Xia Weibao had already observed his symptoms before speaking.
"I am a doctor, that is, a doctor."
The man was startled, there seemed to be light in his eyes, but he soon fell into depression.
"You are not the one sent from above?"
The people sent from above are all greedy for life and fear of death, and are heavily armed.
And the one in front of him is just wearing ordinary white trigrams, so he should not belong to the same group.
"No, I'm here to see a doctor, can you let me get my pulse?"
The man glanced at her suspiciously.
Obviously there was some distrust, but I thought that I had been infected for almost a day, and it was not far from death.
What does it mean?
So nodded.
Xia Weibao dared not enter his room. After all, he was infected and there must be many germs in it.
The two went to the stone table in front of the door, Xia Weibao spread a piece of isolation paper on the stone chair, and then sat down.
Although she took the medicine before coming, she still had to be careful.
If you don't save people, but you put yourself in, then you will lose more than you gain.
"Put your hands on the stone table."
Xia Weibao said as she took out a gold thread from her small backpack.
"You wrap the gold thread around your wrist and then lay it flat."
The patients in the nearby houses saw strangers coming outside and seemed to be seeing a doctor, so they all walked out with pain.
Watching around.
Xia Weibao didn't care, and focused on her pulse.
Twisted eyebrows, this pulse is too messy.
Glancing at the man's neck, she was silent for a while, "How long have you been infected with the plague."
"Infected last night."
"About what time."
"I felt itchy at six o'clock in the evening, and then I started to develop abscesses, and my feet started to have bloodshot eyes."
Xia Weibao swept a few people nearby, all of them were patients.
I looked at a dead body that was not far away. The whole body was covered with red blood, and the abscesses on his face were broken. It was very sick.
"How long do they die after being infected?"
"About twenty-eight hours."
Xia Weibao nodded, then pointed to a patient who didn't seem to be that serious, "When did you start to get the infection."
"Itching started around 12 noon."
"Pull up your trouser legs and take a look."
The man didn't know why, but he still pulled up.
Now Xia Weibao is the only one who enters the village and is also a doctor.
Although hope is very slim, it is their only hope.
Xia Weibao looked at it, and then at a few others, and probably already understood a little bit.
The infection of these people starts from the feet and then slowly spreads upwards. When the red blood threads spread to the brain, they will die.
Although there is no solution, prevention should be possible.
"Where is your village chief, I am arranging something now, and I need your cooperation."
The others looked at her numbly.
People who have been infected are like being watched by the gods of death, where there is no life.
Such eyes made Xia Weibao feel particularly uncomfortable.
Before life, everyone is equal, and they should not be deprived of the right to survive.
Take a deep breath, "Don't worry, I will try my best."
After a while, the villagers who wanted to rush out at the entrance of the village were all called back.
When the armed police saw this situation, they were all puzzled.
Just now I was holding a **** and desperately, why all of a sudden ran away?
Is it the woman who just entered?