"Steven, will I die?" Natasha asked.
"No." Zhou Sen affirmed, "As long as the plague is discovered early and intervenes and treated promptly, it will not be life-threatening."
This naturally makes sense, but there are prerequisites. You must be young, in good physical condition, and have no hidden illnesses or other chronic diseases.
Normal and healthy people also have a certain probability of death. After all, the level of public health and medical care in this era is far from that of later generations.
Some people died from plague in later generations, let alone now.
"I feel weak all over. I must have a fever. Cough cough..." Natasha suddenly coughed violently.
Zhou Sen subconsciously turned around and realized that plague is transmitted through droplets. Although he wore personal protective equipment, he still had to be cautious.
When Natasha saw Zhou Sen's action, her eyes became even darker.
"Don't worry, I gave Dean Han a prescription and asked him to arrange for someone to decoct it. It should be effective." Zhou Sen said. He did check some prescriptions related to plague. This prescription was used by Dr. Wu Liande. of.
It was proven effective back then, and if the evidence is verified now, it should be effective as well. However, most of the treatment methods used in infectious disease hospitals are Western medicine, and Chinese medicinal decoctions are also used, but rarely.
"Chinese medicine?" Natasha asked. She had known Zhou Sen for more than half a year, so naturally she also learned some knowledge about Chinese medicine and had seen the miraculous curative effects of Chinese medicine with her own eyes.
"Well, you have to believe me, I won't let you die." Zhou Sen said.
"Steven, how long will I be detained here? I want to get in touch with the consulate. I hope they can send someone over, even if I can hear their voices every day."
"Are you trying to install a phone in the isolation ward?"
"If possible, I hope you can help me." Natasha nodded.
"I can't make the decision yet, but I can promise you that I will try my best to take time to come and see you once a day during your isolation treatment in the hospital," Zhou Sen said.
"May I?"
"Of course, I can also help you arrange for consulate personnel to visit you, but they may not be able to have close contact with you and can only talk to you outside the door or deliver some items to you." Zhou Sen said, "Of course, if If you need anything, you can tell me and I will buy it for you and deliver it to you."
"Thank you, Steven."
"No, although we are in different camps, we have been friends for a while after all. I believe that there is friendship between us." Zhou Sen said, "The Empire of Japan will sign a non-aggression agreement with the Soviet Union. treaty, so we should no longer be hostile."
"We only hurt you and made your ambitions temporarily restrained, but your plot against the Far East will not stop, right?"
"I can't answer this question because I'm not the one who can make decisions." Zhou Sen said, "You and I are both pawns in someone else's chess game, and we cannot control ourselves."
"I want to eat wontons, the flavor you made, is that okay?"
"Now?" Zhou Sen was surprised.
"Yes."
"Okay, I'll think of a way, but you have to wait a moment, I have to prepare some ingredients." Zhou Sen nodded.
Zhou Sen came out of the ward, handed the prepared prescription to Dean Han, and then asked him to take him to the cafeteria of the infectious disease hospital.
Dean Han was greatly surprised and didn't understand what Zhou Sen was going to do. When he learned that Zhou Sen was going to make a bowl of wontons for "Cynthia", he was a little stunned.
This is the relationship between "Cynthia" and Zhou Sen. This beautiful doctor from the Soviet Consulate actually wants to eat the wontons made by Zhou Sen.
Only a close person would make such a request.
There must be an indescribable secret between these two people. That must be the case. Dean Han suppressed the "gossip" in his heart and hurriedly found someone to get some medicine to prepare the medicine.
After removing the protective clothing and disinfecting again, Zhou Sen walked into the kitchen.
The cafeteria and kitchen of the infectious disease hospital still looked quite clean, but it was far from the standard Zhou Sen had in mind.
But at least it's pleasing to the eye, and it's much better than the kitchens of most people's homes.
Putting on the cook's coat, he went straight to the flour and water and started kneading the dough. While waiting for the dough to rest, he chopped the stuffing, marinated it with seasonings, and then wrapped the wontons.
Naturally, it is impossible to make only one bowl, and Zhou Sen doesn't care how to distribute the rest, but he must ensure that Natasha's bowl is sufficient.
In less than half an hour, the wrapped wontons were put into the pot, cooked, fished out, put into the prepared soup, drizzled with a little sesame oil, and sprinkled with a little chopped green onion.
The fragrance came out immediately.
The entire back kitchen's cooks and assistants were all salivated by the alluring aroma. It was so fragrant that everyone wanted to take a bite.
Zhou Sen had cooked a bowl of wontons and left the rest to others in the kitchen. He put on his protective clothing, picked up the steaming wontons that night and hurried to the building of the isolation ward.
After Zhou Sen came in, he put the wontons on the bedside table, then leaned down and helped Natasha sit up.
"It smells so good!" The tempting aroma of wontons instantly aroused Natasha's appetite. She had missed this taste for a long time.
After she ate it once, she could never forget it again. She had been thinking about it for a long time, and finally she could have this bite again.
"Come on, the wontons are not hot anymore and are ready to eat."
"Steven, I don't have much strength in my arms now, can you feed me?" Natasha's pale face turned slightly red.
Zhou Sen is not being pretentious. Natasha is now a patient, and her current condition is indeed unable to eat on her own.
Zhou Sen also sat down, holding a bowl in one hand, a spoon in the other, a wonton, and a mouthful of soup.
In fact, Natasha has not had water or rice for a whole day since she became ill. The bowl of wontons made by Zhou Sen was her first meal today.
The familiar taste whetted her appetite, and even made her forehead sweat slightly as she ate.
Sweating makes it easier to dissipate heat, and she is receiving fluids and replenishing her fluids at any time, which is also good for her condition.
"Steven, are there any more?" Natasha said with unfinished content after finishing a bowl of wontons.
"You are sick now and have a weak stomach. You can't eat too much at one time. Don't worry, I asked Dean Han to reserve it for you. When you are hungry, ask them to cook you another bowl." Zhou Sen said hurriedly.
Natasha nodded. Zhou Sen was right. She felt that she could still eat, but the reaction of this body signal may not be true.
"It's getting late, I should leave. I'll come see you tomorrow. Whatever you want to eat, except what you can't eat right now, I can make or buy for you." Zhou Sen said.
"real?"
"I want to drink kvass, is that okay?"
"Can you drink kvass because you're sick now?" Zhou Sen asked, slightly stunned.
"You didn't say I couldn't drink. If I really can't hold on, would it be a good idea to drink a glass of kvass before I die?"
"Okay, I'll bring it to you tomorrow." Zhou Sen nodded, "If you have other daily necessities that you need, I can also bring them in for you, or you can ask someone from the consulate to bring them to you."
"Well, I do have some things that I would like you to bring in for me..." Natasha said. She was not prepared for the quarantine. She didn't bring all the daily necessities. She didn't know how many days the quarantine would take, so she naturally needed it. These are personal items.
Natasha reported a list of personal belongings, Zhou Sen took the banknotes and recorded them one by one, then said goodbye and left.
After coming out of the infectious disease hospital, it was already dark. Zhou Sen did not go back to the police station, but went directly back to Ningxiang Pavilion.
As for the personal belongings Natasha asked him to bring, he can just go directly to the Soviet Consulate tomorrow to pick them up. This is an opportunity to meet Arman in an honest manner.
Of course, the consulate is not necessarily completely safe, so even if they meet, they will not discuss any confidential matters.
But as long as they meet, they can naturally exchange a lot of information with each other without speaking.
Of course, he had to make a report to Yamamoto Satoshi first about Natasha, but it was getting late today, so there was no need.
Today he came to the infectious disease hospital just to see Natasha. It was hard to ask about many things.
After all, the "plague" appeared strangely this time.
Yamamoto Satoshi told him that it was not impossible that the confirmed case became ill after being bitten by a mouse at home.
But why do rats usually take the initiative to bite people? It would be somewhat believable to say that this person ate food gnawed by rats.
It is not very likely that one mouse will carry the plague bacteria. Under normal circumstances, it is likely to be a group.
The possibility of a plague outbreak in cold weather is extremely small, but if it is man-made, it is easy to explain.
It is not impossible that a white mouse carrying "plague" germs escaped from this "bungalow", or it could have been brought out through some other means.
This is not easy to check, and the Japanese will definitely try their best to cover the lid and never let you have a chance to come into contact with it.
Researching and manufacturing bacterial weapons such as "plague" has always been done quietly. No country dares to do it in a big way or advertise it widely. This will be scorned by the whole world.
Zhou Sen cannot make an accurate judgment based on the current information alone. He must conduct further investigations and obtain evidence.
But he absolutely couldn't do this. Yamamoto Satoshi kept a close eye on him. There were some things he really had to be careful about and couldn't do.
"Brother Sen, what do you want to eat tonight?" After returning home, Axiang didn't avoid it at all and ran over to ask.
"Whatever, just cook me a bowl of noodles." Zhou Sen ordered.
"Oh well."
"What did Yulan eat at night? How is your family today?" Zhou Sen asked. He didn't dare to go to the small building. He had just come into contact with Natasha. Although he had taken protective and disinfection measures, it was better to be careful.
Natasha was infected after only being in contact with the "case" for a short period of time, which shows that the "plague" virus has a strong ability to infect, and Natasha should not be the only case.
Of course, there will be a lag in the statistics. If we look at it tomorrow, it may be different. Zhou Sen is also worried about Irina. She queues up in front of the "case". Although her back is to the other person and there is another person between her, she still coughs. It is normal for the droplets produced to fly up to three to five meters.
"Axiang, once someone coughs at home, put on a mask as soon as possible, and use the prescription I copied this morning." Zhou Sen asked, "Especially you, don't get too close to me these days. It's best. Also wear a mask.”
"oh."
"Don't be perfunctory. The plague this time is very contagious. If it can't be eradicated from the source, I'm afraid there will be a catastrophe!" Zhou Sen warned sternly.
