Surgeons dressed as poor people in the Republic of China

The second floor of the temporary hospital was empty. The nurses in the nurse's desk immediately raised their heads when they heard the footsteps at the stairway, with a look of preparedness. Seeing that it was Ye Yibai, she was obviously relieved.

"Doctor Ye, why haven't you gone to rest yet? I thought the patients from Yangcun had arrived." A smile appeared on the nurse's face.

Ye Yibai walked to the nurse's desk, "I'll take two reporters in to see the patient." Ye Yibai finished registering the items in the register book on the nurse's desk, then turned to ask the two reporters, "Name, unit."

"Ah, Shen Ming, Ji Maoshi, I reported it in Hangzhou, and he will report it tomorrow."

Ye Yibai nodded, and truthfully registered the information of the two of them.

Shen Ming took two steps forward, looked at the densely packed information in the registration book with his head, and couldn't help but ask, "Doctor Ye, do you have to register for everyone who enters and exits? You can't even bring them in?"

Shen Ming, as a well-known reporter among the younger generation of Hangzhou City News, has entered many large and small units. Many units need to register when entering and leaving, but these are all for foreigners. Ye Yibai was appointed by Jinling as the national epidemic prevention department. The person in charge, even if he is the top leader of Hangzhou City, should be polite when he sees him. Shen Ming felt very surprised that such a person actually lowered his head and carefully registered his name in a register.

"Of course, no matter how well the protection work is done, there is still a risk of infection when entering the epidemic area. All people entering and leaving the epidemic area, including medical personnel, need to register in detail to facilitate risk investigation." After registering the information, he put down With the pen in his hand, he looked back at Shen Ming and Ji Maoshi with a smile, "If you regret it now, you still have a chance."

Shen Ming and Ji Maoshi hurriedly shook their heads without thinking, "Doctor Ye, you risk saving people every day. Although we can't cure diseases and save people with our power on Weibo, we also want to make our own contribution to the epidemic prevention protest." Ji Maoshi was very Sincerely.

The nurse at the nurse's desk looked at the honest and honest Ji Maoshi, and let out a soft laugh, which made the two young reporters blush.

"Come on, let's enter the isolation area. Don't touch anything after entering, don't take off your mask, just ask me if you have any questions." Ye Yibai said.

Shen Ming and Ji Maoshi looked at the brown door not far away, and the information about the quarantine area kept pouring out in their minds. As the reporters of the first and second largest newspapers in Hangzhou, their level of information is unmatched by ordinary people. , There are also newspaper seniors who came to Dong County to take pictures of the horrors of the isolation point. At that time, they discussed within the newspaper whether they would take the initiative to report to the isolation point if they had the plague.

Looking at the black-and-white photo, which can even be called "horrifying", and the patients in the photo who were as numb as a group of corpses, he once said unabashedly: "If you want me to say, maybe you can survive the plague if you have it. In the past, once you went here, you would definitely die."

At that time, his speech was unanimously approved by his colleagues, but he was not as happy as when his speech was recognized.

Shen Ming and Ji Maoshi subconsciously clenched their fists, took a breath, and made mental preparations.

Ye Yibai stepped forward and opened the door...

"The bright moon is in the sky, just like Chang'e leaving the moon palace~" A melodious and melodious music came to everyone's ears.

"Good!" followed by warm applause.

"Boss Zheng has great skills. As expected, he came out of the pear orchard. This old skill has not been lost. I hear it is better than the corners in the gardens in this city. Doctor Yang, what do you think?"

The person called Dr. Yang smiled and nodded cheerfully, "Okay, it sounds good. Mr. Zheng has a long breath. I think it's almost good."

The other patient was half lying on the hospital bed, and said with a smile: "As expected of a man in a white coat, you can still diagnose a disease by listening to a tune. Why don't we stop doing any checkups in the morning, and come one by one."

There was a burst of laughter immediately in the lobby of the isolation area.

Shen Ming and Ji Maoshi stared at the scene in front of them in a daze.At eight or nine o'clock, the winter sun shines through the windows in the spacious lobby. Men and women, old and young, wear the same hospital clothes, or lie or sit on the bed.

It can be seen that their beds are all temporarily erected. The boards are of different sizes, with heights and bottoms, and some are even placed on the ground. However, their sheets are all pure white, and the light looks very beautiful on them.

But even better was the smile on their faces.

For some reason, those few black-and-white photos that he obviously didn't want to remember, and he was even a little scared, became very clear in his mind at this time. face one by one.

But how could this be a person?In the photo, the numb, desperate man who looks like a ghost, and the man in front of him who is singing the melodious "The Drunken Concubine" with his sleeves flapping, can even be said to be good-looking, and the man who is half leaning on the bed and pulling the curtain to look out. The gentle woman watching, and the woman in the black and white photo looking up at the ceiling numbly, how could this be the same person.

"The second floor is the isolation area for mild patients. Mild patients generally have strong immunity, and the disease develops slowly, which gives us more opportunities for medical intervention, and the cure rate is generally high." Ye Yibai walked to the two A reporter introduced that he was walking forward. After walking for a while, Ye Yibai stopped and looked back. He didn't hear the sound of footsteps following him. Sure enough, the two reporters stood still not far away. up.

"Reporter Shen, Reporter Ji?" Ye Yibai asked suspiciously.

Shen Ming and Ji Maoshi felt as if they had just woken up from a dream when they heard the sound. They quickly stepped forward, their expressions of excitement could not be concealed, but before they could open their mouths, Ye Yibai's arrival was discovered by others.

"Doctor Ye." Dr. Yang, who was enjoying "The Drunken Concubine" with the patient, jumped up on the spot like a student who was caught by the teacher for deserting in class, and walked quickly to Ye Yibai, "Mr. Zheng The inspection data this morning is good, and after two days of hanging water, I hope to become our first cured plague patient.”

As Dr. Yang said, he handed Ye Yibai a stack of medical records in his hand, and Ye Yibai took them and flipped through them quickly, "Collected in the morning? You moved quickly?"

Dr. Yang laughed twice, "Hey, we took shifts. We slept through the night yesterday, so we are more efficient in the morning. On the contrary, these patients were woken up by us for an injection after a few hours of sleep. I asked the nurse to give me an injection at noon." Don't hang water for a while, let them rest for a while."

Ye Yibai nodded, "Yes, there is no specific medicine for the plague, and most of it depends on the patient's own immunity, so in addition to medical support, sleep and diet are particularly important. Pay more attention to a few patients who are likely to be cured. After the plague is cured, They have antibodies to the plague bacteria in their bodies, and one month after he is cured, his plasma can help critically ill patients, although blood donation is voluntary, but at this time, I think we medical workers need to do our best to convince patients.”

When Dr. Yang heard this, he changed from his honest and easy-going appearance just now, and immediately became serious and excited. The two of them were chatting about serum therapy, and various professional terms kept coming out of the mouths of the two white coats. Anyway, Shen Ming and Ji Maoshi I can't understand either.

However, at this moment, they couldn't care less about listening to the professional exchange between the two doctors, Ye Yang, and all their minds were attracted by this harmonious and warm isolation scene.

"Doctor Ye, can we interview patients?" The winter sun looked very gentle, even standing against the light was not too dazzling.

"Of course, but keep a distance of one meter, don't touch, and protect yourself." Ye Yibai raised his head and smiled at them.

Shen Ming and Ji Maoshi squeezed the camera, pen and paper in their hands, and walked forward facing the light.

"Hello, can I interview you? I am a reporter from Hangzhou Daily. Other people in Hangzhou and your family members should be very concerned and worried about your current situation. I want to pass on your current situation and news. , let them know."

"That's great, Mr. Reporter, you can ask."

"Oh, I've been quarantined for more than half a month. I don't know what's going on at home. Mr. Reporter, please take a photo of me. Maybe my wife can see it."

The patients were chattering, and some excited patients wanted to stand up and approach Shen Ming and the others, but they were stopped by the nurse beside them as soon as they stood up, "Mr. Liu, don't move, if you get close, these two The reporter was also infected and quarantined, and no one will pass on your news for you."

A group of patients didn't feel unhappy when they heard the words, and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I am not moving, I just stand here and talk."

The camera in Ji Maoshi's hand was working non-stop. At this time, the camera film was very expensive. Every time Ji Maoshi went out to take pictures, he counted and took pictures. It was absolutely wrong to take fewer shots, but this time, he had no counts at all. The idea of ​​taking photos, he just felt that every smile on the faces of these patients was precious, what was the film, he wanted to take all of them.

"Reporter, take a picture for me too, maybe my daughter can see it."

"I also want."

"Okay, okay, okay." Ji Maoshi kept nodding stupidly, and kept pressing the shutter of the camera.

Shen Ming watched the crowd scrambling to get Ji Maoshi to take a picture, opened his mouth, and asked the most meaningless but most meaningful question in his career as a reporter, "How are you?"

Shen Ming himself was embarrassed to hear a dry question just like that without foreshadowing, but the patients were very proud of it.

"It's fine, it's fine, we took a shower, changed our clothes, and ate big meat buns in the morning."

"Yes, although it was a bit difficult a while ago, but looking at them, I know that there are still people who care about them and have not been given up, so I am very happy." A patient quietly pointed to the nurse who was changing the drip.

"Mr. Reporter, please tell the outside that we are fine and the doctor is fine, so don't worry about us." The gentle woman leaning on the bed opened the curtain and said softly.

Shen Ming only felt that his eyes were sore, as if there was steam rising out, he raised his hand subconsciously, but was stopped by several people in unison, "Don't rub your eyes!"

Ye Yibai and Dr. Yang were talking excitedly when they heard the sound and looked over at the same time. It was actually a few patients who spoke, among them, the one who had just sang "The Drunken Concubine" saw the two doctors coming over and couldn't help laughing: "I'm listening to them The nurses and doctors reminded each other several times in the morning, and they all learned by heart that you should not rub your eyes with your hands before leaving the isolation area for disinfection."

Several nurses blushed, and Dr. Yang was also a little embarrassed. It is true that they were not used to it on the first day, so they reminded each other.

Shen Ming sniffed, and looked at Mr. Zheng with a smile in his eyes, "Sir, can I take a photo of you singing "The Drunken Concubine"? I think it sounds good and looks good."

That Mr. Zheng's eyes lit up when he heard the words, "Of course." He immediately stood up, stood by the hospital bed and began to swing his hand into an orchid finger, "All night wine, ah, holding a gold bottle, Gao Peier The scholar is so diligent! Life is like a spring dream, and you can drink a few cups with your own bosom~"

There was a "click" in the photo, and the man who swung his sleeves and sang a cappella against the light was captured.

Next is the third floor. The atmosphere in the isolation area with moderate illness is obviously a little heavier than that in the isolation area with mild illness. Most of them are lying quietly on the hospital bed. Sit up and greet Ye Yibai.

In order to reassure the patients in the isolated hospital, the staff of the hospital introduced the situation of the temporary hospital in detail to them when they arrived at the hospital. In order to increase the confidence of the patients, the glittering titles on Dr. Ye's head were naturally taken out again. Say it again.

The medical staff told them over and over again that the best doctors in Huaguo, and even the top doctors in the world, were treating them, and told them not to give up.

"I will think of a way in the drug inventory, and I still need to use it, but the sequelae of hormone drugs are still relatively severe, and the dosage of drugs that are not obvious in the lungs should be controlled."

"Okay, Doctor Ye."

While Ye Yibai was speaking, he suddenly felt as if someone was pulling his trousers, he looked down, and a six or seven year old girl was looking up at him.

"Doctor Ye, Doctor Chen said that you are the most powerful doctor in the world, and you even treated the British ambassador. Can you cure my grandma?" The little girl's voice was a little hoarse, and she coughed a little while talking.

When he felt that he was about to cough, the little girl took two steps back obediently, turned her head to the side, and coughed. Ye Yibai's heart warmed up, and he understood that the little girl was using her own method to protect him.

"The most powerful doctor in the world?" Ye Yibai repeated, his expression became a little weird.

Dr. Chen, who had just seriously reported to Ye Yibai the situation of the patients in the isolation area with moderate illness, coughed violently. The cough was a bit more exaggerated than some patients, and several nurses quickly moved away from him.

Ye Yibai turned his head to look at Dr. Chen, and said seriously, "It's all right, report any discomfort immediately."

Dr. Chen lowered his head and kept waving his hands, "I...I was just choking on my saliva." Regarding how it felt to die on the spot, Dr. Chen lowered his head and dared not look at Ye Yibai again.

But the patients obviously didn't understand Dr. Chen's embarrassment, and continued: "Doctor Ye, don't be modest, you see your news and magazines are posted there. We are really serious that a person like you can come to see a doctor for us." happy." A middle-aged man in his forties smiled and pointed to a pillar not far away.

Ye Yibai looked in the direction the middle-aged man pointed, and saw news about him neatly pasted on a large pillar in the middle of the lobby on the third floor, cut from newspapers and magazines.

There is the news about him saving the Thomas family at the scene of the car accident, his interview in the "Saturday Post", the news about him appearing in "The Lancet" and all kinds of things, except "The Lancet" magazine is not easy to buy in China That paper was not posted, and almost all other news about him was posted on it.

Ye Yibai walked towards the pillar. The head of Dr. Chen, who was still in high spirits just now, was almost buried on the ground. His head was so low that people couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but Shen Ming and Ji Maoshi Frozenly, he felt the embarrassment and despair of entanglement and social death from this Dr. Chen. After struggling for a while, Dr. Chen walked towards the pillar hesitantly.

Shen Ming and Ji Maoshi looked at each other and hurried to follow.

Ye Yibai watched it seriously, even he himself had never read so many reports about himself, especially since most of these were published by newspapers in Hangzhou, and Ye Yibai also read one of them among the editors of the report To Shen Ming's name.

"I just want to encourage the confidence of patients. You are my idol. I have always imagined that like you, with my professional ability, foreigners have to admit that we have great doctors in Huaguo. The patients are very happy to see it. , they think if you can sew up a broken finger, if you can make someone who can't laugh laugh again, you can surely cure them. Of course, I'm a doctor, and I know it's not the same thing, but... "

Dr. Chen seemed a little incoherent because of nervousness, "However, I think the patient's confidence is very helpful in curing the disease."

Ye Yibai looked at himself on the pillars all over the wall, and wanted to rub his temples, but the temples were too close to his eyes, and he hadn't sterilized them yet. Weird and awkward.

"Click." A camera sounded.

Ye Yibai with a weird face, Doctor Chen with an embarrassed expression, and the wall-covered reports, honors, and gentle sunlight were captured in the camera.