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- "Haha" Yang Zongbao could only laugh.
"You're not sad either? Don't you feel uncomfortable?" Qiangwei reminded Yang Zongbao.
"Aren't you sad?" Yang Zongbao asked in surprise.
"I mean, the suction device inserted from your nose into your stomach doesn't feel uncomfortable?" Qiangwei didn't know what an amazing guy Yang Zongbao was. Because after gastric surgery, a tube is usually inserted to drain the stomach acid and blood. Most people will have some reactions, such as vomiting, but Yang Zongbao seems to be fine, chatting and laughing.
"This?" Yang Zongbao finally understood: "Fortunately, it is much more comfortable than before the operation. Find me a wheelchair, and I will go to the placement center to take a look."
"You are so proactive." Qiangwei said angrily, but she still found a wheelchair for Yang Zongbao according to his wishes.
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Rigui, who was dozing against the ambulance, was suddenly pushed open by the car door. He immediately jumped up and helped Yang Zongbao get out of the car.
¡°Boss, why don¡¯t you take a rest?¡± Seeing that Yang Zongbao¡¯s body was covered with pipes, the Japanese ghosts were afraid to touch them.
¡°Not so squeamish.¡± Yang Zongbao¡¯s anesthetic still has some effect, so it¡¯s not very painful for the time being.
"Where to go?" asked the Japanese ghost.
"Push me around." Yang Zongbao mainly wanted to see if the disinfection was in place.
"What's wrong with you?" Chacha was very unhappy that after helping Yang Zongbao so much, Yang Zongbao disappeared. Now seeing him getting off the ambulance, although his expression was obviously bad, Chacha wanted to ask what happened. , but the words turned sour as soon as they were spoken.
"Are you blind?" Qiangwei then jumped out of the car, not giving Chacha any face.
"How are you talking?" Chacha puffed up her chest and bounced it a few times.
"How to talk? If it weren't for Yang Zongbao, you wouldn't even be qualified to talk to me." Qiangwei's aura was fully activated at this time.
Suddenly, Chacha realized that the red-haired girl in front of her was no longer a girl, but a queen.
"What qualifications do you have to speak?" Chacha was unconvinced. Women are inherently gay-repulsive and dislike each other.
"Who do you think you are? Your man, Mr. Peng, has to be respectful in front of me. Why do you think you are so presumptuous in front of me?" Qiangwei only has infinite contempt for Chacha, because she keenly feels that Chacha treats Yang Zongbao I'm afraid I have a plan.
"Don't go too far." Chacha is not a light-saving lamp, especially Qiangwei makes her lose face in front of Yang Zongbao.
"Is it too much? As long as you don't worry about things that don't belong to you, there's nothing too much." Qiangwei's words couldn't be more straightforward.
"What's too much? It's not something you can decide." Chacha is indeed a girl from the West. She didn't want to hide this matter. At such a dangerous moment, she still had no intention of solving it and didn't move at all. The subtle fig leaf of Easterners. But it seems that Qiangwei is not an Oriental.
"Doctor John hasn't spoken yet." Chacha threw the choice to Yang Zongbao.
Yang Zongbao was originally unwilling to get involved in the fight between women, but when asked about it, he had to take a stand.
"I only like roses."
As soon as Yang Zongbao said these words, Chacha was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect Yang Zongbao to be so disrespectful, so she was so angry that she could only say: "I have helped you so much."
"Thank you for your help, but I really only choose Qiangwei." Yang Zongbao didn't feel guilty at all about Chacha. He didn't know when Chacha fell in love with him, but Yang Zongbao asked himself that he had never had any wrong thoughts about Chacha, so there was no question of guilt.
"You" Chacha breathed bitterly, turned around and ran out.
"You've caused trouble." Qiangwei twisted the flesh on Yang Zongbao's shoulder.
"If I didn't have this charm, would you have chased me for more than ten years?" Yang Zongbao said without blushing.
"You are so shameless." Qiangwei was a little annoyed when Yang Zongbao revealed her thoughts.
"Do you really think I'm a fool?" Yang Zongbao suddenly stopped his cheerful smile and said seriously: "Qiangwei, you should know what I can and cannot give, and don't go too far about anything."
Qiangwei didn¡¯t say anything, she just helped Yang Zongbao push the wheelchair.
The two of them had a tacit understanding.
Most streets in the Lower East Side have been sprinkled with white disinfectant powder. Rat-like creatures have basically disappeared, and the streets are very depressed.
"Do you know how many people died?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"I know, you don't want to know. But because of your efforts, the epidemic has been well controlled." Qiangwei comforted.
"Have all the bodies been disposed of?"
"Well, it's taken care of. According to you, burning pollutes the air, and it takes too long, so we find a place to bury them collectively." Qiangwei pushed Yang Zongbao away slowly, followed by a bunch of people.
It was quiet on both sides of the street, except for the sounds made by Yang Zongbao and the others.
"Are there any patients" Yang Zongbao was a little afraid of hearing the answer to his question: "Healing?"
"nothing now."
Sure enough, Yang Zongbao sighed: "The peak period of death is just these days. After these days, things should get better. This is also an opportunity."
"What do you mean?" Qiangwei didn't understand.
"I used to say that saving people does not save hearts. Maybe this view is wrong, so I want to verify it."
"What to verify?" Qiangwei pushed Yang Zongbao through the streets.
"Perhaps we can take this opportunity to completely change the Lower East Side. Let government departments come in?" Yang Zongbao has experienced a lot these days. This plague incident made Yang Zongbao feel the sadness of being a young doctor. That is to watch the infected people die in front of you, and even more people are infected, without any solution. This realization made Yang Zongbao vaguely aware that only with power can he save more people.
"What are you going to do?" Qiangwei asked.
Yang Zongbao did not answer Qiangwei directly, but asked: "Is the plague also prevalent outside?"
"It is said that the situation in Weir City is also very complicated." Qiangwei has just been out. As the person in charge of Donglin Hospital, of course she knows the blocked news: "But it is very difficult for the government to enter this no-no-no zone. After all, so many years have passed. No one wants to solve this cancer.¡±
"Yes, as long as someone in the Lower East Side recovers and has antibodies." Yang Zongbao thought very well.
"If someone develops antibodies in the situation you mentioned, it is certain that government departments will come in. But the probability is so small that it is almost a miracle." Qiangwei also knows that the current situation is urgent. Even if the epidemic in the Lower East Side improves, the outside world will not think it is true. In that case, the blockade will continue, and soon people who are still confined to their houses will take to the streets to cause trouble because of lack of food and clothing. Then it turned into a large-scale fight. Qiangwei Duo could only imagine what the Lower East Side would look like at that time.
"Let's create a miracle. Otherwise, why do you think I concentrated all the people in the resettlement center?" Yang Zongbao's anesthetic has almost passed, and now all the pain has returned to his body. Every word he speaks is like a thousand-meter run. , very painful.
This is the man she has admired for more than ten years. Qiangwei consciously pushed Yang Zongbao towards the resettlement center. Even in a desperate situation, he has considered the future. Even when there is no way out, he will not give up hope.
As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the resettlement center, a group of people who were originally gathered around the entrance immediately surrounded Yang Zongbao when they saw him.
"Dr. John"
"Doctor John, please save my child"
The voices asking for help rise and fall with each other. Yang Zongbao could only endure the pain and smile. When people on the Lower East Side learned what was happening, the drop-in center became the only hope for those infected. There is less and less coercion, and more people are infected themselves or are sent to them by others.
Yang Zongbao did not expect that he would be so prestigious, and his reputation would spread in the Lower East Side because of this time.
After entering the placement center, Yang Zongbao asked Qiangwei to push him to the laboratory.
"Are there any experts?" This aspect is really not what Yang Zongbao is good at.
"What are you talking about?" Qiangwei asked.
¡°Well, you know this is really not what I¡¯m good at.¡±
"Yes." Qiangwei thought for a while and replied.
"Where?" Yang Zongbao didn't ask who it was, only where it was.
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Yang Zongbao didn't wait for Qiangwei's answer for a long time, but showed a very complicated expression.
"Is it important to you?" Qiangwei asked.
"It's very important." Yang Zongbao answered without hesitation.
"I can hire someone, but I need you to take care of the aftermath." Qiangwei made the biggest concession.
"Forget it." Yang Zongbao suddenly gave up.
"Huh?" Qiangwei was still surprised that Yang Zongbao gave up so quickly.
"If inviting this person will cost you something, then I won't agree." Yang Zongbao went to see the microscope by himself, but he still had enough food and clothing by himself: "You are much more important than these things."
"Where have you been thinking about?" After realizing that Yang Zongbao was thinking wrongly, Qiangwei couldn't help butLaughing loudly: "It's not what you think. It's my brother, he has a weird personality, I'm going to bring him here. What I mean by dealing with the aftermath is that I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."
"It's up to you." Once Yang Zongbao decided to do it himself, he no longer placed his hope elsewhere.
"" Qiangwei went out with a smile.
"Boss." The Japanese ghost who had been following finally found the opportunity to lean into Yang Zongbao's ear and said, "Li Yali is missing."
Yang Zongbao waved his hand: "I noticed it."
In fact, Yang Zongbao has long noticed that Li Yali is missing around him. Although he doesn't know what Li Yali has gone to do, Yang Zongbao is vaguely aware that something will definitely happen when they meet again.
Yang Zongbao temporarily abandoned these thoughts and summoned the main doctors brought by Qiangwei to the laboratory to discuss the next treatment method.
"Do you have any good methods?" Yang Zongbao openly solicited everyone's opinions.
"There is no other way but symptomatic treatment."
"Should we use neutralizers or antibodies?"
"But the use of antibodies is not recommended after being infected with plague."
No one has any good methods, and there are different opinions.
"Everyone, be quiet for a moment. I have an explanation." Yang Zongbao raised his hand, interrupting the quarrel among the doctors.
When he became the focus of everyone, Yang Zongbao said in a steady voice: "I want everyone to work harder and do some experiments. A blood test every two hours."
"What experiment?" one of the young doctors asked.
Among the doctors brought by Qiangwei, the average age is under 40 years old, relatively young, so they are not very experienced. It was the first time for some people to see the plague, and Yang Zongbao had to play a role in controlling the overall situation. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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