The following day, Wednesday!
The weather outside is pretty good; although there's a light drizzle, it doesn't prevent people from going out.
Naturally, this kind of weather could not affect Su Zhengnan's morning exercise.
Tap tap tap...
After strolling around the school's playground a few times, Su Zhengnan did not see Zhang Ziyang and the others coming out for their morning exercise.
I wonder what those guys have been up to?
Maybe it's because the school anniversary is coming up soon, so there's no time to come out for morning exercise?
Su Zhengnan shook his head and ignored the students, standing on the open ground of the playground and practicing the Vajra Longevity Kung Fu in the light drizzle.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
After completing several repetitions of the Vajra Longevity Exercise.
Su Zhengnan turned around and went to the school cafeteria for breakfast, and then slowly returned to the school clinic to work.
Back in the clinic, Su Zhengnan, as usual, first made himself a cup of ginseng and goji berry tea, then turned on the computer on his desk and glanced at the medical records he had made recently before organizing them.
Tap tap tap...
It was at this moment.
Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.
Zhou Zixuan rushed in, panting, and said urgently, "Dr. Su, something bad has happened! The academic affairs director just called to say that all the students in Class 3 of the 2004 Literature Department are experiencing abdominal pain and headaches, and he wants you to come and take a look right away."
"Hmm, what?"
Su Zhengnan was startled and immediately slung his first-aid kit over his shoulder and rushed towards Class 3 of the 2004 Literature Department.
Soon, Su Zhengnan and Zhou Zixuan arrived at the classroom of Class 3, Literature Department.
As soon as he stepped into the classroom, he noticed that all the students in the room were sitting in their seats, clutching their stomachs and howling in pain.
"What happened? How could these perfectly healthy students all fall ill at the same time?"
Su Zhengnan looked at the teacher behind him with great confusion and asked.
Because it was an unexpected situation, and all the students in the class developed these symptoms at the same time.
Teacher Song was worried it might be some kind of infectious disease, so he didn't let the students leave the classroom. He followed closely behind Su Zhengnan and replied:
"This... I don't know either. I had just arrived this morning and had only been teaching my students for a few minutes when they all started complaining of stomach aches. I have no idea what's wrong!"
Upon hearing this, Su Zhengnan did not respond, but stepped forward to examine the student.
With just one pulse reading, Su Zhengnan discovered that their pulses were somewhat deep and tight, and that their spleen pulses were deep yet showed signs of outward bulging.
This pulse!
It seems to be the same pulse as those of the students who came to see the doctor yesterday!
Is this... dysentery?
Su Zhengnan raised an eyebrow and turned to glance at the students sitting in the classroom.
The next moment, he spotted the students who had come to see the doctor yesterday among the group of students.
Su Zhengnan immediately understood what was going on. He walked straight up to the students and said, "Didn't I tell you yesterday to call your teacher and ask for leave after taking your medicine? Why didn't you listen to the doctor's orders?"
"Ah, this..."
Upon hearing Su Zhengnan's question, the students realized why they had all suddenly experienced stomach aches.
It's obvious that the whole class was infected by those few people.
One of the students turned to look at the teacher, sighed helplessly, and said, "We called the teacher to ask for leave, but the teacher wouldn't allow it..."
"Hmm? Is that so?"
Su Zhengnan turned to look at Teacher Song behind him and asked.
"Ask for leave?"
Teacher Song shrugged, looking bewildered, and said, "They didn't call me to ask for leave, and yesterday wasn't my class either. I guess they called Teacher Li!"
"May I ask who this teacher, Ms. Li, is?"
As Su Zhengnan asked the question, he took out paper and pen to write down the prescription.
Now that it has been confirmed that all the students in the classroom have been infected with dysentery, it is definitely necessary to prescribe medicine.
Teacher Song quickly replied, "Teacher Li is our class advisor. Students usually ask her for leave."
Upon hearing this, Su Zhengnan nodded and said, "Then please have Teacher Song call the Dean of Academic Affairs and tell him that all students in Class 3 of the 2004 Literature Department need to take leave for the next few days."
"ah?"
Teacher Song was taken aback for a moment, and asked with some surprise, "Does everyone have to ask for leave? Then there's no class?"
"Still going to class? Unless you want the whole school to become like this!"
Su Zhengnan said somewhat irritably, then turned to Zhou Zixuan behind him and instructed, "Hurry back and prepare the medicine. Ask Doctor Sun for help; the whole class needs to take the medicine."
"Okay, I understand."
Zhou Zixuan nodded in response, took the prescription from Su Zhengnan, and ran back to the school clinic.
Watching Zhou Zixuan hurriedly leave Beijing Film Academy, Teacher Song seemed to have guessed something and asked Su Zhengnan:
"Dr. Su, this...this isn't some kind of infectious disease, is it? Is it serious?"
Su Zhengnan glanced at him and said, "Yes, it's a mild infectious disease, but it's not a big problem. You don't need to worry. As long as you wash your hands frequently and pay attention to hygiene, you generally won't get infected."
"This infectious disease is not transmitted through the air, so it's not a big problem. Just let these students rest for two days and avoid contact with others."
Upon hearing this, Teacher Song quickly nodded and replied, "Okay, okay, I understand. I'll call the academic affairs director right away."
As she spoke, Teacher Song took out her phone and called the academic affairs director, explaining the situation.
When the academic affairs director learned that all the students in Class 3 of the 2004 Literature Department had contracted an infectious disease, he was shocked and immediately went to the principal to tell him about it.
After all, the National Day holiday is just a few days away, which also coincides with the 54th anniversary of the school.
What if there really is an infectious disease outbreak at the school?
It seems that the reputation of the Beijing Film Academy, built up over decades, is about to be ruined.
"An infectious disease? Are you sure?"
Zhang Huijun was stunned for a moment, then immediately took out his phone and made a call to Su Zhengnan.
Ring ring!
When Su Zhengnan received the call from Principal Zhang, he immediately explained the contagiousness of dysentery to him.
After listening to Su Zhengnan's explanation.
Zhang Huijun breathed a sigh of relief and said, "So the infection situation isn't too serious, right? As long as those students rest well for a few days and don't come into contact with others, the infection won't continue?"
"Yes, it appears that this dysentery is transmitted through physical contact."
Su Zhengnan nodded and said, "The student who initially contracted dysentery has improved a lot. It's possible that they didn't ask for leave to rest yesterday, which led to the whole class getting infected."
"Okay, I understand."
After learning that dysentery was not airborne, Zhang Huijun hung up the phone and then instructed the academic affairs director:
"All students in Class 3 of the Literature Department in 2004 are given a holiday. We are also calling their counselor to ask him to write a self-criticism."
For Teacher Li from Class 3, Department of Literature, Class of 2004.
Principal Zhang Huijun expressed his anger, saying that if the other party had not refused the students' leave requests yesterday, the entire class would not have been infected today.
Therefore, this self-criticism must be written, and it must be done in front of the entire school.
After checking the entire class and confirming there were no other problems, Su Zhengnan turned to Teacher Song and said:
"Teacher Song, let me take your pulse too!"
"Okay!"
Teacher Song quickly extended her wrist and presented it to Su Zhengnan.
Immediately, Su Zhengnan took his pulse and said, "It seems that you have also been infected, Teacher Song. I will ask Nurse Zhou to make another batch of medicine. After you take the medicine, you should all go back and rest. Remember not to have any physical contact with other people."
After saying that, Su Zhengnan took out his phone and called Zhou Zixuan at the school clinic, asking her to give him another dose of medicine.
More than half an hour later.
Su Zhengnan brought all the students from Class 3 of the 2004 Literature Department, along with Teacher Song, to the school clinic. He then had them line up one by one to take their medicine, and told the rest that they just needed to rest.
Fortunately, there weren't many students in this class, less than thirty.
However, even with only thirty students.
It took quite a bit of time to decoct so many doses of Chinese medicine.
It wasn't until lunchtime that all the students had taken their medication and returned to their dormitories to rest.
After taking the medicine, Teacher Song naturally understood the cause of the infection. She couldn't help but curse Teacher Li inwardly, thinking, "He's out of his mind. It's just a student asking for leave. Why is he making such a fuss about it?"
If it weren't for the fact that the other party refused to grant leave to the previous students.
He wouldn't have contracted dysentery.
Fortunately, the dysentery was not severe, and his body had a strong immune system, so he did not experience any symptoms after taking the medicine.
After dealing with all the students in Class 3 of the 2004 Literature Department.
Su Zhengnan turned to Zhou Zixuan and Sun Huaiwei and said, "You two should also be careful. Remember to wash your hands with disinfectant later, and prepare more medicine according to my prescription, just in case."
"Okay, Dr. Su, we understand."
Zhou Zixuan and Sun Huaiwei nodded to indicate that they understood, and then turned around and ran to wash their hands.
They were also afraid of getting infected.
Although Zhou Zixuan had already been in contact with the first few students yesterday and had not been infected herself, she still felt a little scared.
Although this outbreak of dysentery was somewhat sudden.
Fortunately, the situation was handled in time, and as long as it doesn't spread further, there shouldn't be any major problems.
afternoon.
After having lunch, Su Zhengnan rested for a while and then called to inquire about the situation with Teacher Song.
Teacher Song is quite responsible, and immediately said, "Fortunately, most students' symptoms have been relieved after taking the medicine, and the school has also specially arranged for people to deliver meals to each dormitory. These days, the students have stayed in their dormitories and haven't wandered around."
"Okay, that's good. At most, three days of medication should be enough for a full recovery."
Su Zhengnan smiled and reassured Teacher Song before hanging up the phone.
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