Surgeons dressed as poor people in the Republic of China

The ease and warmth of the second and third floors gave Shen Ming and Ji Maoshi the illusion that the plague was not so terrible. They were a little excited and followed Ye Yibai up to the fourth floor, and saw a completely different world.

The rushing medical staff coughed loudly.

"Hurry up."

When the severity of the plague reached a certain level, life began to count down. Two doctors quickly ran past the three of them, "Can you still breathe? Breathing bag, suck hard, hard."

In the isolation area, only the doctor's shouts and the patient's hard breathing could be heard. He was really trying hard. His airway made a sound like a blocked sewer, but the surrounding patients didn't seem to hear anything. Some deliberately turned their heads to the side, and some directly covered their eyes with the quilt.

"Okay, okay, that's it. Just slow down."

The patient made a hiccup-like sound, and then his breathing gradually stabilized. Ye Yibai secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at the two somewhat frightened reporters, and said softly: "Once the plague develops into a severe disease, most Both ended up in respiratory failure, so I hope to get your help."

Ye Yibai looked at Shen Ming and Ji Maoshi seriously, and Shen Ming and Ji Maoshi pointed at themselves when they heard the words, "Us?"

"Doctor Ye."

"Doctor Ye, are you here? What's the matter?" The doctors who finished the first aid also saw Ye Yibai and others at this time, and walked over to greet them.

It is very inconvenient to go in and out of the sick area. Generally, medical staff will never enter the critically ill area frequently if there is no urgent matter. Ye Yibai only came two hours ago, so several doctors Her first reaction was that Dr. Ye had something important to do.

Ye Yibai smiled at them, "It's nothing, you guys go to work, I'll bring two reporter friends to see, and we must let everyone's efforts be seen."

Several doctors smiled wryly, "It's nothing if we don't see it, but we always hope that our efforts will see results." As he said, his eyes could not help falling on the patient who had just recovered from his breath. Understand, they can save him once, but not necessarily the second and third time, and the fate of most people here is the same.

"Yes." Ye Yibai glanced across the quiet and depressing critically ill area, his mouth tightly pursed into a straight line.

Several doctors were still busy, so they left in a hurry after saying a few words.

"Where did we just talk about?" Ye Yibai turned his head to look at Shen Ming and Ji Maoshi, "Oh, yes, I am asking for your help." It may be the reason why I didn't sleep all night last night. Ye Yibai felt that his The brain is a little sluggish.

"Doctor Ye, what are you talking about? If we can help, then we must be looking forward to it. This is the business of all of us in Hangzhou. There is no such thing as helping or not." Shen Ming said hastily.

Ye Yibai deliberated over his language, and introduced some serum therapy in as concise a language as possible.

"The fight against the epidemic has reached this stage, and many things cannot be done by our doctors alone. There is no symptomatic drug for the plague, and patients with mild and moderate symptoms still have the opportunity to survive with anti-autoimmunity and drug support, but the time has come Serum therapy is a relatively new treatment method, but its founder Behring won the Nobel Prize for it in 1901, which can be seen The effect is recognized by the world's mainstream medical circles."

Shen Ming quickly took out the pen and paper, and quickly recorded Ye Yibai's words. His pen tip trembled slightly. After experiencing the scene just now, he understood very well what the words he wrote meant.

"Doctor Ye, do you mean that the blood of the cured plague patients can help critically ill patients?" Shen Ming tried to calm himself down. He is a reporter, and he has to complicate every word he writes.

"Yes, to be precise, it is best to treat the plague patients 60-80 days after the cure. At this time, the antibodies in their bodies are the most and the effect is the best. Of course, because the outbreak of the plague in Hangcheng is relatively short, if there is not enough For cured patients who meet the conditions, we can also relax appropriately, to one and a half months, that is, 45-80 days."

"Will the blood draw be harmful to those cured surgery patients?"

"An appropriate amount of blood donation will not harm the human body and will not cause any sequelae. It is 200-400 ml. We will draw different doses of blood according to the weight of the individual. The blood demand of critically ill patients is relatively large, so often 7 - 10 cured patients can support a critically ill patient, and blood type factors must also be considered, so I hope you can report more and mobilize the whole city of Hangzhou, so that..." Ye Yibai glanced at the critically ill area and lay quietly patients, "in this way, they have a chance of survival."

Shen Ming kept nodding his head. Ji Maoshi was a photographer, and his writing skills were much worse than Shen Ming's, but he understood the meaning of this news very well. He wrote down all Ye Yibai's words word by word. It's cold winter, but I feel a little warmth, which is the heat of blood.

Shen Ming and Ji Maoshi understand very well that this news can really reflect the strength of their reporters in this fight against the epidemic. Hangzhou is the city of Hangzhou people. Recalling the loud words in the "Letter to the Residents of Hangzhou", The nibs of Shen Ming and Ji Maoshi trembled a little. Words are powerful, but the power of words comes from reality. How lucky they are to do their part for Hangzhou and these compatriots who are lying on the hospital bed.

"Doctor Ye, can I ask you to write a letter of proposal?" Shen Ming asked suddenly.

Ye Yibai looked at him in surprise, "Me?"

Dr. Ye Da is good at playing with the scalpel, but his language level is not high. Of course, according to the standards of 90 years later, his language performance is not bad, otherwise he would not be admitted to the top schools in China and then won the exchange of world famous schools. Yes, but in the Republic of China in 1933, although literati vigorously advocated vernacular, most articles in newspapers were still written in a combination of vernacular and classical Chinese.

Although it is much better than the previous obscure pure classical Chinese, it is still not a difficulty that Dr. Ye can challenge.

"I'm not good at this." Ye Yibai said truthfully.

Shen Ming shook his head. He tried his best to convince Ye Yibai, "Doctor Ye, you can just write a few sentences. You don't know your current influence. The strength of your words is completely different from ours."

Ye Yibai was even more surprised. After he came to Dong County, he hardly received any news from the outside world. He had no idea that he had been promoted to a very high position by the literati in Hangzhou. He only thought that Shen Ming was talking to him. To be polite, he pondered for a moment and said: "There is a specialization in art, I really can't write a proposal letter, but if you want to describe it in my tone during the interview, then... just write these two sentences. My professional ethics guarantee that proper blood donation will not cause any harm to the personal body. Second, apart from praying for miracles, serum therapy is already the last hope for these critically ill patients. If there are qualified friends who are willing to lend a helping hand, we And our patients will be very grateful.”

During the following visit, Ji Maoshi and Shen Ming once again witnessed a rescue and the departure of a patient. This heavy and oppressive atmosphere made the hands of the two of them especially heavy when taking pictures.

However, at the stage of interviewing patients, the two were surprised to find that most of the patients in the critically ill area had surprisingly good mentality. They survived the most desperate days after [-] days of isolation at the temporary isolation point, and have slowly begun to accept their own The fact that life has entered the countdown.

"It's pretty good, it's really good, come see it early, there's no cannibalism here."

"You came up from downstairs and saw a little girl, eight years old, so tall, with a pointed face, very cute."

Ji Maoshi nodded immediately when he heard the words, "Yes, she is very good, and I even took pictures of her, but unfortunately there is no darkroom here, and the film cannot be used when exposed to light..."

"It's fine, it's fine, it's fine if she's alive." The woman smiled at Ji Maoshi's camera, and then she turned to Ye Yibai, "Doctor, if one day I'm like Old Chen I don’t need to waste time saving it, I save more time to help me see my daughter, thank you.”

Ye Yibai patted the back of the woman's hand lightly with his gloved hand, "Don't worry, I will take care of it for you."

With the woman's reassuring and grateful expression, Ye Yibai slowly straightened up, "Okay, let's go out, don't disturb the patient's rest." He walked out of the isolation area with Shen Ming and Ji Maoshi.

After reaching the corridor and making sure that the patients could no longer hear, Ye Yibai continued: "Most of the outbreaks in Dong County this time were pneumonic plague, and the disease developed very quickly. Without any medical intervention, Ye Yibai continued. Under normal circumstances, patients will suffer from respiratory failure 2-3 days after the onset of the disease. These critically ill patients are all transferred from temporary isolation points, and most of them have missed the best time for medical intervention. What we can do is to extend their time to the maximum extent. life."

"This is like a war of unequal strength." Ye Yibai said as he walked: "The struggle between Yersinia pestis and the body's own immunity, because there is no symptomatic drug, what our doctors can do is to treat the disease between the two sides. During the confrontation between the army and the army, we continued to provide food, water and other logistical supplies to allow the patients to persist longer, but this is like a cornered animal. Without reinforcements, no amount of stubborn army can withstand the increasing number of Yersinia. Let me say this, you guys Understandable."

Ji Maoshi and Shen Ming nodded. Although they couldn't understand Yersinia, immune cells and other professional terms, Ye Yibai had already explained it very vividly and clearly, so that they who don't understand medicine can quickly understand The situation faced by critically ill patients at this time.

"And the antibodies in the cured patient's body are like a group of fighters who have defeated Yersinia pestis. They have the experience of defeating the enemy and they no longer need to play a role in the body of patients who have completely eliminated Yersinia pestis. At this time Using serum therapy to infuse the cured patient's plasma to a critically ill patient is like giving strong reinforcements to an army that is stubbornly resisting in a critically ill patient. With continuous reinforcements and practical logistical support, there is hope for victory in this battle .”

Ji Maoshi and Shen Ming only felt their hearts surge when they heard the words, as if they had also become participants in this battle. The two turned their heads and looked towards the critically ill area. Through the transparent glass, they could see the people struggling on the line of life and death. s life.

"Doctor Ye, we must do our best, no, we must do well." Shen Ming said solemnly.