MTL - Ask Sword-Chapter 482 confusion

  Chapter 482 Chaos

  A crow flapped its wings and landed on the treetop sensitively and lightly.

  The autumn wind is bleak, and the leaves of this tree have long since withered and fallen, leaving only solitary branches.

  The trees lack vitality, and even in spring and summer, there are fewer insects that inhabit the trunks and branches, which inevitably makes the crows a little unhappy.

  But immediately, its attention was attracted by another smell not far away.

   That's the smell of burning things.

   Taiyuan Prefecture Infirmary is on the verge of shutting down.

  The beds in the isolation wards at all levels are full of patients,

   Even on the square in front of the ward, countless tents were set up and countless stretchers were parked.

   Coughing, crying, calling for help.

  Medical staff wearing heavy isolation suits, running between the beds, or giving patients intravenous drip, or cleaning up the blood foam coughed up by patients,

  I was so tired that my forehead was covered with sweat, but I didn't even have time to stop and wipe it off.

  The masks of all medical staff have long been wet with sweat. In order to maintain the protective effect, many people wear two or even three layers of masks,

  This also makes their faces, especially on both sides of the bridge of the nose, clearly visible traces,

  The back of the ear is also red and swollen.

  But even if all the medical staff are overloaded, it cannot solve the current stagnation of the ward.

  There are too many patients.

  Since the appearance of the plague ghost talisman, a small group of people, either for their own selfish desires, or for the safety and health of their families,

  Secretly paste the talismans in front of other people's houses.

   Created a large number of patients.

  The yamen servants and soldiers of Taiyuan Prefecture tried to blockade Fangshi and prevent the spread of evil talismans.

  However, with the spread of rumors, the pattern and usage of the Plague Ghost Talisman still spread like wildfire.

  The pattern of the Plague Ghost Talisman is too simple, as long as there is a pen and paper, even a child can easily draw it.

  The people who had a cough at home, in a panic, chose to follow suit and stick the talisman on the door of other people's houses.

  One sheet was not enough, and I felt that the effect might be slightly worse, so I posted ten or twenty sheets.

  If there are guards at the gate, then paste it on the wall of the alley, on the tree at the gate, or even on the ground outside the house.

  Like a drop of ink in a basin,

   Gradually, the water basin representing the entire Taiyuan Mansion was completely soaked in ink.

  Even those kind-hearted people who didn’t spread the plague ghost talisman at the beginning had to join this crazy and chaotic mutation for the safety of their family members.

  The result is the collapse of the ward.

   "Doctor! Doctor!"

   A slightly immature panicked voice sounded outside the door of the sick room,

  A young man named Zhuo San, wearing an ill-fitting government uniform, broke into the ward with an elderly woman who kept coughing on his back.

   "Doctor!"

  He shouted loudly under the mask, his voice broke, but in the ward, which was so busy that it was almost at a standstill, no one stopped to talk to him at all.

   Just as the boy fell into despair, a familiar voice sounded from the side.

   "Zhuo San? Why are you here? Didn't you be asked to go home for vacation?"

   Yamen servant Sun Er, wearing a mask and looking tired, approached, and instantly noticed the old woman behind Zhuo San's back. He frowned immediately and said seriously: "Your mother?"

"Um!"

  Zhuo Sanzhong nodded emphatically, "Second Brother Sun, my mother suddenly developed a high fever, and all the medicines in the pharmacy on the street have been sold out, and there is no medicine at all."

"fever."

  Sun Er's words froze. With the current situation in the city, it is self-evident what a fever means.

  He glanced at Zhuo San's mother who was breathing shortly, pursed his lower lip, and didn't have the heart to directly break the fantasy of the little brother, "Come with me."

  Sun Er, who was the patrol officer in the ward, took Zhuo San to the duty room at the farthest corner of the ward.

   There is only one doctor in the duty room, who is sleeping on a simple plank bed.

  Sun Er woke him up, cupped his hands and respectfully said: "Doctor Mo, please show this patient."

   "What else are you looking at?"

  Woke up temporarily, with bloodshot eyes, Dr. Mo only glanced at his mother who was carefully placed on the stool by Zhuo San, before even getting up from the bed, he said coldly: "Plague! Get the number and go to quarantine!"

   "What did you say?!"

  Zhuo San's expression changed suddenly, he stood in front of his mother, and cursed: "My mother just has a fever and has no other symptoms.

  Even Mr. Li Xiaolang would not just look at a patient and call it plague! "

   "Do you think there will still be patients with fever in the city?"

  Doctor Mo said indifferently: "Plague ghost talisman, to drive away plague ghosts, to recruit plague ghosts, to invite plague ghosts.

  Every family does not want to get sick, for the sake of their own family, they can ignore other people,

   Now it is good, every family is sick. Everyone will die from the plague! "

   "I'm a yamen servant! We don't have plague ghost charms in our house!"

Zhuo San's eyes were tearing, and he shouted: "Do you know what I have experienced these days? These days, it was me and my companions who went to the room full of fleas and mice, and took those things that no one in the city wanted to touch. The corpse was carried out and burned.

   The brothers who grew up with me are all dead! do you know! "

   "Do you think that you are the only one who dies?"

Dr. Mo was unmoved, still sitting lazily on the bed, and said coldly: "My apprentice, died of the infection. My brother, who was bitten on the palm by a patient who couldn't accept the diagnosis and went crazy, also died of the infection." .

  My master, who was far away in Yunzhou, who took the lead in the front line of containing the plague, also died.

  Hehe, I really don’t know what to say after thinking about it.

  In the letter sent to me by his old man, he asked me to study with Mr. Li Xiaolang in Taiyuan Mansion, remember the medical ethics of hanging pots to help the world, and protect the people of one side.

   As a result, the day after the letter arrived, news of his death in Yunzhou came.

  He had no children, and I was the only apprentice, and there might not even be a grave-cryer when he was buried. "

  Dr. Mo said on his own, the atmosphere in the duty room gradually solidified and depressed.

  Sun Er stood aside silently, and Zhuo San was also stunned.

   "Sanlang, cough cough, apologize to the doctor."

   Zhuo San's mother tapped Zhuo San's back with her fingertips.

  ". Forget it. All the gentlemen in Taiyuan Mansion are preparing to leave. Princes and princesses will run away when the situation is not good.

  Just you natives of Taiyuan Prefecture, and a carefree doctor like me, are left here. "

  Doctor Mo waved his hands, sighed, and said to Zhuo San: "Let's go, take your mother to get a smear."

  He walked out of the duty room in a dispirited manner, took Zhuo San and his mother to the laboratory, drew blood, made a smear, put it under a microscope, and glanced at it.

  Sun Er asked cautiously: "Doctor, what's the result?"

   "See for yourself."

  Dr. Mo got up to get out of the way, and Zhuo San stepped forward in silence, leaning over and sticking to the front of the microscope.

  In the microscope, countless bacteria are suspended quietly.

  (end of this chapter)