Therapeutic Survival [End Times]

After a day of work with a lot of worries, he changed several pharmacies on the way home from get off work and finally bought a new box of cold medicine. Holding the medicine box, Song Yichi vaguely felt that his fever was not a common cold, and his peaceful life was To be broken.

The next day, I cheered up and went to work in the hospital as usual, but the number of medical staff was smaller than yesterday. On the contrary, there were more people in the emergency department and internal medicine clinic.Originally, Song Yichi was a doctor in the neurology department of the sixth floor, but due to the surge in the number of patients in a short period of time, the medical pressure was too great, and the dean had to urgently dispatch many doctors and nurses from the unbusy departments to the emergency department to help.

On the third day, the number of fever patients continued to increase, and the number of medical staff also increased a lot. They should all come back in response to the call and persist in working despite illness.

While drinking water, Song Yichi changed himself to a cooling sticker. With a long beard, he laid down on the desk and rested tiredly. His joints all over his body were aching from a fever for several days, and his eyeballs were dry and hot like fire, making him uncomfortable. Extremely.

Fortunately, he is young and in good health, and his immunity can withstand the virus, he thought happily in his sleepiness.

"Attention all staff in the hospital. According to the latest instructions from the Center for Disease Control and Prevention, due to the sudden surge of strong influenza viruses, the No. [-] building of our hospital will be fully isolated as a key prevention and control unit for patients. Please leave the family members of the emergency department as soon as possible. Other departments The medical staff complete the transfer of the ward as soon as possible. All hospital staff please pay attention..."

The circular broadcast notification instantly dispelled Song Yichi's accumulation of fatigue. He stood up and walked quickly to the outpatient hall. The director in charge of the emergency department was surrounded by people and was sweating profusely. Chair, the director stood on it, pressed his hand down and said: "Everyone be quiet, listen to me. This is a unified notice from above, mainly to reduce the spread of the virus. Just now the news announced that all schools are closed, and our hospital The fever area should also cooperate with the temporary isolation of fever people to facilitate treatment and reduce cross-infection. Don't worry, this is only a temporary measure, and patients can be discharged after their condition improves. So don't panic, please cooperate with our work."

One of the family members asked loudly: "What about the patient when we go home? Can't we stay with him?"

"Sick patients will be taken care of by professionals in different areas according to the situation, and they cannot stay with them for the time being."

The little nurse on the side hurriedly asked: "What should we do, Director? Can't we go home?"

The director said: "The same goes for the medical staff. Those who have a fever can't leave for the time being. If they don't have a fever, they will be arranged to take turns. Now is a special period. Even if they take turns, they must be on duty at any time!"

Hearing what he wanted to know, Song Yichi didn't hesitate any longer, turned around and went back to the temporary lounge, took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his white coat, and called Song's mother: "Hey mom, how are you? Are you okay?"

Song's mother also just came back from shopping and saw the news. She heard that her son's hospital was quarantined, and her heart was racing. Are you OK?"

Similar questions warmed the hearts of both mother and son at the same time. Song Yichi couldn't help but slow down his expression, and comforted him softly, "I'm fine, mom, but I can't go back for two days. The doctors will take turns off when the disinfection channel of the hospital comes. How are you? No discomfort?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I just got back from buying groceries." For a mother at this time, there is nothing more reassuring than receiving news from her child, "Well, pay more attention to yourself in the hospital. ?”

"A little bit, but it's not as hot as the previous two days. It's probably getting better soon."

"That's good. When you are on duty, remember to wear a few more layers of the mask, and surround it tightly, so you don't get infected again, you know."

"Yes, I will pay attention, mom, don't go out these two days, wait for me to come home." Song Yichi nodded in agreement, and then was repeatedly told by his mother to call back on time every day to ensure safety, and then hung up.

In my previous life, I was isolated like this at the beginning of the M Municipal Hospital in the south. A small number of people may be allowed to be discharged from the hospital because of their good health and high fever after three to five days.Most people will become more and more serious, vomiting, or even comatose, coupled with the patients who are constantly being sent by ambulance, the overall number of people staying in the hospital is increasing.

Everything coincided with the situation he knew. Now, he can be sure that the raging influenza virus variant is still coming, and it is a full five years in advance.

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Song Yichi's fever completely subsided on the fifth day. After get off work, he joined the first batch of doctors who were approved to leave after the fever subsided, and sent them home to take a day off.

Song's mother was very excited when she saw her son came back safely, and asked people for a long time. Seeing his mother's face, Song Yichi knew that he must be worrying about sleeping and eating these few days. After answering mother's questions patiently, he drove people to rest. Then open the checklist form on your computer.

In the past, he always wanted to prepare supplies such as solar-powered stoves, showers, cooking utensils, and clothes, and wait until he had time to buy food and see the situation nearby. Now he can’t help but worry about why he is so confident that the time in his memory must be accurate. Get things ready early!

Song Yichi rubbed his face hard to wake up.It’s useless to think about it now. I opened the list and re-planned. I don’t need to think about the things that have already been put in. My convenience store is on the street outside the community. The amount is large enough for two people, and it can be used for three years.

He only has one day to prepare these things, and if there is no change the day after tomorrow, he will have to go to the hospital for shifts.

When I thought about it, I started to move. The back door of the supermarket was authorized by myself, and I left a note for my mother, saying that I would go to the small supermarket to get some things for the home for backup, and I would come back soon, so that she could rest assured.

Putting on a mask, Song Yichi went out of the community and went straight to the supermarket, occasionally seeing someone covered as tightly as himself, walking in a hurry.The back door of the supermarket is a rolling shutter door. After he entered, he put it down again. After all, he needed to use the space to store things, so he closed the door to handle things.

The [-]-square-meter convenience store is not too big, with a storefront in front and a warehouse in the back.Boxes of things in the warehouse were taken away directly, and the odds and ends of the shelves in the store were too lazy to sort out. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, the shelves and freezers were collected together. Anyway, it will be closed for a short time, and Mother Song will not find out.

It took more than half an hour to make a drastic meal. Of course, Song Yichi did not forget to set aside two small boxes, filled with commonly used seasonings, shampoo and toilet paper, and a box of water.

When Mother Song woke up, she thought Song Yichi was sleeping in the room, but she saw a message saying that she ran out to get something and was complaining about her son. She immediately went to open the door when she heard the noise, and Song Yichi, who was trying to open the door with his hands free, was startled, "Mom, you What happened?"

"How do I know you're not here if I don't get up? What's the rush to get these things? You just need to rest when you come back." Mother Song picked up the seasoning box on the ground.

"Be prepared, who knows how long this flu will last." Song Yichi carried water, hooked his feet to put on the anti-theft door, and deliberately asked Song's mother if the vegetable market was still open, and then thought about how much space he wanted to store. Small, going to the vegetable market around my home will cause trouble if I am recognized. It is better to go to the suburban farmers wholesale market tomorrow morning.

After making a report to Mother Song, Song Yichi went back to his room to take a shower, and began to work on the things in the space. He wanted to make as much room as possible for fresh vegetables and meat.It was just dawn the next day, and he drove to the wholesale market. He was unlucky, only a few stores were open, and the vegetables were not very fresh.

After roughly walking around, he chose an egg seller, bought ten baskets of various kinds, and paid directly by mobile phone. Fortunately, he had already recovered all the money that could be recovered two days ago, and he had to give up if he could not.

I inquired with the owner of this shop that there is a village not far away that can provide food. Because the flu has been severe recently and many people are sick, no one delivers.

Song Yichi pretended to ask if the eggs he bought could be delivered to the city, but he was declined politely, and then he pointed to his own car and negotiated with the stall owner to use the car as a mortgage, and borrowed his miniature box truck to deliver the eggs back, and returned them before noon. return.

He thought that his car couldn't fit these things at all, and he didn't rent a warehouse in advance to turn around, so he might as well just use the small egg truck as a small mobile warehouse, take the bought things to a place where no one is around, store them, and buy them again when he comes back.

Someone in the stall owner's family also had a fever and asked for money to see a doctor. He was reluctant to let the deal fail, so he hesitated and agreed.

Afterwards, Song Yichi drove a small truck to the meat shed in the north to buy all kinds of whole pork, beef, mutton, chicken, and duck, and packaged them, and then went to the fruit and vegetable place in the middle to choose all kinds of fruits that could be bought. , all kinds of rice and beans filled a cart.

The box of this kind of minivan is very small, about 5 cubic meters, and it is enough to buy some food for himself. As long as the space can fit, he would rather buy more and save it than regret it when he can't buy it.

After the farmer's market had finished receiving the goods, he followed the egg stall owner's description and found a vegetable field with a greenhouse along the side road of the expressway. Together, several of them had a complete range of vegetables, and there were also some local fruits. .

I returned to the wholesale market earlier than expected to change my car, thought about leaving an extra 200 yuan for gas money to the stall owner, and used gossip to complain about the flu to secretly remind me that I should save some food at home.The stall owner smiled and accepted the gas money, and stuffed Song Yichi with a bagful of firewood eggs.

Most of the money brought out this time was spent. Thinking that the space was enough for them to eat for two years, Song Yichi slept a lot at night.

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Close your eyes and open your eyes, the seventh day, the day when I stopped here in my previous life.After changing his clothes in the locker room, Song Yichi, who put on a mask and gloves, secretly clenched his left hand, a little nervous.

He could have chosen not to come, and no one in the hospital would bother to pursue it if he gave any reason.But he still came. The only thing known in the previous life was that the confusion of some people led to an accidental explosion. It is impossible to say whether the final situation will be good or bad.

He couldn't do it and didn't even try, so he shrank back at home and waited for the result. Faced with difficulties, finding ways to overcome them is what he has always done.

At the same time, Song Yichi believed in his ability to judge danger.If the situation really becomes very dangerous, as a doctor, reckless use of force is obviously not his specialty, and he just needs to find an opportunity to escape. He is a strong and strong man who always has a way to rush out. called stupid.

In all fairness he doesn't want a delirious patient, even if he has room to back up, a disaster is a disaster and no one wants it to happen.

Unfortunately, it backfired.