Chapter 170: Making Isolation Tents
Hank: "We have nothing, what are we going to do?"
Chu Qiao: "I need a lot of cloth, but it can only be from healthy people. People infected with the virus cannot use anything."
Hank tilted his head, his eyes suddenly widened: "Uncle's house, there are a lot of cloth in his uncle's factory."
"take me."
Hank immediately took Chu Qiao to the depths of the village, where there was a simple brick house with a wooden sign hanging outside with a few crooked words written on it in blue chalk.
Chu Qiao stepped in with a look of doubt. Is this the factory Hank mentioned?
Inside were several sewing machines and a dozen rolls of khaki fabric.
On the ground, there was a bearded man sitting, his back to Chu Qiao, facing the rolls of cloth, in a daze, holding his head from time to time and sighing.
"Hello, I'm Chu Qiao from Beidou Country."
Chu Qiao spoke for a long time, but the man didn't move. Hank walked over and pushed him hard: "Uncle, uncle, what's wrong with you?"
He slowly turned his head and said, "What are you doing, little bastard?"
When he saw there were outsiders, the man raised his arms and quickly wiped the moisture off his face.
"Hank, how can you bring anyone into my factory? Are there any rules?"
Hank: "Uncle, I..."
Chu Qiao: "Hello, I'm Chu Qiao from the Beidou Medical Base. I wanted to ask if you have any extra fabric?"
Uncle Hank's eyes lit up, and he jumped up from the ground in an instant, holding Chu Qiao's hand: "Will you pay? Will you pay?"
Hank pulled his uncle aside and bowed to Chu Qiao, saying awkwardly, "My uncle's name is Gary. He was trying to make a batch of clothes, but now the epidemic has broken out and people don't want them anymore. This batch of cloth is all my uncle's belongings, so he overreacted a bit just now."
Chu Qiao nodded and asked directly, "How much?"
When Gary heard this, he became even more excited: "Three thousand, how about three thousand? I entered with five thousand, you can just give me three thousand, or two thousand? I just want to get married."
Chu Qiao couldn't help but laugh and nodded, "I'll give you six thousand, but you have to help me cut and sew it up according to my requirements."
Gary was overjoyed and nodded his head like pounding garlic.
Chu Qiao turned around and said seriously, "Call for help. Everyone who helps should wear protective clothing."
As he said that, he took one from Hank and gave it to Gerry.
The people of Nigeria are free and unrestrained. They do not like this kind of restraint and the feeling of being wrapped up by protective clothing.
Gary looked reluctant, but he endured it for the sake of money.
In less than ten minutes, Hank brought three fully armed friends, two boys and one girl, all about seventeen or eighteen years old.
Chu Qiao didn't hesitate and immediately began to make arrangements: "I'll cut a pattern now, and you can cut the fabric to the same size as mine."
Hank spoke to his companions like a little commander, "Do you know?"
Several people nodded.
As he spoke, Chu Qiao had already cut out a square that was 3 meters long and 3 meters high.
Perhaps they wanted their families to get better as soon as possible, so they worked very hard.
Chu Qiao took five pieces of cloth and placed them in front of Gary.
"I'm going to make a simple tent, and when the time comes, I'll use branches or bamboo poles to prop it up."
Gary, having been a tailor before, immediately understood Chu Qiao's intention: "I know. Sew the five pieces of cloth together, front, back, left, and right, and the top."
Chu Qiao nodded: "Let's divide the work and cooperate. They will cut the strips of cloth, and we two will sew them together."
Gary helped Chu Qiao turn on the old sewing machine next to him.
Chu Qiao studied it for a quarter of an hour and figured out the structure. He stepped on the sewing machine pedal and started sewing.
The drone, which had been ignored for a long time, was circling over Chuqiaotou.
Chu Qiao sat there doing the mechanized stitching while looking at the light screen beside him:
"What is Master Chu doing now?"
"I think the most urgent thing is to save people."
"Yeah, I can't stand on Mr. Chu's side this time."
Chu Qiao shook his head and spoke with the creaking sound of the sewing machine: "When an epidemic breaks out, we must first ensure that healthy people are not infected. Otherwise, once one group is cured, another group will come, and it will continue."
"We built this tent so that everyone can receive better treatment. Right now, everyone is mixed together, and it's hard to separate the mild and severe cases. Even those who just have a cold or fever can't be separated."
Chu Qiao said this and looked up at Hank's progress. As the young men became more proficient, their hand speed became faster.
There were no windows in the factory, and it was like a big oven, scorching several people. Chu Qiao was covered in sweat, and the sweat was in his protective suit, like a sauna.
Gerry's physical strength seemed to have reached its limit.
Chu Qiao gritted his teeth and said, "Let's try harder. The protective suits we have are disposable. Once we take them off, they can't be used again, so we'll try to hold on a little longer."
After Chu Qiao finished speaking, Gary, who was about to urinate, forced himself to hold it back.
It gradually got dark outside the factory. Chu Qiao finished sewing the last tent, shook the sweat off his head, and looked at the ground. There were more than 50 tents lying neatly on the ground. The corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.
"Hank, we need to set up all these tents now. I see an open space to the south, so we'll choose that."
Several people carried 50 newly made simple tents to the open space in the south.
Chu Qiao took a few little guys to cut branches.
50 tents means 200 branches of the same length are needed.
Chu Qiao was worried about the outbreak of the epidemic and forgot about time while working, but several young men were a little overwhelmed.
Seeing that the arms of several young people had turned black and purple, people kept commenting on the screen:
"Master Chu, please let the children have some rest."
“Is this treating people like machines?”
Feng Ge couldn't stand it anymore and called Chu Qiao in the barrage: "Chu, did you see the barrage? Take a break first and then continue."
Chu Qiao didn't see the light screen at all until Chen Ao and Feng Ge sent her private messages and the system prompt sounded, causing her to pause.
Chen Ao: "Let them rest for a while. I think they are all exhausted and can't even breathe."
Brother Feng: "You are about to arouse public outrage, stop it now."
Chu Qiao raised his elbow to wipe the sweat from his forehead and looked at his arms. The muscles were bulging and full of blue veins.
She realized the seriousness of the problem and quickly said, "Hank, you two should rest first."
Hank: "No, I need to finish quickly and go back to take care of my sister."
"I don't need it either. I don't have any patients at home. I'm helping everyone."
"I don't need it either. I want my mother to lie in the tent instead of in the open air."
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Chu Qiao lowered his head and looked at them, who were less than 18 years old. His brows relaxed and the fatigue he had just felt disappeared.
"Then let's make a concerted effort and take care of them tonight."
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