[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

A week after the cholera outbreak.

The state of emergency had just been promulgated, and the miscounted cases had reached more than 2000 cases, and more than 400 people died of cholera.

The blue waves are still lapping on the golden bay without stopping, but there are no people on the lively beach in the past.

The busy Barcelona port is silent, and the city seems to be covered by a veil of silent panic. Even the bright autumn sun can't bring warmth to people.

The shadow of death quietly enveloped Barcelona.

Inside the colorful building of St. Paul's Hospital, doctors and nurses in gray and black robes hurriedly walked, and the hospital was filled with tension.

Originally, the designer reserved enough spacious space for each ward, but in order to accommodate as many patients as possible, partitions were added to these wards, and each ward was re-divided into four or five spaces.

Accompanied by the tinny sound of metal wheels rubbing against the ground, a door opened, and two people pushed a body covered in black cloth and left without a word.

The nurse came out behind them, turned and closed the door slowly.

He plodded along the dappled corridor.

From the last ward at the end of the corridor came the sound of heavy breathing.

"boom"!Something was knocked to the ground.

The nurse was taken aback, and hurriedly opened the door and went in.

As soon as he entered the door, the little boy on the first bed had a pale face, and his limbs with prominent knuckles were twitching uncontrollably.The metal kettle rolled a few times on the ground and stopped at the foot of the bed.

Muscle cramps!

He didn't care too much, rushed to the bed and grabbed the little boy's hand, while holding his limbs so that he could not move around, he quickly massaged his chest to promote blood flow.

After the little boy managed to calm down a little, the nurse quickly got up and picked up the water bottle at the foot of the bed, and poured it into his mouth.

His condition appeared to have sparked even greater panic among other patients.Through the curtains showing the shadowy scene, some people whispered to themselves in fear, and some people cried softly: "God, please save us!"

After an unknown amount of time, the little boy finally calmed down under his comfort.His eyes were particularly large due to the loss of water and thinness of the skin, like two glass beads embedded in his face.

Seven-year-old Parker was diagnosed with cholera two days ago, and his parents died yesterday—but he didn't know it yet.

"Sir, can I survive?" Parker asked, blinking.

"You will." The nurse forced a smile.

"That's great," Parker's eyes lit up, and he grinned with his dry mouth, "If I die, my parents will be so angry that they will beat up my dead body and insist on killing me." It's hard to crawl back from hell. It's terrible to think about it."

The nurse felt as if something was choking in her throat.

He touched the little boy's forehead, "Parker, take a good rest. You will survive and become a healthy little boy again—no, you will grow into a real man."

He coaxed Parker back to sleep, and left the ward lightly.

The sunlight in the corridor was still so bright, it almost made him cry for a moment.

What a cruel sun.

No matter how tragic things happen in the world, the sun still rises and looks at the world with indifferent golden eyes.

After closing the door, the nurse couldn't help but leaned against the wall in despair, and made a sign of the cross on her chest with extremely tired hands.

Can the city be saved?

In the past few days, he has seen too many deaths.

Under such circumstances, it is easy for a person to doubt his own beliefs.

Can God save us?

And when people watch others die one by one, they can't help but ask - when will it be my turn?

"Sir, are you too tired?" Suddenly a gentle voice came from beside him.

The nurse raised her head subconsciously.

It was a girl with light blonde hair, wearing a long white dress, standing in the corridor against the light, like an angel falling into the world with the light.

"Are you?" he asked in surprise.

She looked perfectly healthy, obviously not sick.

But if not a patient, who would come to the hospital at this time?

…even family members are afraid to come into contact with sick people.

"You need to rest, and I'm here to replace you." The girl replied with a smile, putting down a newspaper and taking the register book from him.

He noticed that she was wearing a pair of gloves.

The girl's pale golden hair was obviously well maintained, with every inch of it shining with luster. At this time, it was all tied up very carefully with headbands and neatly wrapped with a gray scarf.

Wait—he subconsciously reached out to get back the register.That records the condition of the patients he is responsible for.

"Oh, I'm sorry, please don't touch me - no, no, I didn't mean that. You haven't been sterilized after contacting a patient. No matter what you do, you have to sterilize first. This is the content of the newly issued medical guidelines .”

"What?" He looked confused.

"Miss Gordy, that is, Miss Fernandez, just issued a statement. I also brought a copy of the medical guide, which you have to read before taking care of the patient next time. But don't worry, the head nurse will arrange for everyone to study together."

After the girl finished speaking, she grabbed the doorknob of the next ward.

"Don't worry, God hasn't forgotten us." She turned her head and said with a smile, "Relax and rest, I have been specially trained. I can see that what you need most now is rest."

Miss Fernandez?

...Could it be that one?

The nurse picked up the newspaper and guidebook in surprise.

He was indeed not mistaken, it turned out to be that Miss Fernandez—the lady who personally demonstrated to them the wonderful medical technique of cardiopulmonary resuscitation to bring the dead back to life.

She also introduced them to the classification of blood types.Now doctors can almost completely avoid the fatal reaction caused by blood transfusion according to whether there will be coagulation between serum and red blood cells.

She actually didn't leave!

With her financial resources and power, if she wants to leave, absolutely no one can stop her.

But she stayed.

There was a burst of joy in his heart—that must mean there is still hope, right?

"All raw water must be boiled before drinking, and food must also be cooked. Equipment touched by human hands must be boiled or disinfected with alcohol."

The lady listed her requirements in great detail.

"We have basically identified the initial source of infection, and the results of the investigation will be announced as soon as possible. Please don't panic."

"Sick people are sent to the hospital immediately, isolated from other people, and replenished with water in time."

The content of the manual is listed one by one, and it looks too simple, too clear, so simple that people can hardly believe it, so it will be effective.

But...it was the lady after all.

If there is one person in this city who can lead them to defeat the plague, it is Miss Fernandez.

A few beams of sunlight came in from the windows high on the wall, and faint dust fell in the clear light path, as if bringing a message from heaven.

He lowered his head and made the sign of the cross again: "Our Lord, I beg for your mercy."

From St. Paul's Hospital to Las Ramblas, from the brightly lit City Hall to the deserted Montjuic Castle, the whole city waited anxiously.

Wait for the girl who has created many miracles, and let them believe in another miracle.

Two weeks after the cholera outbreak.

The number of cases reached 50, and more than [-] people died within a week.

The results of the investigation into the source of infection were published in the "Journal de Barcelona".

Nothing unusual was found at the end of a tributary of the Loboga, but Vibrio cholerae was found under a microscope in a well near it and in a water supply pipe downstream.

For most citizens, this is the first time they have heard of the existence of this terrible microorganism.

The investigation proved that the well was not separated from the underground channel, and the original source of the germs could no longer be traced.However, after the water source was controlled, there were indeed no new cases in all households on this water supply line.

Before water control, however, there was one house on the water line where no one got sick from drinking the water—the Fernandez House.

This can be regarded as the strongest evidence. If you boil tap water and then drink it, there is basically no risk of contracting cholera—there are no active bacteria observed in boiled water.

……

"Hi Joey!"

Joey looked in disbelief at the red-haired young man who was dressed in dust and carrying a portfolio, "Vincent?! Didn't you receive my telegram?"

"Of course I received it, otherwise how could I have come back so quickly?" Vincent put down the portfolio nonchalantly.

Barcelona is currently under strict control when leaving the city, but there is no barrier to entering the city.

Seeing Joey's face, he quickly added: "I told Pissarro and the others, let them come back later."

Joey endured and endured, almost gnashing his teeth, "Are you so unafraid of death?"

"I'm afraid of death," Vincent replied confidently, "but my friends are in danger, and of course I want to come back with you! Maybe I can help, right?"

"..." If the scene were changed, Joey would probably feel very moved.

But at this time, she just hoped that Vincent would make another mess.

"Okay, then you and Antonio can continue to investigate possible sources of infection in the city..."

"No," Vincent said very solemnly, "I'm going to the hospital. I need to observe the ultimate struggle of human beings for the hope of life-of course, I will also take care of the sick. I heard that those girls who never do housework We can all help take care of the sick, why can't I?"

"...Okay," Joey sighed helplessly, "be careful, Vincent."

Three weeks after the cholera outbreak.

In the past week, just over 60 people were diagnosed.Under the careful care of nurses and volunteers, the critically ill patients never died again.

Miracles really seemed to be starting to happen in Barcelona.

In St. Paul's Hospital, Parker, a seven-year-old boy, opened the door of the ward for the first time since his illness.

His light gray eyes were large and clear, with a hint of vacancy in them.

He already knew that his parents were gone.

His family was not rich, his father was a blacksmith, and his mother washed clothes for others.

They didn't have much time for him, so when he wasn't at school, he was running around all day, fighting other boys in the street, playing football, smoking and drinking secretly from his parents.

But after beating him with calloused hands, his father would still buy the leftovers that the cobbler didn't use and sew him a new football—he and his friends played too hard and couldn't use the ball It will be kicked and deflated in a few days.

And his mother, a rather irascible woman, would make him delicious stew and potato pancakes every morning.The potato cakes were oily and exuded a burnt aroma, and he could taste whether there was fresh milk or two or three slices of rare ham in it as soon as he took a bite.

He has no home, Parker thought blankly, pushing the door open.

Bright colors come rushing.He couldn't help raising his head.

There is a painting hanging on the wall in the corridor directly opposite.

Large expanses of golden wheat fields.Under the sky of floating rosy clouds, there is a burning and screaming earth.

There is no sun in the painting, and the blue sky seems to be confused with the clouds.A professional art critic would probably belittle the brushwork and rigor of this painting.

But Parker didn't know how to draw.

He only knew that the colors of this painting were so gorgeous that it almost hurt his eyes.

He has never read the book carefully, so he can't describe the feeling in his heart in words.

But he knew that from this painting, he heard the sound of the wind whistling in the open field, the sound of the wheat seedlings growing with all their strength, and the burning heartbeat in his chest.

Four weeks after the cholera outbreak.

People who had calmed down from panic and anxiety finally read the long-awaited news from the newspapers.

In the face of the plague, the city drove away the god of death for the first time in history.

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