explain so much. There was a serious atmosphere everywhere. Bian Zhi only wanted to know about Zhou Suihuai's condition.
"1602? Except for your room, everyone else on this floor has been infected. It seems the nurse from before got infected again. Everyone ate during the food delivery, so no one is immune."
Bian Zhi lowered his eyes.
"But I heard that the people on this floor were originally in good health, so the symptoms weren't very obvious."
Bian Zhi pursed her lips. She knew that this was just the beginning.
They had just come into contact with the food and already had symptoms, which means the incubation period of the virus has shortened.
The nurse took out the notebook, took a look, and said to Bian Zhi, "Director Bian, Zhou Suihuai, born in 1602, has had a fever since a day ago."
When Bian Zhi heard this, his whole body froze.
"Has he already had a fever...a day ago?"
"Yes, that's what's recorded in the record book, but there's no mention of any symptoms. He must have been fine originally, but it's strange. His condition is so different from others. Even the most healthy people will have a fever, vomit, and become increasingly unconscious. He doesn't seem to have any reaction from yesterday until now. Dean Bian, don't worry, I'll go take a look."
Bian Zhi nodded.
Then the nurse put on a tight protective mask and walked to 1602.
By opening a small window in the isolation room, I saw Zhou Suihuai curled up on the ground, shivering from the cold.
As if sensing someone was watching him, Zhou Suihuai weakly raised his head from his arms.
His mind was clouded by the high fever, and he had only one thought in his head: "I'm fine, no symptoms, no need to register."
The young nurse at the door looked at Zhou Suihuai lying on the ground. He no longer had the high spirits that he had seen in the clinic before.
His hair was soaked with sweat, his body was trembling from the cold, and he couldn't open his eyes, but he was still trying hard to express these words.
It's like a belief engraved in my bones.
The young nurse couldn't bear to see you and hurriedly said, "Are you running a high fever? How long has it been going on? I'll call someone over. I'm Director Bian, and I'm here to check on you. If you have any questions, just tell me and I'll tell Director Bian."
The person who was shivering and curled up on the ground suddenly paused after hearing these words.
Then, through the gap between his arms, he slowly raised his eyes.
Sweat dripped down her forehead as she moved, and the nurse heard the man on the ground say, "I'm fine."
"she……"
"Are you okay?"
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