Surgeons dressed as poor people in the Republic of China

"A new drug that has never been seen before and can fight infections?" As physicians, Dr. Chen and Dr. Shao understand what this means very well.

"Doctor Ye, how sure are you?" Doctor Chen asked seriously.

"I won't make fun of the patient's life." Ye Yibai replied equally seriously.

Dr. Chen couldn't tell what he was feeling at the moment, as if a very pleasant surprise happened right in front of your eyes. You thought you would be very happy and excited, but in fact, it was an erratic feeling, like a dream. of unreality.

A new, never-before-seen anti-infective drug was right in front of him, less than one meter away from him, and he could get it with his hand.

Dr. Chen believed in Ye Yibai. A doctor who would take the initiative to ask to enter the quarantine area at such a time definitely took his job and the life and health of his patients extremely seriously.

"Use it! Of course it does! If you have the plague, it depends on who survives it. Of course it's good to have medicine." Dr. Chen said loudly, "As long as it's not harmful to the human body, what's the use?"

Ye Yibai was overthinking the aspect of persuading other doctors to agree to the medication.The habitual thinking of later generations made Ye Yibai feel that doctors would never agree to use drugs that have not passed drug experiments and proved to be safe and effective in treatment.But in fact, no specific drug safety regulations have been issued at this time, and doctors today have not engraved the four words of drug safety into their bones like later generations.

Until 1937, an American scientist dissolved the sulfa drug in diethylene glycol, added dyes and spices to it, and made a "sulfa elixir", which was put on the market without any safety test, causing more than 100 people to die. Personal death prompted the birth of the Drug Safety Act of 1938, and as a result, the international drug testing process gradually became standardized.

Dr. Chen walked up and down the office excitedly. If this medicine can really curb the plague, then this would be a feat that would benefit the entire human race. He looked at Ye Yibai and wanted to reach out to pat Ye Yibai on the shoulder, but Realizing that this is a special period, he took his hand back again.

"Sooner rather than later, since the medicine is available, use it! Foreign newspapers say that the replantation of your amputated limb is a meritorious technique, so this antibacterial drug is a magic technique. How many surgical operations and those traumatized people are It is a pity that you passed away because you couldn't survive the infection, if this medicine is really effective, your survival rate after surgery can be increased by at least half."

As Dr. Chen said this, he was taken aback by this statistic, and the excitement on his face became more intense. He has been a doctor for so many years, and he was able to participate in such a feat when he was about to retire. The sentimentality that arose from being involved in the plague was gone.

"Dr. Chen is right. It is better to take medicine sooner rather than later. Since there are medicines, we will take them first. I saw that patient No. 1 was in a very bad condition when he was just transferred. There were already signs of shock. The temperature won’t drop tonight, and organ failure will happen sooner or later. To put it bluntly, treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and you can’t give up a glimmer of hope.”

Dr. Shao stared at the three boxes of medicines on the table without moving his eyes, as if a mouse was scratching his heart, but due to the special circumstances at this time, it was not easy for him to leave the patient who was in pain alone. , persistently explore these three boxes of medicine.

While Ye Yibai breathed a sigh of relief, a wry smile appeared on his face. Dr. Chen and Dr. Shao's reactions were better than he imagined, at least he didn't need to spend energy to persuade them to give the patient medicine, but these two seemed to be immersed in In the joy of having medicine to curb the plague, he did not understand the meaning of his words.

"Dr. Chen, Dr. Shao, the medicine must be used. Now we should discuss whether to use it or not, but for whom. I can tell you clearly that there are only three boxes of this medicine in front of me, and they are short. There will be no new medicines in time." Ye Yibo paused, and continued with an almost dry voice: "According to the current situation of patient No. 1, at least five sulfonamides are needed, and I am not sure enough, five Sulfonamide can completely cure that Mr. Wu Honglang."

Sulfonamide can be produced from aniline, but although Shanghai is now the largest city and financial center in Asia, it has to admit that its industrial level is relatively low. For example, this chemical product such as aniline is extremely difficult to order. Coupled with the current transportation conditions, this is why Ye Yibai only has these nine medicines in his hand after so many days.

Moreover, sulfonamide is generally more effective against bubonic plague, but relatively weaker for those that have developed pneumonic plague.

Ye Yibai's words were like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the excitement and excitement of several white coats in the office at this time.

"Five..." Dr. Chen's eyes fell on the three boxes of medicines on the table not far away, "That is to say, if it is used for patient No. 1, there are only four medicines left for the remaining three people. If the disease can be overcome by itself, then there may be a happy ending." He murmured.

But at this point, Dr. Chen himself shook his head and smiled wryly, trying his luck?Thankfully he figured it out.

Ye Yibai sighed softly. In fact, his rationality has already made a very clear choice for him. It's just that he couldn't bear to say such words out of personal sensibility and sympathy, but it doesn't seem to be hesitation and entanglement now. At that time, he looked at the silent Dr. Chen and Dr. Shao, and took the initiative to say: "What I mean is to give medicines for mild cases first, so as to control their conditions from becoming serious. If you have any other opinions, you can also ask them."

The doctor who made the decision at the beginning must be the doctor who bears the most pressure. Maybe mild illness can survive on his own. Although the mortality rate of the plague is high, almost two-thirds, it also means that one-third of the people are You can get over it with your own immunity.

As soon as Ye Yibai's decision was made, it meant that patient No. 1 lost his last chance to survive.

When Dr. Chen and Dr. Shao heard the words, they felt sad and unconsciously relieved, "I agree."

"I don't mind either."

Head nurse Zhou did not participate in this discussion from the beginning to the end. She lowered her head, and her eye sockets were slightly reddened by the sensuality of a woman. Ten minutes ago, she was still working hard to cool down patient No. 10. Her gloves can't block the cold of the ice at all. In July, the weather is the hottest, but until now, her hands are still icy.

And her student, Xiao Yang, is still working hard at the risk of being infected.But what can she say?One and three multiple choice questions like this...

"Intravenous injection of 5g for the first time, 4g after 2 hours, 1g every four hours thereafter, stop taking it three days after the body temperature normalizes, just use it on the same day and keep it sealed at room temperature, go and take medicine." Ye Yibai handed three boxes of sulfonamide to Nurse Zhou long.

Head nurse Zhou took a deep breath and nodded, "Okay, Doctor Ye."

She took the sulfonamide from Ye Yibai's hand and left quickly.

A 10g sulfonamide in Ye Yibai's hand needs to be taken separately with a syringe. After the head nurse Zhou walked out of the office with three boxes of medicines, she walked quickly to the nurse's desk with a sullen face. She took out two of them, and then carefully put the rest After she took 5g of the medicine bottle from the medicine bottle with a syringe, she put the unopened bottle in her pocket, and walked to the isolation ward of the three plague patients with the other bottle in her hand.

Nurse Xiao Yang was still using ice water to help Patient No. 1 cool down physically. Wu Honglang was a loyal and honest person. Seeing a little girl help him change towels all the time, he felt a little sorry.

"Doctor, bring your face here and put it next to me. I'll do it myself." Wu Honglang felt that the medical staff hadn't given up on him, and that he still had hope of living. After Wu Honglang felt that he still had hope of life, his whole condition improved a lot. Not so strenuous anymore.

Xiao Yang waved his hand, "I'm a nurse, not a doctor. That Dr. Ye just now was a doctor. He is old and powerful. A while ago, the newspapers were full of news about him. He was the first in the world to complete the replantation of a severed limb. The doctor, the first in the world, is very powerful anyway.”

Xiao Yang is obviously Ye Yibai's little fan girl, and it is inconvenient to speak while wearing protective clothing, which does not affect her blowing Ye Yibai's rainbow fart.

"No. [-] in the world, that's amazing." Wu Honglang's eyes were shining with joy. The more powerful the doctor, the greater their hope of life, so he was naturally happy.

Xiao Yang nodded, and helped Wu Honglang turn over the towel, "Of course it's great, but it's just to connect the broken hand abruptly. The best hospitals in the world came to Shanghai last month to learn from Dr. Ye. For this technology, Roches and Schatt, you may not know the name of the hospital, but it is the hospital where the president of the United States and the British royal family go when they are sick."

The three patients in the ward couldn't help showing surprise and excitement on their pale faces when they heard this, and patient No. 2, Xue Cheng, said with a smile, "Then we are treated better than the President of the United States. "

There was a burst of soft laughter in the ward, and Wu Honglang coughed violently because he laughed too eagerly. It was at this time that head nurse Zhou walked in from the door of the ward.

"Head nurse, it's not half an hour yet, there are still 15 minutes." Xiao Yang watched as head nurse Zhou approached, looked at the watch on his wrist, and said.

Head nurse Zhou had already walked to the bedside of patient No. 3. She lowered her eyelids and slowly injected the medicine in the syringe into the vein of patient No. 3 through the external rubber tube.

"I'll add the medicine. You can continue. When we take turns, you can take Mr. Wu's temperature." Head nurse Zhou said with her head down.

Xiao Yang didn't doubt that he was there, so he responded with an "oh".

Immediately, Xue Cheng in bed No. 2 took 5g of sulfonamide with a syringe, put the used bottle back into his coat pocket, then slowly pushed the 5g of sulfonamide into Xue Cheng's injection tube, turned and left .

"Hey, head nurse, doesn't Mr. Wu need medicine?" Xiao Yang subconsciously asked.

Head Nurse Zhou paused before going out, then turned her head and said, "The disease develops differently, so the medication is naturally different. Why do you still know how to dispense medicine after following two days?"

Xiao Yang shrugged and showed a helpless expression to everyone.

Seeing this, Wu Honglang and others laughed softly again, and the atmosphere in the ward seemed particularly harmonious.

Head nurse Zhou sniffed and walked out of the ward quickly. She still had to give Dr. Ma medicine.