Chapter 467 Covering ears
There is a very apt metaphor for the plague.
When you wake up in the morning and see a snowflake falling outside the window through the window, the outside world is often covered with snow.
For the people of Taiyuan Prefecture, their lives have completely changed in just a few days.
On the street, you can’t see enthusiastically hawking vendors, peddlers carrying loads, or newsboys holding newspapers.
Many shops on both sides of the street were closed. Only the shops selling daily necessities such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, and medicine shops had long queues.
All the people in the queue are wearing masks, and the distance between people is two arms away, and no one dares to jump in line.
The reason is very simple. The guards maintaining law and order and the soldiers of the Zhenfu Department standing at the door of the store are scanning the team with sharp eyes.
"Let's go, let's go!"
Shouts came from across the street. Two medical staff in white uniforms and ward armbands, carrying a stretcher, walked out of the residential area and walked quickly to the open cart in the ward.
Lying on a stretcher was a dying young man, his hands and feet were covered with lumps and black spots, his eyes were red, and pink foam remained at the corners of his mouth.
"Ho Ho—"
The man was unconscious, raised his arms in vain, and asked for help from the crowd on the opposite side of the street. However, the next second, he coughed violently, sprayed a lot of blood foam from his mouth, and shrank into a ball.
Not long after, the eyelids fluttered up and down and closed completely.
The two medical staff paused, and pressed the man's neck through thick gloves. After confirming that there was no response, they decisively took out a large waterproof oil paper bag from the convertible scooter.
And pass the hemp rope through the neck and under the thigh of the dead man, and put him together with the hemp rope without touching the man, and put him in an oiled paper bag. And tie the mouth of the oil paper bag.
The movements are skillful, as if the butcher shop owner is loading meat for customers.
"Da Lang!"
An elderly couple chased them out from the residential area, their voices were extremely distressed, and they went straight to the oil paper bag on the ground, "Da Lang, how can we live if you are dead, take us away too! Da Lang!"
But before he touched the oil paper bag, he was held up by the government officials with water and fire sticks.
The medical staff on the side persuaded the yamen servant Haosheng, and then persuaded the elderly couple to leave, let them sit in another flat carriage, and drove to the isolation ward outside the city.
After the vehicle had left, a yamen servant approached and said loudly, "Did you see this? The deceased just ignored the epidemic prevention regulations four days ago and secretly had a drinking party with several friends.
And two days later, after learning that one of the friends at the party had been diagnosed with plague, he still concealed it.
The final result is that not only did he get sick and died, but his parents, brothers and sisters who were at home with him also became close contacts, and they were all at risk of suffering from the plague!
You can deceive the yamen, government servants, and officials for a while, but you can't deceive the plague!
Report the situation in time, which means you are responsible for yourself, your relatives, friends, and neighbors! "
The hoarse shouting that was repeated countless times echoed in the street.
"Cough—"
In the queue, someone couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing softly.
The people in line on both sides of him changed their expressions, and immediately backed down, clearing a circle.
"I'm not, I don't!"
The man who was coughing hurriedly explained, but he still couldn't stop the servants from pulling him out of the line and onto the cart. Take off the mask and check for blood foam on it.
In the temporary laboratory set up by the prefect's mansion, He Fanshuang, who hurried to Taiyuan, saw Li Ang with red eyes.
"This is the soil samples collected from various places in the Dongjun Building of the Academy, and they are all brought to you."
He Fanshuang carefully looked at the bloodshot eyes in Li Ang's eyes, frowned and asked, "How long have you not slept?"
"It's okay, I just slept in the early morning. Now I can sleep for three hours a day."
Li Ang yawned, without explaining that he was relying on Mosi to hold on.
The process of extracting streptomycin was still not smooth, and Li Ang had to use the close-knit insect to ask the academy to send some soil samples collected from special places (such as a hundred thousand barren mountains, endless sea islands), trying to find usable streptomyces.
"It's three hours, but I'm asleep and awake, half dreaming and half awake. In fact, two hours of rest in a day may not be enough."
Qiu Feng, who was wearing a white coat and goggles, angrily exposed Li Ang's lies, and reached out to take the heavy iron box handed over by He Fanshuang, "Fan Shuang, please persuade him, if you continue to suffer like this, you will have to pay for it if you don't get sick." Boil to death."
"I can't persuade him. The next time you use the worm to make a call, just ask Cuiqiao who is still in Chang'an to answer. He will still listen."
He Fanshuang shook his head, "How is the situation in the city?"
“.Honestly, it sucks.”
Li Ang was silent for a moment, and said: "The plague is too fast and violent, whether it is bubonic plague, pneumonic plague, or septicemic plague, patients will die soon after showing symptoms.
I asked the newspapers in the city to publish relevant information about the plague every day, popularizing science about the dangers of the plague, transmission routes, and prevention methods.
In addition to the dead and suspected patients carried out from residential areas every day,
The people of Taiyuan finally understood the horror of the plague, unlike at first, they thought it was just an ordinary, small-scale disease similar to autumn malaria.
However, it is one thing for the public to understand the dangers of the disease, and another to be lucky. "
Li Ang smiled bitterly and said to He Fanshuang: "I divided the isolation ward into several levels, corresponding to severe patients, mild patients, suspected patients, epidemic prevention patients, and non-plague patients.
Each ward corresponds to a different level of medical conditions.
If everything goes according to my plan, then the chain of human-to-human transmission can be cut off in the first place.
But for the public, they only know that if a person is taken away for isolation, there is a high probability that they will not come back. Life and death are death.
So much so that in order to prevent themselves or their family members from being taken away and quarantined, they devised various ways to resist the yamen.
For example, let children act as sentinels in the streets and alleys. Whenever there are government servants who visit the house from house to house, they will whistle to notify the neighbors.
Let the people hide their coughing patients in wardrobes, water tanks, or under the bed boards.
Take the neighborhood as a unit, deceive the government officials, and prevent them from taking away patients, and at the same time, don't let yourself be taken away for isolation. "
“.”
He Fanshuang commented: "It's deceiving."
"Human nature dictates."
Li Ang shook his head and said: "If a patient in the family dies, some people will hide or abandon the body.
For example, throw the dead body on the road, on the roof, in the ditch, and hide it in the haystack.
Think that in this way they don't have to go to the isolation ward.
Even, they would smash the face of the corpse with stones, so that the government officials could not distinguish the identity of the plague deceased, so that they could not trace the family members of the deceased. "
(end of this chapter)