Chapter 65 Chapter 65 Isolation

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Everyone knows that the unknown virus is highly contagious.

The protective suit was torn and stained with dirty stuff... Gu Mengran paused abruptly and stood there stiffly and helplessly.

It wasn't that he was afraid that Liang Zhao would infect him, but the protective suit was too dirty and might be carrying the virus, so Gu Mengran didn't dare to get close to him easily.

The protective mask was too stuffy, and the intense feeling of suffocation was like a big hot hand covering Gu Mengran's mouth and nose tightly, suddenly making it a little difficult for him to breathe.

Gu Mengran tried his best to remain calm. His lips moved, but he could hear his own trembling voice: "Where is it broken? I won't go over. Let me take a look."

Liang Zhao stopped walking back and stood there in a daze for a few seconds.

A slightly distorted voice came from the headphones. Although Liang Zhao couldn't see Gu Mengran's expression through the protective mask, he could clearly feel his nervousness and worry.

After hesitating for a moment, Liang Zhao slowly turned sideways facing the two people, exposing the left side of his body that had been hidden all the time to the two people.

A hole, an opening, Gu Mengran thought of many possibilities, but he never expected that Liang Zhao's protective suit was completely open from the waist to the ankles.

It looked as if it had been cut open with a sharp knife. The cut was smooth and the black work pants inside seemed to have a high slit on the side. The smooth and slender thighs were clearly visible, and the bright red blood stains on the skin could be vaguely seen.

His heart instantly rose to his throat. Gu Mengran took a deep breath, clenched his hands at his sides into fists, and spoke with difficulty: "Are you injured? Is your blood still?"

Liang Zhao hummed and explained softly, "My skin was a little broken."

This virus is not necessarily transmitted through the respiratory tract, but it is most likely transmitted through contact. High-pressure water guns are inevitably contaminated by dirt when sprayed at close range. Liang Zhao's protective suit was damaged over a large area, and his thigh was injured. The probability of him being infected with the virus...

His rusty brain started to work, and after thinking for a moment, Gu Mengran miraculously calmed down.

Worrying all the time is useless; timely treatment and isolation are the top priorities.

Seeing that Liang Zhao's thigh injury was not serious, he pursed his lips and arranged in an orderly manner: "Go back to the house for disinfection and prepare for isolation. Don't worry too much, we have enough medicine."

Liang Zhao nodded slightly and said "OK".

The deck was extremely dirty, especially where the water gun had just been fired. There was thick sewage flowing on the ground, just like a sewer.

Of course, their bodies were not completely clean either, so they had to take a shower and disinfect before returning home in order to avoid bringing the virus back to the cabin.

Gu Mengran and Zheng Yijie's protective clothing was intact, so it was easy to clean up. They just needed to find a clean place to rinse it with a hose, then take off the protective clothing, go to another place to take a shower, and finally disinfect their whole body with medical alcohol and change into clean clothes.

Liang Zhao, a close contact, considered himself an infected person. He kept a safe distance from Gu Mengran and Zheng Yijie at all times, and carefully cleaned and disinfected on the open deck under the scorching sun.

Finally, he asked Gu Mengran to get him a new set of protective clothing to wear, and then he followed the two men into the cabin.

Liang Zhao was not the only one who needed to be isolated. The old man was too old to stand the torture, so he walked through the living room to the corridor. Gu Mengran glanced at Zheng Yijie who was holding the door handle and whispered, "Don't go out for the next two days. Stay in the room. If you need anything, call me on the intercom."

Zheng Yijie was slightly stunned, pulled back his hand that was about to open the door, touched the walkie-talkie on his waist and said, "There is nothing to eat in my room, so how can I eat?"

Gu Mengran: "Let grandpa bring it to us."

"Oh, okay." Zheng Yijie responded, but he had no intention of entering the house.

He looked back at the living room which was in a mess due to the collision, sighed fiercely, and turned his gaze to Gu Mengran again: "Where is the ship? The Fengyi was hit several times, and we don't know what happened yet. The deck is dirty and hasn't been cleaned up yet, and the cabin is also a mess."

There were too many troubles. Gu Mengran's brows, which had just relaxed, wrinkled again. He said helplessly, "If the boat can still sail, let grandpa sail first. If there is a big problem, he will definitely tell us. As for the rest... never mind. People are the most important."

Zheng Yijie nodded, opened the door and walked in.

There was a crisp "click" sound, and only two people were left in the corridor. Gu Mengran turned around to look at Liang Zhao, who was wearing protective clothing but insisted on keeping a distance from him, and walked straight to the door of his bedroom.

Liang Zhao would not come if he hadn't left.

Gu Mengran said nothing and pushed the door open and walked into the bedroom.

After spending the entire morning suffering from the unexpected disaster, Gu Mengran was physically and mentally exhausted, physically and mentally drained.

The unknown is frightening. The fact that Liang Zhao might be infected is like a heavy stone pressing on his chest. Gu Mengran always feels a little breathless.

Medicine was his blind spot. The only thing that was certain was that the virus was definitely not the chickenpox he knew, but more like... an upgraded version of chickenpox?

Unable to solve the problem by himself, Gu Mengran closed the door, did not take a step forward, sat cross-legged on the ground, and took out a laptop and USB flash drive from the space.

Gu Mengran connected the USB drive to the computer, opened the folder, found the "Family Doctor's Practical Handbook" that he had downloaded in advance among the documents, then found the part about herpes through the table of contents and began to read it carefully.

Herpes simplex, shingles, chickenpox…

After looking around, the symptoms of that group of people were most similar to those of chickenpox.

Gu Mengran did not dare to delay for too long and quickly began to prescribe medicine according to the treatment methods in the manual. Heat-clearing and detoxifying granules, antiviral drugs, skin topical ointments, anti-itching drugs, antipyretic drugs...

Fortunately, the preparations before the disaster were sufficient, and they matched the items one by one according to the manual. Surprisingly, everything was matched without missing anything. Soon, the small cardboard box next to Gu Mengran was filled up.

After throwing the laptop back into the space, Gu Mengran took out medical alcohol, iodine, disinfectant, thermometer, etc. from the space one after another. Then a brand new protective suit appeared in his hand out of thin air. Without hesitation, Gu Mengran quickly stood up and put on the protective suit.

"Boom boom, boom boom."

Holding two cardboard boxes, one large and one small, Gu Mengran knocked on the door of the next bedroom.

A response soon came from inside the door. Liang Zhao seemed to be standing at the door, and his voice was extremely clear through the crack of the door.

"Just put it at the door."

Did you think he was here to deliver something? The protective suit was so soundproof that Gu Mengran cleared his throat and shouted, "Open the door, Liang Zhao, I want to come in!"

There was silence inside the door for a moment, and then there were faint footsteps. Then Liang Zhao's more sober voice rang through the door: "Meng Ran, I may be infected. Let me stay in isolation for a while. We will meet again in a few days."

"It's okay, Liang Zhao. I'm wearing a protective suit." Gu Mengran tried to reason with Liang Zhao: "I brought a lot of medicine. I have to tell you how to take it, so you don't take the wrong one."

Liang Zhao: "You speak now, I'm listening."

Gu Mengran's mind raced, and he pretended to be embarrassed: "But, but the names of these medicines are too difficult to pronounce. I don't even recognize some of the words. How can I explain them clearly?"

Liang Zhao seemed to be thinking about a solution. He was silent for two minutes and then slowly said, "Write down on a piece of paper what medicine I should take for my symptoms. This way, I won't make any mistakes."

Gu Mengran: …

This door must be entered today. Gu Mengran pondered for a moment, a sly look flashing in his eyes, "How about this, you open the curtains, I'll go to the deck outside and talk to you through the glass."

"No, it's too hot outside and it's not safe." Liang Zhao immediately refused.

Gu Mengran shrugged helplessly, "This doesn't work, and that doesn't work. So what do you think we should do? How about you open the door and I'll stand at the door and talk to you?"

Before he finished speaking, the door opened a crack.

Seeing Gu Mengran wearing protective clothing through the crack in the door, Liang Zhao felt relieved. He opened the crack a little wider, revealing half of his head, and raised his chin towards Gu Mengran, "Go ahead."

More than an hour passed, and Liang Zhao was still wearing the protective suit.

Gu Mengran frowned, put his foot against the crack of the door, and stared at him with wide eyes, "Why don't you take off your protective suit? Aren't you hot?"

"Fortunately, the air conditioner is on." Liang Zhao stared at the two cartons, as if silently urging Gu Mengran to get down to business.

Gu Meng picked up the carton and passed it over. "Help me hold it first. I'll show you the boxes one by one."

The door was only opened two inches wide, so the cardboard box could not get in. Liang Zhao took a half step back helplessly. Just as he was about to open the door wider, Gu Mengran suddenly pushed the door open with his knee and slid into the bedroom like a loach.

"you--"

Liang Zhao subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop him, but when his fingertips were about to touch Gu Mengran, he suddenly thought of something, pulled his hand back abruptly, and quickly stepped back to distance himself from Gu Mengran.

His heart seemed to be pierced by a needle. Gu Mengran's eyes darkened slightly and he forced a smile, "It's okay, I'm wearing a protective suit. This protective suit is of good quality. I always buy the expensive ones. As long as it doesn't need to be cut by a knife, it won't--"

He stopped talking halfway because Gu Mengran suddenly thought of how Liang Zhao's protective suit was torn.

After closing the door, Gu Mengran swaggered into the bedroom carrying two boxes of medicine.

Liang Zhao stood aside, not knowing what to do. Gu Mengran put the medicine box on the bedside table, turned around and waved at him, "Don't stay in your room alone. Take off your protective clothing and sit here."

"No, you can see it from here."

Liang Zhao did not move, always keeping a distance of four or five meters from Gu Mengran.

Obviously, he thought Gu Mengran was just here to deliver some medicine and explain the dosage. Gu Mengran had no intention of leaving. He stared at Liang Zhao without blinking and threatened him in a low voice, "Are you sure you don't want to take it off? Do you want me to help you?"

Liang Zhao: "...Why do you have to take it off? You can say that."

"Because I need to treat the wound on your leg."

"you--"

"Yes, I lied to you." Gu Mengran pretended lazily.

Liang Zhao met his gaze and felt a warm feeling in his heart.

Not daring to get close to Gu Mengran doesn't mean he doesn't want to get close to Gu Mengran. There is no way to continue in this stalemate. Liang Zhao retreated to the floor-to-ceiling window and took off his protective suit by himself.

The wound on the thigh was not serious. Like the protective suit, it was cut by a sharp weapon. The wound was long, deep at the top and shallow at the bottom. After being showered and disinfected, it no longer bleeds, and the skin around the edge is slightly white.

The gauze that he brought specially was of no use. Gu Mengran carefully disinfected the wound with iodine and then tore off two Band-Aids and put them on.

After taking care of the external injuries, Gu Mengran took out a mercury thermometer from the box, shook it twice and handed it to Liang Zhao. After Liang Zhao put the thermometer under his armpit, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began his examination.

"Are you dizzy? Does your throat hurt? Do you feel weak all over, or even a little nauseous?" The barefoot doctor looked at his patient with a serious expression.

Liang Zhao was not in a good mood, but seeing Gu Mengran's serious expression, he couldn't help but chuckle, "Doctor, unless I'm infected with the zombie virus, it wouldn't develop so quickly."

"You understand again. This virus is different from the chickenpox we are familiar with. Who knows when it will break out." Gu Mengran glared at him dissatisfiedly.

Liang Zhao's smile deepened, and a happy arc appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Okay, Doctor Meng, but I don't have the symptoms you mentioned now, it's just..."

"Just what?" Gu Mengran asked hurriedly.

Liang Zhao: "I'm a little hungry."

Having said that... Gu Mengran suddenly felt a little hungry too.

I brought everything except food. Gu Mengran waved his hand and said, "Just be hungry for a while. We'll talk about it later. I can't get anything with my protective suit on."

"Okay." Liang Zhao nodded obediently.

Five minutes were up, and Gu Mengran decisively stretched out his hand, motioning Liang Zhao to hand him the thermometer.

Liang Zhao obediently took out the thermometer, but did not hand it out immediately. He moved it under his own eyes and looked at it.

Then Gu Mengran saw that the hard-earned smile in the other person's eyes gradually faded away.

"What's wrong? How many degrees?" Gu Mengran stood up and reached out to grab the thermometer.

Knowing he couldn't escape, Liang Zhao didn't resist and let him take away the thermometer.

Gu Mengran pinched the tail of the thermometer with one hand and turned it gently. The scale where the silver mercury reached was: 38.9℃.