In a secluded house far away from the wine shop, the bearded man who watched Zuo Zhong leave the warehouse on Yaowan Street and made a mysterious phone call at the door of the Secret Service was sitting comfortably in the courtyard.
The yard was filled with flowers, and the fragrance of the flowers hit his face. He picked up a cup of fragrant tea and took a sip. He looked up at a young man wearing glasses opposite and asked lightly.
"Are you sure that the Chinese intelligence officer was infected with Weapon No. 1? There will be no accidents, right? This matter is related to the boss's important plan. If there is any oversight, you and I will be responsible."
The young man wearing glasses said affirmatively: "Of course, according to information from Harbin, 0.6 grams of No. 1 weapon can infect an adult and form an epidemic of 100 people."
"Very good, that puts my mind at ease."
As if he saw the scene of people wailing all over Jinling City, the bearded expression became happy. He filled the teacup with the patterned side towards the young man and said something seriously.
"You are a hero of the empire, please."
"Thank you."
The young man looked respectful, stood up quickly, took the tea cup with both hands, turned it around twice, and pointed the pattern towards his beard. Then he raised the tea cup to his forehead and drank it all in one gulp to express his gratitude.
After finishing the drink, he quietly raised a question: "Isn't it a pity that the boss exposed a long-running business just for a deputy director? Building a warehouse is expensive."
Faced with this question, the bearded man shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "In the face of the general trend of the country, money is meaningless. Tactics need to consider costs, and strategies need to be considered."
After hearing this, the young man pondered for a while and nodded thoughtfully. Thinking of the Chinese intelligence officer who was not yet an adult, the smile on his face slowly turned ferocious and full of malice.
the other side.
The patients in Renxin Hospital have been transferred to other places. Barbed wire fences and horseback fences have been pulled up outside the gate, and armed agents armed with submachine guns have surrounded the area.
This place has become an isolation area. All people who may have come into contact with the copper locks are temporarily isolated here. There is a strong smell of medicine in the air, and the faces of the medical staff passing by are solemn.
Outside a ward in the inpatient building, Zuo Zhong was wearing protective clothing and a gas mask, quietly looking at the copper lock inside through the glass curtain wall, and after a long time he asked Ling Sanping, who was also wearing a gas mask.
"Can the type of bacteria that caused the disease be determined? Is there any way to save his life? For those of us who have been in close contact with him, what is the chance of infection? Tell the truth."
Ling Sanping stood there in silence for a few seconds and sighed: "Seeing the spots on his body, I made a guess. The results of the bacterial culture just came out. It is a mutant bacterium of plague."
plague!
Even though Zuo Zhong had been mentally prepared, his mind was buzzing when he heard this. The name plague might be a bit unfamiliar. If it were replaced by another more widely known name, it would be the Black Death.
This is a severe infectious disease, and the bacteria are widely spread among wild rodents. The main transmission routes are bites, droplets, skin wounds, and digestive tract infections from mice and fleas.
Historically, this bacterium has caused many pandemics with high mortality rates. In the 14th century, it caused the death of about 50 million people in Europe, causing great harm to human civilization.
Boccaccio said in his "Decameron" that every day, even every hour, a large number of corpses were transported to churches across the city, but the church cemeteries could no longer accommodate them.
When the cemetery was full, long and wide deep pits were dug around it, and hundreds of corpses were buried in them, just like cargo piled in the hold of an ocean-going cargo ship.
Zuo Zhong felt that his hands were shaking. He didn't want his subordinates to see him losing his composure, so he put his hands behind his back and held them tightly together, casting his sad eyes on the unconscious Tongsuo.
Next to him, Ling Sanping continued to answer: "Currently, you and most people do not show symptoms of infection. Only Gui Youguang has itchiness, but this does not mean that your body does not carry bacteria.
This may be because you are all professional soldiers with strong bodies and strong resistance, or the plague bacteria that the copper locks came into contact with have low activity and small doses. In short, you must undergo medical observation.
What is strange is that according to our latest inspection, the wine shop staff who have been found are not infected with plague. This phenomenon is very similar to the poisoning behavior targeting specific targets.
As for treatment, in 1896, French bacteriologists injected serum from recovered patients and animals into 23 plague patients in Hong Kong. The effect was very good, with a fatality rate of about nine percent.
However, since the injection dose could not be standardized, the mortality rate of patients who received antiserum treatment was 35%. Now if you want to save Tongsuo and Gui Youguang, you can only take the risk and give it a try. "
Give it a try.
These three words are very simple to say, but they are related to the lives of brothers who share life and death. Zuo Zhong closed his eyes and fell into a dilemma. With a mortality rate of 35%, whether to do this or not.
Fortunately, he and others kept a certain distance when they saw Tongsuo scratching his head.
Gui Youguang may have been infected by droplets when he asked about the terrain and personnel of the wine shop.
What's even more fortunate is that Gu Qi and the others were investigating the case and did not participate in this operation, otherwise the Secret Service would have been overrun. Suddenly, the extremely painful groan of Tongsuo came from the ward.
In order to prevent Tongsuo from scratching and hurting himself, hospital staff fixed him to the hospital bed with restraints. At this time, the other person woke up from a coma and immediately began to struggle desperately.
Under the little guy's movements, the steel foot of the bed kept scratching across the floor, making a sharp and harsh friction sound. Upon seeing this, the doctors and nurses inside quickly rushed forward and held down the copper lock.
This scene made the hesitant Zuo Zhong make up his mind, and he said seriously to Ling Sanping: "Just use antivenom therapy. I don't know how to do it specifically so I won't go into details. I leave everything to you.
By the way, this time I went to Germany on a mission and I heard that there is a drug called Bailang Duoxi that can inhibit bacteria. Have you heard of it? I suggest you ask your foreign classmates about it.
In addition, can Tongsuo be temporarily restored to calm? I have some important questions to ask him. This is related to the safety of the entire Jinling. We must not allow the other party to spread plague bacteria in the city again. "
Zuo Zhong didn't know if Bailang Duoxi had been invented, or if it had any therapeutic effect on the plague, but it was worth trying if there was a glimmer of hope. Anyway, the situation wouldn't be worse.
"A hundred waves and many breaths?"
Ling Sanping muttered a few words and remembered the matter in his mind. He knew that as Zuo Zhong, he could obtain some confidential information that ordinary people could not access. This medicine might really be effective.
Then he knocked on the glass curtain wall and gave the order to the doctor: "Inject the patient with phenobarbital, 20 mg, and observe carefully. If something goes wrong, inject glucose solution and sodium chloride solution immediately."
Renxin Hospital developed well when it was in the hands of Liang Yuandong. After it came under the ownership of the Secret Service, it underwent many personnel trainings and equipment upgrades, and its treatment level was no worse than that of the Central Hospital.
After hearing the director's instructions, the nurse quickly prepared the medicine and syringe. The experienced doctor took the syringe and saw the right time, and directly pushed the sedative into the vein of the copper lock.
Soon, the screams subsided.
Zuo Zhong checked the protective equipment on his body again, pushed open the door and walked to the bedside. When he saw Tongsuo, who was sweating profusely, he felt sad and raised his hand to touch the other person's hot forehead.
This is just an early symptom of plague infection. Symptoms such as lymphadenopathy, pneumonia, and bleeding will appear one after another. At that time, there is no other way but to rely on God's will.
"Copper lock? Copper lock?"
"Here, deputy... deputy director."
Zuo Zhong called out a few words softly. Tongsuo, who regained his consciousness, tried to open his eyes and spoke a few words with all his strength. His tone contained prayer, pain and many complicated emotions.
"Tongsuo, don't worry, Dr. Ling and I will definitely save you. Now listen to me, have you ever encountered any unusual situations in that wine shop? Think about it carefully, this is very important.
Especially if you have been alone, eaten or drank anything. Since no one in the wine shop has a problem except you, we suspect that someone is deliberately poisoning you. "
Zuo Zhong asked a key question. Plague bacteria would not fall from the sky. There must be a way of transmission. The initiator would not be able to infect himself and then spread it to Tongsuo.
If you find this way, you can find the poisoner and find out how many plague bacteria the other party has and where these bacteria are hidden. These two things are related to countless lives.
Tongsuo on the hospital bed was a little confused due to the high fever. He listened to the questions that seemed far away and began to recall. I don't know how long it took, but a kind smiling face flashed in the chaotic memory.
He said with difficulty: "Before I reported back to the office after get off work, the assistant manager of the wine store asked me to throw away a broken wine bottle in the warehouse. At that time, there was a pool of sticky and transparent objects on the bottle.
After I went out, I threw the pieces into a garbage dump not far from the door. Deputy...Deputy Director, please send someone to find those things quickly, otherwise there will be more people like me. I feel really uncomfortable. "
"okay, I get it."
Zuo Zhong was feeling happy and sad at the moment. He was happy because he had found a clue, but sad because he was watching his subordinates suffer. He tried to calm down and asked the assistant manager's name before turning around and leaving the ward.
After going out, two agents with hand sprayers 2 took turns spraying potassium permanganate and high alcohol on his body. Disinfection was necessary to control the spread of plague bacteria.
He raised his hand and turned it around twice to make sure that the protective clothing was covered with liquid. He then gave Ling Sanping a few words and came outside another ward. He saw Gui Youguang sleeping on the bed with his legs crossed.
This bastard has a big heart.
Behind the gas mask, Zuo Zhong chuckled and walked into the office next to him. He picked up the phone and called Gu Qi, asking him to send someone to collect the wine bottles in the garbage and arrest the assistant manager of the wine store.
It’s just that there’s not much hope for the second thing.
The other party will not wait for someone to catch him.
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1Data source: "Px Effect Algorithm" paper by Japanese invader Kaneko Junichi.
2 The United States produced the first generation of manual sprayers between 1850 and 1860.
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