Fu Wuben put on an isolation gown and came to the gate of the ward area of the quarantine camp with a straight face.
This is the isolation area where patients diagnosed with bubonic plague are treated. It is also called Area 2 to distinguish it from Area 1, which is dedicated to treating patients with pneumonic plague. Basically, patients who enter Zone 1 are basically waiting to die. Patients in Zone 2 still have some chance of survival.
Whether it was bubonic plague or pneumonic plague, doctors had no treatment methods. They could only provide some supportive treatment and distribute some placebos. Occasionally, "TCM prescriptions" will be boiled and tested - all of them fail without exception.
Whether a patient in Zone 2 can survive depends mainly on his physical condition. But this is something that cannot be explained. Fu Wuben saw with his own eyes that a young man as strong as an ox died within 48 hours of getting sick. He also saw a gray-haired old man who was poor and sick and recovered and was discharged from the Ward 2. of. As the master said, when treating diseases, there is a time for science, but there is also a time for luck.
The guard wearing an isolation gown at the door checked his ID and let him in.
The ward is more like a prison than a hospital. There are several surveillance towers standing outside the bamboo fence and barbed wire fence. Sentinels in groups of two wearing masks are armed with live ammunition. An order has been issued: Anyone who crosses the security guard inside the wall Circles can be shot.
The conditions of the hastily established isolation camp were naturally not good. It was a long wooden shack with a reed mat and wooden boards on top, and a flat mud floor under its feet. The only thing that seems "high-end" is that they are all independent wards. Of course, this so-called independence means that each bed is isolated and enclosed with reed mats.
The room was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant, which could be smelled even while wearing a Wu Liande-style mask.
It was quiet in the ward, and the doors of some wards were open. Not to mention the patients, even the bamboo beds where the patients slept were no longer there. Needless to say, they must have been the patients who died last night. They were taken out with the beds and cremated directly.
The sun shines down from the glass skylight on the roof, illuminating the room brightly. Fu Wuben feels chilly after walking in it.
Fu Wuben didn't stop until he came to the ward with the name "Yao Hongji" hanging on the door. He came here today just to question this person.
Not long ago, the health department in Guangzhou found that the number of deaths, which had been steadily declining, had fluctuated in recent days. Lin Motian found it strange because he did not relax quarantine and epidemic prevention measures, and even inspected them more rigorously. Moreover, after martial law, the flow of people It almost stopped, so why did it suddenly rebound?
He thought he needed to find out why. And Fu Wu was originally here to take on this job.
Because of his relationship with his master Liu San, Fu Wuben had extensive contact with the traditional Chinese medicine community in Guangzhou and knew many doctors. From "famous doctors" to the lowest "ring-bell doctors", as long as they can gain a foothold in Guangzhou, he can say that he has seen them all.
This patient is a doctor at a small pharmacy. He was also diagnosed with plague a few days ago. However, his condition is not serious. He is now past the critical period and is returning to the observation period. If nothing goes wrong, he will be cured in a few days. I can go home from the hospital.
The reason why Fu Wuben came to him was because during his investigation, he found that seven or eight people who had come into contact with him were plague cases-this was an outrageous high rate.
It was obvious that he had been exposed to plague patients and had transmitted the plague to others.
"Mr. Yao, many plague patients have been isolated recently, and several of them have been in contact with you." Fu Wuben asked the patient on the bed.
"Master Cha...the plague is rampant, so people seeking medical advice are inevitable..."
"Yes, if people are sick, naturally my great Senate will practice medicine and give medicine..." Fu Wuben narrowed his eyes, and his tone gradually became sharper, "Do you know what a plague patient looks like?"
Yao Hongji couldn't help but feel guilty when he saw that the person who came was not kind. He thought for a while and then slowly replied: "The skills of treating patients are inherited from ancestors. Some patients do not belong to the plague according to the pathogenesis..."
"That means you don't recognize what the plague looks like?"
Yao Hongji was shocked. In fact, many patients who were afraid that they had the plague came to him secretly, and he had also given medicine to these people. If he admitted that he could not recognize the plague, wouldn't it be the so-called "illegal practice of medicine" in the new dynasty? He hurriedly changed his words and said: "This, the Senate also gave me... training, so I will naturally recognize it..."
"Since you recognize..." Fu Wuben's tone became colder and colder, "Then you should also know that if you suspect it is plague, you must report it immediately when you see it?"
"This..." Yao Hongji sweated. For many patients suspected of plague, he did not report them immediately. Instead, he used traditional medicine to treat them and received a consultation fee first. In fact, he was not the only one. All the doctors he knew did this. The better ones would report to the quarantine officer after collecting the consultation fee, while the worse ones would just ignore them.
"Oh no!" Yao Hongji rolled out of bed and began to complain: "Young and old people also need to eat. In previous years, when there was a plague, it was a good time to earn a few bucks, but now every tree and plant is surrounded. If you see a cough, go to quarantine immediately." We have lost all the patients in the camp, and we can’t make any money. Does the Senate care about our family’s snacks and drinks?”
"Of course this needs to be taken care of." Fu Wuben helped him up and asked, "Mr. Yao, do you like the sea?"
Yao Hongji looked at him inexplicably, not knowing how to answer. Although Hainan is very close to Guangzhou, he has never visited it specifically, let alone likes or dislikes it.
"In a few months, you will be at the Kaohsiung Health Center overlooking the sea. The Senate will always control your family's snacks and drinks..."
While Fu Wuben was questioning Yao Hongji, Lin Motian was carefully watching the report on the number of new infections - the sudden increase in the number of infections and deaths puzzled him. But he soon discovered that his guess was accurate. Several local doctors have been infected and died in several hardest-hit areas.
He recalled the reports of the previous few days. It seemed that there were slightly more doctors getting sick and dying recently, which aroused his alarm: the sacrifices of naturalized health workers, quarantine workers and police officers are understandable, after all, they work every day. We are on the front line of the battle and come into contact with patients almost every day, so the chance of infection is very high. But local doctors—they have very little practice now. Why are the morbidity and mortality rates so high?
He had noticed this anomaly for several days and tasked the investigation team to find out what was going on.
The information finally came back: many local doctors did not strictly follow the quarantine regulations. In fact, this phenomenon has always existed, but it was not prominent when the epidemic was severe some time ago. Now that the epidemic is getting better day by day, the influence of doctors as a source of infection has become more obvious - it does not take too many, a few doctors can do it Caused a significant fluctuation in the death toll.
Lin Motian became angry when he heard this: The quarantine measures clearly stipulate that all epidemic prevention actions shall be arranged by the epidemic prevention brigade under the Health Commission. These people are conducting diagnosis and treatment of such dangerous infectious diseases without authorization. It is illegal to conceal the report. It's so unreasonable to admit it so brazenly, and to admit it plausibly!
It seemed that no matter what happened, Lin Motian immediately wrote a memo to Liu San, tactfully but firmly stating his attitude: If the doctors could really take good care of the plague patients in their hands, he would never interfere; but if they couldn't What a clever trick, any bold doctor dares to do such a thing again, Lin Motian will definitely make this person never want to eat this bowl of rice again in his life!
Liu San felt a little unhappy when he read Lin Motian's letter. In fact, Liu San had already heard about this, but he didn't know that these doctors had caused such a big thing. Previously, a local veteran Chinese medicine practitioner asked him to join in the fight against the plague, but he and Lin Motian declined. No matter what the purpose of these traditional Chinese medicine doctors is - noble or not so noble - their little knowledge of epidemic prevention and modern medicine and their deep-rooted traditional medical habits are probably not as suitable as a blank slate of quarantine officers. .
But Lin Motian’s hand is stretched a little too long... It’s just a matter in the public health field. After all, it’s not easy to have such a person who dares to rush forward to carry explosives, but the traditional medicine problem should be attributed to it anyway. It's up to you. Is Lin Motian really annoyed by those doctors by mentioning this, or is he using the topic to kill the Chinese medicine practitioners? Liu San thought about it in his mind, and after thinking for a long time, he replied to Lin Motian with a memorandum that contained both self-blame and assurance.
Integrating traditional Chinese medicine in the city is actually something Liu San has been planning. His plan to implement the Chinese medicine qualification examination in Guangzhou has been drawn up for a long time. Maybe he can take advantage of this opportunity to release it... He may even be able to We took the opportunity to establish a doctors' union to bring in all traditional Chinese medicine doctors and new doctors with professional backgrounds. The name is still very bright: unified management to put an end to illegal medical practice and quarantine violations. Although more and more people now recognize the modern medical skills of the Senate, judging from the mainstream in Guangzhou, doubts and fears are still the mainstream of people's views on modern medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine still has a lot to offer. Lin Motian It does provide a good opportunity, but it would be a pity not to take advantage of it.
This plague war has continued until now, and both sides have fully revealed their trump cards, but there is no secret to Lin Motian about the plague's tricks. One is pervasive, the other is watertight; the other is at every step, and the other is fortified everywhere. With the joint efforts of modern epidemic prevention concepts and strong execution capabilities, even if the plague can temporarily gain the upper hand, it will not be able to continue the offensive endlessly. (To be continued...)
