Yuan Qianqian sighed: "The two of them just came down and went back to the room to lie down - they said they were dizzy, insomniac, and had heart palpitations last night, and they were out of breath when they walked."
"By the way, Teacher Tao." Gan Yi said: "As of this morning, all the medical team members participating in the construction assistance have moved into the hotel."
"As for the other people in the dormitory, that is, the earlier batches of medical staff who assisted in the construction of the central hospital in Saskatchewan, they have all rushed to go to work and can only wait until night."
Tao Le nodded: "I know. Mr. Xi told me that they will follow up and sort it out later. Director Gan doesn't have to worry too much."
"Mr. Xi is really a warm-hearted and careful person." Gan Yi said with emotion: "There are not many entrepreneurs like him who are capable and willing to do practical things."
"Teacher Tao, he seems to have a close relationship with you?"
Tao Le didn't want to discuss personal topics with his leader in the next year at all.
"It's okay." She stopped talking only here and changed the subject: "Among our group, apart from Xie Baoshu and Ye Chen, how many others are obviously high-reverse?"
"I have observed them one by one." Gan Yi swallowed the wontons in his mouth and said, "Those who suffered from severe altitude sickness yesterday, including me, all slept well after receiving acupuncture from Teacher Tao. Walking as usual.”
"On the contrary, people who did not take it seriously and received no treatment at the time showed symptoms of varying degrees."
"Then after dinner, I will help the remaining people with acupuncture." Tao Le said lightly.
She was in the room last night and found a large number of disposable acupuncture needles of various types. They must have been made by Simu. So there is no need to worry about consumables.
"That would be the best." Gan Yi laughed: "With Teacher Tao here, our group will be able to fully engage in work tomorrow, and we will definitely be able to surprise Dean Han."
Tao Le smiled and nodded, then he also took up the butter tea and sipped it with tsampa.
Butter tea has a rich and mellow aroma with a light salty taste, which suits Tao Le's taste very well.
So does tsampa. Stir-fry the white highland barley into light golden color, add butter tea, fine milk residue and white sugar, stir it into a ball, and put it into your mouth. It is not sweet or greasy, and the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes.
After breakfast, I performed acupuncture on other medical staff one by one, and it was only about ten o'clock.
Xie Baoshu, who had regained his energy, did not want to lie down for a minute longer, and immediately dragged Ye Chen and Tao Le out of the door.
As soon as you leave the hotel gate, you can see many people taking pictures outside the hotel.
There were also some locals who were praying devoutly towards the hotel with their hands clasped together and muttering words without knowing what they were saying.
Although Tao Le couldn't understand Tibetan, he roughly understood what they meant.
You probably worshiped this sudden appearance of the hotel as a miracle, right?
Not far from the hotel is a very famous old street in Saskatchewan called Barkhor Street, also known as Bajiao Street.
Barkhor means transit path in Tibetan. It is an ancient neighborhood built around the Jokhang Temple.
There is a giant incense burner in the middle of the street, filled with fireworks day and night.
There are many shops on both sides of the street, whether they are religious items such as bronze Buddhas, prayer wheels, butter lamps, prayer flags, etc., or daily necessities and specialties such as Tibetan clothes, Tibetan knives, butter buckets, thangkas, handkerchiefs, Tibetan blankets, or There are snacks such as highland barley wine, sweet tea, milk residue, and air-dried meat.
The sky in Saskatchewan is amazingly blue, and it’s not cold even in winter.
Tao Le and others walked on the hand-polished stone road, wandering between various shops with great interest, buying yogurt or other snacks to satisfy their cravings from time to time.
The Tibetan knives here are extremely exquisite, and the ornaments made of Millet Spatholobus and turquoise are also admirable.
Tao Le and Ye Chen were fine, but Xie Baoshu looked straight at them and spent a lot of money to buy a string of turquoise beads worn by old beeswax, ready to give to Zou Yao.
In the center of Barkhor Street is a holy road paved with long stone slabs dedicated to worship.
Many believers kowtowed every three steps and bowed every five steps, walking slowly towards the Jokhang Temple.
Tao Le and others stood by the roadside, watching this scene quietly. They were moved by the purity and piety in their eyes, and their hearts became peaceful and solemn.
At this time, she had not realized that she had become the scenery in other people's eyes.
Tourists on the roadside have already noticed her, pointing at her from a distance, and some even took photos.
"Is she her? In that video online last night, the one who was doing acupuncture to treat altitude sickness on the train?"
"I took pictures and compared them. It's her. There's nothing wrong with her!"
"Sounds like this person looks familiar. By the way, isn't it the one who made a fuss a while ago, the female disciple of Zhou Jishen, the national champion of Zhou Dynasty?"
"A new honorary member of the Chinese Medical Association? Let me tell you, he has real talent and knowledge. Otherwise, how can he easily cure severe hyperthyroidism with acupuncture?"
"Hey, go and ask someone if you can help Sister Gao. We have been out playing for two days, and she is still lying in the hotel taking oxygen."
"This is not good. Sister Gao doesn't think it's serious. Just wait until you go home and it will be fine. Don't affect other people's interest."
Tao Le didn't pay attention to other people's comments. Her eyes were attracted by a father and son at this moment.
Although they were wearing Tibetan costumes, they were definitely Han Chinese.
The child's face is fair and fair, and he should be at the age of just entering elementary school.
Traveling to Tibet during the holidays should be a very happy thing for a child, but there was no smile on his face.
Unlike his father who was calm and calm, this child walked very slowly and heavily, and held his father's hand very tightly.
Across a holy road, Tao Le could clearly hear their conversation.
"Dad, let's go back, I have a terrible headache." The boy begged in a childish voice.
"Xiao Mo, didn't you promise dad that you want to be a strong man? Then you can't be defeated by such a little difficulty."
"It's normal to have a little headache when you arrive in Tibet, but because of you, we have rested for two days. We shouldn't have any more symptoms. Don't be too spoiled."
"But Dad, I feel like my headache is getting worse today, and I'm also a little nauseous." He coughed heavily.
"None of this is important." The father's expression did not waver at all: "The breakfast here is a bit greasy, so gastrointestinal discomfort is normal. We have to speed up, we have to go to Yanghu Lake soon."
"But Dad, I want to go back to the hotel. Can you go to Yanghu by yourself? Ahem."
"That's okay. I asked for leave specifically to help you expand your knowledge. Xiao Mo, be strong. As long as you don't take difficulties seriously, difficulties won't scare you!"
When Tao Le heard this, he couldn't help it anymore.
The child was so obviously pale and had repeatedly explained his symptoms, but the careless father ignored it and only fed him chicken soup.
Without mastering medical common sense, chicken soup that relies purely on willpower will definitely be poisonous, even if it is made by your own father.
At this moment, the golden finger interface in Tao Le's eyes was already bright red.
(End of chapter)
