Suspected cases of "plague" were discovered in Bingcheng, and the streets immediately became noisy and crowded.
Zhou Sen went home from get off work in the evening and deliberately disinfected himself.
After all, he also passed by Coats Street.
There was a pregnant woman at home. If something happened, he would regret it to death, so he didn't dare to take the risk.
So, he decided to self-isolate for a few days.
As long as there are no other cases, or it is simply a misdiagnosis, then everything will be fine. If there is really an infection.
This problem is serious.
Even for dinner, Zhou Sen and Wu En ate alone, wearing masks when talking, and explained the reason.
Anna has also moved in. She can't go back. After all, Irina is a close contact with the case. If she goes home to live, what if she gets infected?
Bai Yulan didn't say anything after hearing this. Zhou Sen was so careful because of her and the child in her belly.
This is not afraid of 10,000, but afraid of just in case.
Bai Yulan was really not used to this sudden separation and having one less person beside her at night.
Zhou Sen is also used to the life where his wife is on the hot bed every night, and no one is in his original single room.
I'm still a little uncomfortable with it, and I have to wear a mask when I leave the bedroom and go out, which is naturally a little hindered.
This is also somewhat unaccustomed.
Of course, Zhou Sen didn't want to be tricked himself. After all, it was really hard to say in this kind of thing, and you couldn't gamble on the issue of probability.
As long as there is nothing for three days, then basically nothing will happen. After the plague is infected, the onset of the disease is relatively fast, and symptoms will appear in two or three days.
Just be patient and it will pass.
…
"Zhou Sen, there are results from the infectious disease hospital, and it is confirmed that it is indeed the plague." As soon as Zhou Sen left for work the next day, Akiyama Nosuke's secretary Jin Suying came over and told him the news.
"This is trouble." Zhou Sen's heart thumped.
"However, after the suspected cases occurred, the areas where the cases were active were investigated, and no identical cases have been found so far."
"Oh, where did the plague virus come from?"
"We don't know yet. It may be that he was infected by a virus-contaminated rat. We have sent epidemic prevention personnel to his house to kill the rats," said Jin Suying.
"That's good, the health department acted so quickly this time..." Zhou Sen muttered to himself.
"What did you say?"
"What did you say?" Jin Suying asked after not hearing clearly.
"Oh, it's nothing. I went home yesterday. You know, my home is over there, but I didn't go to the free clinic. Otherwise, I would have been arrested and quarantined," Zhou Sen explained.
"You are really lucky." Jin Suying said.
"Secretary Jin, thank you for telling me the news."
"You're welcome, I was also ordered to do it." After saying that, Jin Suying twisted her waist and walked away with small steps.
…
No other cases have been found. This is the best news I have heard so far. Of course, it may also be that the Japanese deliberately concealed it.
This is not impossible.
The ethics of the Japanese cannot be trusted.
I still have to be careful. The key now is Natasha's whereabouts and whether the Japanese have reached a consensus with the Soviet consulate.
If isolation is needed, where should the isolation be placed? In the Soviet Consulate, or in another place, or in the Bingcheng Infectious Disease Hospital.
The conditions of the infectious disease hospital are definitely not good. Not only is it located on the edge of the city, but the environment and medical conditions are not very good either.
The Soviet Consulate estimates that even if it wants to let Natasha go into isolation, it will not agree easily.
The best way is to find a hotel and book it. They are all medical staff anyway and let them isolate themselves.
But this way, it becomes impossible for Zhou Sen to approach Natasha alone.
All morning, Zhou Sen was in a dissociated state while working at the police station, absent-minded. He was worried about Natasha. If she was really infected, it would be very dangerous and could kill someone.
At lunch, Zhou Sen ate a few bites in a hurry and felt that he had no appetite. Of course, the food in the police station was indeed not delicious. The sorghum rice tasted very bad, but the canteen of the police station had this regulation and food standard.
There is a difference in treatment between the Manchurian police and the Japanese police. The Japanese police eat white rice and white flour steamed buns, while the Manchurian police can only eat corn flour steamed buns and sorghum mixed rice.
Moreover, everyone's food supply is also limited, but the implementation is relatively loose now and will become more and more strict in the future. The rice produced in Manchuria will be limited to the Kwantung Army and the Japanese troops fighting in the Kwantung.
The people in Manchuria could only buy rations of food, and they were not allowed to hide surplus food in their homes. Once discovered, the food would be confiscated, or they would be seized to build fortifications and work as laborers. Anyway, not many people could come back alive.
After lunch, I made a cup of coffee and took a nap. I was about to get up and go to the toilet when the phone on the table suddenly rang.
Who will find him?
On the phone on his desk, apart from the occasional calls coming in from his own home, he also made calls to others.
The chances of someone calling him are very rare.
"Hey, Police Department Special Agent Section Inspection Unit Zhou Sen, Director Yamamoto, if you have something to say..., okay, okay, I'll be there right away." Zhou Sen put down the phone and his face darkened. He was really afraid that something might happen. Natasha was suspicious. He was infected with the plague and was sent to an infectious disease hospital for compulsory isolation and treatment.
Natasha was in close contact with the patient and stayed in the room for a long time. The chance of her being infected was very high.
So, this is a high probability.
Now, he must go to Bingcheng Infectious Disease Hospital immediately. Yamamoto Satoshi has arranged that he can enter the hospital as a doctor and then meet Natasha.
Since Yamamoto Satoshi has arranged it, he must go.
Zhou Sen quickly adjusted his thoughts, then went over to say hello to Anna next door, called Wu En, and drove to Bingcheng Infectious Disease Hospital.
It takes almost forty minutes to drive from the police station to the infectious disease hospital. The speed in the city is not fast, otherwise it should save some time.
"You are Zhou Sen, right? I am the director of the infectious disease hospital..." Zhou Sen rushed to the infectious disease hospital and saw that the place was already facing a formidable enemy.
After receiving the report, the dean came directly from the hospital to see Zhou Sen.
"Give me a set of protective clothing and a mask. I want to see Dr. Cynthia from the Consulate General of the Soviet Union." Zhou Sen directly ordered.
"Okay, Director Yamamoto has already greeted you, but you can't stay too long, and try to avoid Miss Cynthia's mouth when you speak." The dean reminded, and asked someone to bring Zhou Sen a set of clean protective clothing.
"Thank you!" Under the guidance of the director, Zhou Sen put on protective clothing and entered the infectious disease hospital.
"Miss Cynthia is in Ward 1. She has just begun to show symptoms, which are not too obvious. We have already intervened with medication and the effect seems to be good." The dean led the way while introducing the situation to Zhou Sen.
"Besides Cynthia, is anyone else showing symptoms?" Zhou Sen asked.
"Currently, only Cynthia, among the other quarantined people, has not shown symptoms, but as time goes by, more cases may be discovered. Our hospital is also mobilizing manpower and material resources to strive to put out the epidemic as soon as possible!" The chief said solemnly.
"You don't need to tell me about this, Dean Han. I'm just here to see Miss Cynthia today. The rest is not under my control," Zhou Sen said.
Behind the glasses, Dean Han Qifeng's expression was slightly stunned, but he soon returned to his original state. He is not easy to be the director of an infectious disease hospital. As long as something goes wrong, he will take the blame.
The past two years in Bingcheng have actually been uneventful. Occasionally, some sporadic serious infectious diseases occurred, but they quickly disappeared.
As the director of an infectious disease hospital, he wanted to intervene in the investigation. As a result, the Japanese anti-epidemic troops secretly took the patient away at night without informing him anything. In the end, the patient's family could not find anyone to make trouble. Then they all dumped their grievances on him.
The Japanese did not allow him to resign, and he has been working as the dean. In the past few years, his hair has fallen out so much that he has become bald and has a Mediterranean hairstyle.
"Please come here. For Miss Cynthia's treatment, we have arranged for the best experts in plague treatment in the hospital. We promise to do our best to make Miss Cynthia recover."
Zhou Sen didn't care what he said, he just nodded and continued walking forward.
"Dean Han, please stay outside, I'll go in alone." Zhou Sen came to the door of Natasha's isolation ward and blocked Dean Han from the door and said.
"Uh, okay..." Dean Han looked embarrassed, but he still agreed.
Zhou Sen reached for the door and walked in. He saw Natasha wearing a hospital gown, lying alone on the hospital bed, hanging a water bottle, and she seemed to be in a bad mental state.
Probably because of the sound of the door opening, Natasha turned around, opened her eyes, and saw Zhou Sen coming in.
She blinked at Zhou Sen, obviously recognizing him.
Zhou Sen walked to the bedside and asked with his eyes whether there was a bug installed in the ward.
Natasha shook her head. The isolation ward was very simple. Apart from a bed, a bedside table, a chair and a convenient toilet, there was nothing else. The windows were sealed and there was only one vent for ventilation.
"How are you? Do you need my help?" Zhou Sen leaned down slightly and asked.
"Help me up." Natasha opened her dry lips and said.
Zhou Sen immediately bent down, reached down from her neck, gently lifted Natasha's waist, lifted her up, and sat on the hospital bed with her back against the bedside.
"Zhou Sen, am I infected with the plague?" Natasha asked with a hint of weakness in her eyes.
Zhou Sen didn't want to lie, not to mention that Natasha was also a doctor herself, and she was the first to discover the confirmed case.
"Well, it's the plague." Zhou Sen nodded.
