Surgeons dressed as poor people in the Republic of China

With a long siren sound, the speed of the train slowly slowed down. Meng Qingyong obeyed Ye Yibai's order and distributed masks and gloves to everyone.

"Dr. Ye has said it many times before coming here, and I will emphasize it again here. The medical gauze in the mask needs to be changed every day. The gloves must never be taken off. You cannot rub your eyes with gloved hands. Once there is an open Report the wound immediately, do you understand?"

"Understood!" A group of well-trained team members in Chinese tunic suits immediately responded loudly.

The speed of the train was getting slower and slower. Ye Yibai and Pei Zebi packed their luggage and walked out of the box. During the six-day and five-night train journey, even though there were boxes and beds, Ye Yibai's face could not help showing a bit of exhaustion. .

Seeing the two people coming out, Meng Qingyong hurried to Pei Zebi's side and took the suitcase in his hand.

"Mr. Pei, everything is ready." He whispered in Pei Zebi's ear.

Pei Zebi nodded, turned his head and looked at everyone seriously, "The situation in Pingjin is difficult, and you all leave your hometown. I hope you take care of yourself and settle down with your parents, wives and children."

"Mr. Pei, don't worry, we will protect ourselves, and we will never make any fearless sacrifices!" The team member standing at the front straightened his back and replied loudly.

"Okay. I remember your words."

The group of people brought out by Pei Zebi are not warriors who can only wield knives and guns. They are all graduated from a serious military academy and specially trained by Mr. Zou to serve as officers in the direct army. Who knows that these people haven't read it yet. The Xie family fell apart, and their power on the surface was almost eaten away.

In the era of the Republic of China, no matter which system there was, there were many factions. People like Meng Qingyong who were stamped with the marks of the Pei and Xie families were almost hard to get ahead in the current military system.

"Mr. Pei, although we are rough people, we also know how to serve the country. It is an honor to accompany you and Mr. Ye to Pingjin to do our best for the people. We have not learned so many years in vain." Meng Qingyong said in a deep voice.

Since childhood, he received patriotic education of throwing his head and blood for his family and country, but when he grew up, he found that there was no way to serve the country. Now that he can come to Pingjin and participate in this alternative battle, Meng Qingyong and other team members cherish and appreciate it this opportunity.

Pei Zebi's situation was similar to that of Meng Qingyong and the others, how could he not understand the thoughts of his subordinates, he raised his hand and gently patted Meng Qingyong's shoulder to express his comfort.

Meng Qingyong straightened his back, with a smile in his eyes.

Ye Yibai's eyes swept over the quiet but resolute people in the carriage. The hesitation and anxiety in his heart seemed to have dissipated a lot along the way. Heroes emerge in troubled times, and ordinary people in this era seem to have more courage And love, they are ready to sacrifice for the country at any time.

With the sound of the whistle again, the train stopped slowly.

"Doctor Ye, the train has arrived." The light and familiar voice of the conductor came from the door of the carriage.

"Understood." Ye Yibai responded, and looked sideways at Pei Zebi, "Let's go."

On the platform in Pingjin, the blue uniforms surrounded the entire platform tightly. Outside the platform, there were still many people with luggage trying to break free from the shackles of the blue uniforms and rush into the platform.

"There are cars, there are trains, why don't you let us in!"

"Sir, Qian, I'll give you money, please let me in, I don't want to die."

"Why can they go in! Why can those people go in!"

The continuous noise caused the leader who maintained order to frown. The siren of the train approaching the station sounded, and the leader's eyes became serious. "The train is entering the station. Expand the security circle. Don't let these people disturb the distinguished guests."

"Yes."

The blue uniforms stood upright and walked out at the same time, pushing the group of people who were originally crowded at the platform door to the outside.

"We haven't left yet, they want to run away, the news is well-informed." A person waiting on the platform turned his head and saw a few expensively dressed men and women who were put in a gap, and his mouth couldn't help but burst out. Sour words.

His companion followed his gaze, and couldn't help curling his lips, "Who told someone to be powerful?"

"Do you think this Doctor Ye can really control the epidemic?" the man asked, with a hint of hope in his words.

The companion beside him was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Haven't you never seen what's going on at Changgang? The dead are almost more than the living. Don't talk about a doctor, even a carload of doctors, I'm afraid it will be too late." It’s difficult, and this is Pingjin, not Hangzhou, who will listen to our Huaguo doctor.”

The voice of the speaker was not loud, but the people on the platform were standing very close together, and many people could clearly see it clearly, and the atmosphere on the platform suddenly became a little depressing.

"Okay, no matter what, this is the person in charge of the epidemic appointed by Jinling, take back all your complaints." One of the men standing in the front row turned his head to look at the whispering people with a serious expression. Shen Sheng said: "No matter what, if you dare to come to us at this time, your courage and spirit are worthy of our respect."

"Yes."

"Yes, Director Yan."

"Here we come." The man at the front saw the train door open and adjusted his expression slightly.

The door opened, and a conductor came out first. The conductor slowly knelt down and placed a wooden ladder under the train door, then stepped off the train on the steps, stood by the door, and said loudly: "Doctor Ye, everyone! , the steps are narrow, be careful and step down one by one."

The trains at this time were not as considerate as those of later generations. There was a considerable distance between the tall train body and the ground covered with pebbles, and a ladder of four or five grids was needed to make the transition.

Ye Yibai and others got off the car, "Thank you", he said to the conductor at the stop.

The conductor grinned.

The leader who came to pick up people from Pingjin saw Ye Yibai, who was called Doctor Ye by the conductor, and was obviously stunned for a moment, but this kind of reaction to the ups and downs in the officialdom for a long time was extremely fast, almost in an instant, and his face changed back to That smiling face.

"Doctor Ye, I've heard about you for a long time, and you're finally here." The man took two quick steps and stretched out his hand.

Ye Yibai hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand, "Sorry, I'm wearing gloves to prevent infection."

No matter what the leading man thought in his heart, he didn't show it at all on his face. He said with a smile on his face: "Yes, we have received a telegram from Jinling, which described the epidemic prevention measures you advocated in detail, but we didn't learn from it." When I got home, I only wore a mask and forgot my gloves, Director Yan, you didn’t do your job well.” As he spoke, he looked at the man on the left behind him as if joking.

The man named Director Yan nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, I didn't do my job well."

Standing one step behind Ye Yibai, Pei Zebi knew that Ye Yibai was the main character in this occasion, and Ye Yibai needed to learn to get used to it even if some things were meaningless.

"The leader is Secretary-General Zhou. When the Changgang epidemic first broke out, many leaders from Pingjin went to Changgang, and many people got infected after returning. Now Pingjin is in charge of this Secretary-General Zhou. The health department Now the highest rank is the director Yan who just spoke, there is no problem with his character, but he is rigid, doesn't know how to adapt, and his ability is a bit weak." Meng Qingyong said the collected information in Pei Zebi's ear.

Pei Zebi also read the information about the people in power in Pingjin on the train, but what can be written on paper is limited, and there are always some things that are not suitable for writing, and Meng Qingyong needs to explain them in detail.

"How about Zhou Hao Ren, a secretary-general. There are several people with the same rank as him in Pingjin City. He can stand out as the person in charge at once. He is not a good-looking and good-natured person as described in the information."

"Zhou Haoren has been quiet for the past few years. It wasn't until the outbreak of the epidemic half a year ago that he suddenly emerged. We don't have much information, but judging from his measures in the past few months, he is trying his best to keep Pingjin City, otherwise he will With his cousin's relationship, it is no problem to get a quota to withdraw from Pingjin." Meng Qingyong said.

Pei Zebi narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally nodded.

"Doctor Ye, you not only came here by yourself, but also brought so many supplies, we really don't know what to say."

"Who said it wasn't."

The Pingjin City officials headed by Zhou Haoren were very enthusiastic, but Ye Yibai could feel that they were welcoming him as if they were welcoming a guest. Their enthusiasm, sincerity, and respect lacked trust alone.

In order to quickly curb the spread of the epidemic and block the transmission of the plague, strong execution is essential, and the foundation of strong execution is trust.

At this time, the dissemination of information is not smooth, Pingjin and Shanghai Hangzhou are separated by more than half of Huaguo, and Pingjin is not as good as Shanghai, there are international journals such as "Saturday Post", Zhou Haoren and the others have almost no information on Ye Yibai. All were obtained through telegrams from Jinling and inquiries among extremely limited acquaintances.

Ye Yibai sighed secretly in his heart, building trust from scratch is not as simple as fighting the epidemic itself.

"Minister Shen told me about the situation in Pingjin in detail, so this time we came here and brought a lot of supplies and equipment..."

While Ye Yibai was talking to Zhou Haoren and the others, a man in his early thirties hurriedly came from the platform entrance. He walked up to Zhou Haoren and said softly, "Secretary-General Zhou, the British and French are here."

"British and French? Why are they here?" Zhou Haoren asked with a frown.

However, before the man could answer, he saw five or six people who looked like foreigners walking quickly from the platform entrance, their brows were wrinkled and their faces were full of dissatisfaction.

"Secretary-General Zhou, I have told you many times that no one can be let out anymore. Are you still afraid that the epidemic will not spread fast enough? You are joking with the lives of all Chinese people." The brown-haired black-eyed man in the lead The foreigner spoke very fluent Chinese, "I thought we had a tacit understanding. If you continue to do this, I think we will have to reconsider our support for you."