C77 Illness

Jiang He was the chief physician in charge of the respiratory department. He had been working busily for the past few days, living a miserable life.

"Director, fifty-seven people died of influenza No.567 this morning, and nearly twenty more showed signs of fever …" When the nurse handed him the report, Jiang He felt a headache coming on. He waved his hands impatiently and said, "Alright, you can leave now."

The same thing was happening in the city's hospitals, large and small. The new influenza virus had swept through the city for only three days, and the patients who had come to board the flu ship had already filled the consultation hall.

At a glance, it was packed full of people!

The day before, the provincial council's health department had issued clear orders. The leaders of the district Public Health Bureau came every day to inspect the situation.

As more layers of pressure were pressed down, the pressure on Jiang Hanzheng and the rest of the doctors in charge of respiratory medicine became even greater!

"How do you feel now? Are you having trouble breathing? How do you feel about your limbs? Do you have a febrile and weak condition? " Jiang He was looking at the patients as he asked them questions one by one.

"It seems... It's all a little bit, right? " Lao Wang was originally just coughing, but now that he was seen by the hospital and was hit by the smell of disinfectant, he did not know if it was because of psychological effects, but he suddenly felt dizzy and weak, and his entire body started to feel uncomfortable.

"There is no doubt that this is the worst influenza crisis in the city in recent years!"

A female host wearing a grey professional suit was facing the Camera. In front of the TV, there were countless people watching.

The background of the video was the clinic at the downtown hospital.

"Influenza patients of all ages have deteriorated and their lives are at risk. The hospital says the cause of the infection is still under investigation. It is said to be an invasion of a new virus."

The female host's pretty face was filled with worry. She turned her head to the crowded outpatient clinic and said, "This crisis must not be underestimated. I hope the doctors and experts in the health care department will be able to come back to life and overcome this crisis as soon as possible."

"Alright, alright, stop clapping!" Dressed in a white coat, Jiang He was frowning as he walked over, allowing the reporters to take pictures. Before the flu could be solved with certainty, it was a huge blow to the reputation of the hospital.

"You're a doctor in respiratory medicine. Do you have any thoughts on the flu?" He didn't expect the female host to hand the microphone over to Jiang Hezheng.

"Ugh …" This, "Jiang Hanzheng said with a stiff face, facing the camera," I hope everyone can be assured that our doctor will do his best … "

"..."

Chen Qiang was a construction worker and after work today, he felt dizzy all of a sudden. He rubbed his head and felt a little hot. Although it was clearly daytime, the weather was neither warm nor dry, yet cold sweat kept appearing on his head.

"What's going on?" Chen Qiang shook his head, trying to dispel the dizziness and nausea.

This was not the first time. He had been coughing a little since two days ago, and he had not taken it seriously in the beginning. Now that he was moving things on the construction site, he sometimes felt weak in his limbs.

When he thought about the flu in the city in recent days, he had no idea if he had really caught it or not.

His son was about to start school. If he went to the hospital, not only would he delay working hours, but he wouldn't be able to afford the expensive medical fees.

He came to the nearby Yunqi Street, and prepared to buy some cold medicine from the pharmacy to deal with it. When he walked over, he suddenly discovered that the original western pharmacy had closed for some reason, and only the one in front of the shop was still open.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Qiang stepped into the clinic.

"You're here to see a patient?" Ye Lee carefully sized up the men who entered the clinic. Today, this was already the eleventh one.

His steps were shaky, his face was red, and his lips were peeling off …

"You have the flu?" Ye Lee said.

"How do you know?" Chen Qiang was astonished. He hadn't even opened his mouth when this doctor could already see through him.

"Can you cure the flu here? "If you can't open up a shop for me, then it's fine too."

Ye Lee was startled, but hearing the other party's casual tone, he reckoned that he did not take the flu seriously. Ye Lee knew clearly in his heart that the flu was not some trivial illness. Even if he had to treat it, it would be a little troublesome and would require some effort.

"Sit down first, I'll take your pulse."

"Alright, take a look."

After a while, Ye Lee put down his hands, and after pondering for a few seconds, he opened up a prescription, went to the medicine cabinet and grabbed some medicine to wrap them up, then handed them over to him, "Xiao Huo is suffering for two hours, it should be enough to drink two doses."

"How much is it?"

"40!"

"What?" This is too expensive! " Chen Qiang opened his eyes wide. This was too much. "That western pharmacist could only buy a set of cold medicine for a little more than a dozen yuan …"

"This is really the cost price." Ye Lee didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The medicine he prescribed this time had a total of thirty different Chinese medicine ingredients, and just the price of that medicine alone was already thirty pieces.

However, when he saw that the other person was still wearing the construction worker's uniform, he could not help but understand a bit. He then said, "How about this, I'll take your money for the cold medicine."

"No need, it's not like I can't afford a single pill." Chen Qiang took out 40 yuan and in his heart, he was sure that this was a clinic, so he took his medicine bag and left.

When he got home, he threw the medicine bag to his wife.

His wife looked at the medicine bag in her hands, "What happened, you even brought the medicine back."

"I've got a cold, it's no big deal. Fry the medicine and use a small fire."

"A cold? It's not flu, is it? " His wife said as she washed her clothes.

"Yes, the doctor seemed to be referring to the flu. It's no big deal." Chen Qiang said indifferently.

"Are you serious? It's really flu?" His wife's face changed. She didn't even wash her clothes.

When Chen Qiang saw his wife's posture, he was also stunned. "What happened, what happened to the flu?"

"You really don't know, or are you just faking it? The family next door are all infected, and just the hospital alone costs 10,000. Especially that four-year-old son of his, he's still in the hospital right now. He's very anxious, the doctor said that his life is in danger!"

Seeing that he was still standing there in a daze, his wife hurriedly said, "What are you still standing there for, pack up and quickly go to the hospital."

Chen Qiang quivered. "No way, the hospital is too expensive."

"Why are you worrying about money at this time!" His wife was flustered and exasperated. Did this guy fall for his money or something?

"School is about to start."

When Chen Qiang suddenly said this, the couple instantly fell into silence.

After a while.

His wife's expression changed, "If anything goes wrong tomorrow morning, immediately go to the hospital, don't go to the construction site."

"What are you afraid of? Your husband's body still doesn't know. A bit of flu is nothing. I might just take some medicine later."

"Don't touch me, I'll catch it later."

"Oh, right, quickly put on your mask, and so will your daughter. Don't let the two of you get infected, I'm not going to sleep with you tonight!" Chen Qiang was flustered.