Pinellia has arrived [Rebirth]

Last night, Shi Zhen got drunk, her assistant sent her home at close to 2 am, and was woken up by the same person's phone call just after 8 am.The other party heard that she was not in a high mood, and after finishing the main point in a few words, Shi Zhen said "um" in a cold tone, and cut off the call.

In the past two years, she has seldom used alcohol to soothe her sorrows. She watched the video last night, and the emotions buried deep in her heart couldn't help overflowing her heart.Zhong Yi has been away for nine years and 95 days, and she counts the time every day.

In the past three years, she has been shooting movies and TV series almost all year round. Others think that she is a model worker and is willing to spend energy to hone her acting skills. In fact, it is difficult to fall asleep every night, so it is better to spend time with a few like-minded rival actors.

At the age of 25 or 6, Shi Zhen is in full bloom, and suitors are flocking to her. She deliberately spread rumors to tarnish her reputation.People around will point and point at first, and gradually get used to it.Gossips have to be staged, Shi Zhen only picks out juniors, drinks a couple of cups and chats, and generously lets the media follow and secretly film them.Afterwards, I helped the juniors build bridges and matchmaking at work, and never kept the thought of deeper contact.

However, this time, the rhythm was disrupted, the horse stumbled, and unexpected appearances appeared.On the night when she watched Lang Yiqiu turn and leave from the corridor of the exhibition center, her mind was filled with the way the other party stared at her.Afterwards, Lang Yiqiu's usual frowns, smiles, words, and words were poured into his mind.

She was a little scared, feeling inexplicably flustered and uncomfortable.Is it true to prove that sentence, only when you lose can you know how to cherish? The other party greets you every morning and evening, and the other party often sends some food pictures without repeating the same, and the other party’s words are like birds chirping...

So, at the official recording scene, Lang Yiqiu was sent a promotion card by accident, which even the program team thought it was inconceivable.When she received the rebuff as expected, she looked at the back of the stepping down, and the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously.

She is not her, but Lang Yiqiu who is himself is more eye-catching.

In the days that followed, Shi Zhen didn't know how many days since, he habitually took the initiative to send good morning and evening to Lang Yiqiu, he had no other thoughts, maybe he just wanted to be friends again.

Fortunately, the other party seems to have the same mentality, one morning, one night, nothing else.

is enough.

However, at this moment, with the lingering singing voices lingering in his ears, Shi Zhen suddenly felt that in a small corner where there was once only one person, there was a seed that seemed to be breaking through the ground and sprouting...

......

Turning back to the other side, Qi Banxia, ​​who returned from the Town God's Temple disappointed, did not give up. She asked her friend to draw a picture of the man who practiced the trick in her dream according to her description, and used her powerful network to find the man, but to no avail.

What is the price? What should I do? Qi Banxia has been worried for several days.Naturally, Jiang Baizhi could sense her strangeness, and ran to both sides of the hospital villa.If she rests the next day, she will stay in the ward at night; and go back to the villa directly after work the next day. After all, the level of care in the special needs ward can still make her feel at ease.

As for mask processing, the daily output of the two factories is at least 30 pieces. Qi Banxia dare not make too much fanfare, fearing to attract the attention of relevant departments and cause panic.

Jiang Baizhi understood her good intentions, and she didn't say anything at the hospital, everything was as usual.Because as far as we know later, the director of the Department of Respiratory and Critical Care Medicine has reported the situation and is waiting for further arrangements.She just needs to go to and from get off work normally like an ordinary doctor, wear a mask, wash her hands frequently, and give Zhao Ruoruo thousands of exhortations.

"Master, we occasionally wear it when we go to the ward, but we usually take it off in the office."

Jiang Baizhi said seriously: "It must be worn."

Zhao Ruoruo was puzzled: "Why?"

"Is there an increase in the number of patients with pneumonia and fever in the Department of Respiratory Medicine recently?"

"How does Master know?"

Jiang Baizhi coaxed her: "I know the director of your department, and I chatted casually. In short, remember to wear a mask. You have to wash your hands when you return to the office and go home."

Zhao Ruoruo followed suit without any doubt.

In late January, Jiang Baizhi transferred Jiang Luhua to a private hospital. On the 21st, the hospital received a notice to start the transformation of "three districts and two channels". On the 24th, all ordinary patients were evacuated, and it became the second batch of hospitals in Yanyang City that specialized in treating pneumonia patients.

On January 1th, Lunar New Year's Eve, at 24:[-] in the morning, the sky was bright.

Wearing a mask and ready to go, Jiang Baizhi stood outside the door, staring deeply at Qi Banxia who was also wearing a mask two meters away.

"I'll wait for you to go home."

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Jiang Baizhi didn't allow her to approach, kiss, and all intimate actions, and she slept in separate rooms at night.Just because she recently came into contact with a large number of febrile patients, suspected and confirmed.

"Go to bed early at night, don't wait for me." After Jiang Baizhi said the last sentence, she turned around and rushed out the door.Qi Banxia looked at her back from a distance, reluctant to move his eyes away.

The oncology department does not belong to the general disease department. One third of the doctors stayed behind, and the rest were arranged to go to the second fever ward. Jiang Baizhi volunteered to sign up.In the morning, patients flocked to the hospital, and the 62 beds in the second ward were full of patients.

Looking at the crowded citizens, the nurse shouted anxiously: "There are not enough reagents and beds, what should I do?"

Jiang Zizhi was wearing a protective suit and had trouble walking in the corridor: "Ask about the symptoms first, and take them for a CT scan of the lungs."

"Doctor Jiang, patient, female, 67 years old, with multiple ground-glass opacities and infiltrates in both lungs."

Jiang Baizhi glanced at the patient sitting paralyzed by the wall, and immediately said: "Take care."

The middle-aged man shouted angrily: "Hey, why don't you accept me and her? I'll line up first."

"Priorities, where's your ct report?"

The man handed it to her, and Jiang Baizhi returned it two seconds later: "Minor, wait first." In order to avoid conflict, she raised her head again, and explained in a kind tone, "We are all compatriots, and we are considerate of each other."

The man still kept his mouth shut, An Anxin lined up and waited for the bed.

It stands to reason that intern doctors are not within the scope of overall planning and deployment, so Zhao Ruoruo was urged to go back by his family on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month.On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, taking advantage of the fact that Yanyang was not closed, she hurried back from her hometown by stealthily riding a battery car, charging it three or four times along the way, and usually driving for less than two hours, forced her to ride for almost two days.

At [-]:[-] p.m. on New Year's Eve, Zhao Ruoruo, who was assigned to the second fever ward after application, ran into Jiang Baizhi who was eating.

Jiang Baizhi was moved: "Why did you run back?"

"Master, I can't do without me."

"Have you eaten yet?" Jiang Baizhi distributed the untouched half of the rice in the bowl to Zhao Ruoruo, and said with bent lips, "Ms. Qi sent someone to deliver it."

"I eat!"

"Director Jiang, there is something wrong with the patient in bed 23." They immediately put down a few mouthfuls of food, put on masks, gloves and goggles and trotted over.

"Oxygenation Index?"

"Less than 100."

Jiang Baizhi and another doctor decided to carry out "prone position ventilation treatment" after discussion. In the past, three or four medical staff could help turn over.Nowadays, there are many tubes inserted in the patients, and their protective clothing is heavy. Jiang Baizhi notified the nurse to call someone, and finally eight people turned the patient over safely.

"Fortunately, it's not too late." Zhao Ruoruo's goggles were foggy, and just about to take off the latex gloves and wipe the goggles, Jiang Baizhi had already helped her take them off.

"Apply a little hand sanitizer on the inside of the goggles, wipe it evenly with a paper towel, then apply a quick hand disinfection gel, and then wipe it with a paper towel." used by other medical staff.

"It seems to be true. It is much more convenient." Zhao Ruoruo put on the mask and asked, "Master, what is the specific treatment plan?"

"Western medicine clinical rescue, control of basic disease and secondary disease, traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine according to the patient's disease treatment."

"I understand that just now, the patient's epidemic poison closed the lungs, the qi in the internal organs was blocked, the poison damaged the lungs and collaterals, and the pulse was slippery and rapid. Chinese medicine should focus on detoxification and blood stasis, and clearing the internal organs to relieve heat."

Zhao Ruoruo humbly asked for advice, and the master and apprentice chatted without saying a word.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the logistics team sent a large bowl of dumplings, saying that it was New Year's Eve, and no matter what, I had to eat two.

The doctor on night shift asked Jiang Baizhi: "Director Jiang, why don't you go home for the New Year? You don't have work at night."

The head nurse explained to her: "The 23-bed patient is still in danger, so Director Jiang stayed."

"It's the same for other doctors, let's go home for the New Year."

The head nurse smiled and said, "Doctor Xiao Liu, what do you know? Director Qi of the Department of Orthopedics is in the third ward next door, and Director Jiang has no one to accompany her to celebrate the New Year when she comes home."

Jiang Baizhi looked helplessly at Zhao Ruoruo who was smiling wryly, scooped up a dumpling and put it in his mouth to chew.

New Year's feeling.

Late at night is close to midnight, apart from some special work, the medical staff who have been busy for a while are free, open WeChat, chat with family members through video, and send blessings to each other.Jiang Baizhi asked the nurses in the private hospital for help, looked at the sleeping Jiang Luhua, prayed silently, and sent blessings to Sun Mingfen, Qi Yuanzhi and other relatives.Finally, I turned back to Qi Banxia's dialog box, and the other party hadn't had time to reply to the message from half an hour ago.

"A Zhi, are you done with your work?" Qi Banxia still remembers Jiang Baizhi so busy that Director Liu forced her to go home to rest.

Still the same sentence: "Don't wait for me, go to bed early."

Wei Banxia suddenly said: "27."

Jiang Baizhi listened closely to her ear, and then typed back "Huh?"

"At that time, I deliberately didn't cover the quilt, and counted the caring times of a certain doctor who came home late at night, 27, which is the number of times she helped me cover the quilt."

"How many times do you want this time?"

"One less time, one time is fine." It shouldn't be too much to go home one day early.

"Okay, I promise you."

Before the Chinese New Year's bell rang, Jiang Baizhi was hastily called away again.

"Blood pressure, pulse."

The busy figures of doctors and nurses, accompanied by the beeping sound of the equipment, accompany them through the last second of the old year and the first second of the new year.

At three o'clock in the morning, the prone position ventilation treatment on bed 23 ended, and it was confirmed that the patient was out of danger. Jiang Baizhi left the hospital with peace of mind.She didn't go back to the villa, when she pushed open the anti-theft door of the apartment, she saw Qi Banxia lying on the sofa.

Sure enough, there is a tacit understanding.

Disinfect Jiang Baizhi, take a bath, and complete a series of disinfections. Put on a mask and approach the sofa gently.On the coffee table are the details of the second batch of resources and materials. Qi Banxia was the first to respond to an old artist in the singer circle and join the other party's epidemic prevention public welfare team.As big as medical surgical masks, protective clothing, blood gas analyzers, ventilators, medical gloves... as small as a bottle of disinfectant hand sanitizer has a clear whereabouts.

Jiang Baizhi helped tidy it up, covered Qi Banxia with a quilt, stood up and looked at her tenderly without approaching her: "Happy New Year." Added a nickname in a soft voice, "My dear."