Plague Doctor

If you look from the sky above, you can see that this centralized treatment site on the outskirts of Dahua City occupies a very large area. There are rows of prefabricated buildings. Some are large multi-person rooms and some are small single rooms. In the middle, medical staff in celestial machine uniforms are busy coming and going.

I don't know if the results are effective, or seeing that he is actually sent to the treatment point, Zhang Xiaojun's mental state has improved.

But his eyes were still hazy, and the chaos in his mind showed no sign of dissipating.

"Sir, we are going to give you a mental health check. Can you see how many fingers there are?"

The figure in the white coat asked this, and stretched out a few fingers and shook in front of his eyes, as if there were four or three. He replied: "Three..."

Whether it was three or four, he didn’t get the answer, and then he did some other inspections. Zhang Xiaojun didn’t know what kind of test the other party had. He only heard the doctor say: "Your condition is fine, don’t worry too much. "After that, he was pushed into a multi-person room.

By this time, Zhang Xiaojun's spirit was a little more sober, and his vision became clearer.

He glanced away. This multi-person room might not contain thousands of people, or even more. There are patients lying on every bed, some with a medical screen between them, and some even with this one. There is no cover, it is very simple, which makes his heart burst...

Obviously there are too many patients to be treated and too few of these venues.

The figure of the medical staff passing by made him a little confused. Although they were wearing white lab coats, they did not feel like medical staff, and they all had rifles in their hands instead of stethoscopes. Their eyes were constantly scanning the surroundings, as if Patrol vigilantly.

Zhang Xiaojun exhaled when they passed by. He felt the danger strangely just now, as if standing beside a cliff.

There are patients around him, and everyone is less than two meters apart. Some of their soft talks can be heard clearly by Zhang Xiaojun.

"My headache is getting worse... It's been two days since I came in, and my condition is getting worse..."

"When will it be my turn to have surgery..."

"The doctor didn't say he would have an operation?"

"I didn't say it, but it would be difficult to recover without surgery..."

Hearing these broken words, Zhang Xiaojun's heart became uncomfortably tight. These people have been in for a few days, and haven't they received a specific treatment plan?

He saw that most of the faces of these people were young adults, mainly young people.The TusHolding website has not existed for a long time. It is mainly spread among people in their teens to 20s and 30s. The elderly and children are neither in contact with, nor understand and interested in it.

Every patient's complexion was pale with a strange look, and Zhang Xiaojun remembered that he was like this in the mirror.

At this time, a young man with a small head, who looked like a college student, frowned and whispered: "Actually, I am studying medicine and I know some pharmacology... The medicines given to us these days are basically vitamin injections. Liquid, it can only be said to supplement nutrition... for curing diseases or something, I feel the effect is limited..."

"Really?" Another young man with a pot head was surprised.

Zhang Xiaojun suddenly became more worried, and a turmoil surged from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help but blend in: "Bullshit...The doctor of Tianji prescribes the right medicine for the disease. What kind of medicine is used in any situation. If you need to inject some vitamins, then of course it is vitamin injections. ..."

After hearing this, several other people thought it was reasonable and questioned what the guy who claimed to be a medical student said.

But the inch guy sighed blankly: "It's not right, it doesn't make sense... Brain disorders, at least use a little flunarizine hydrochloride... How can we use vitamins... But we do have a lot of symptoms, why not use medicine? ...Unless they are not sure about the efficacy of the drug and cannot use the drug casually, it may lead to unpredictable consequences... Large-scale drug use must be clear about the efficacy, but clinical trials are another matter. Are there multiple clinical trials in place? It's going on elsewhere...I think it's possible..."

It’s not difficult to understand what this guy said. Zhang Xiaojun became more annoyed when he heard it, and then he scolded: "What do you know... Do you know what Doctor Tianji doesn’t understand yet? Just wait obediently..." He said that, more so. Comforting my troubled heart, even myself knows this...

But apart from that guy, everyone else also agreed that an ordinary medical student would dare to question other doctors Tianji. Isn't this a trick?

"I'm not saying that they are doing something wrong...I mean..." The young man sighed again, "Maybe this disease is more complicated than we know..."

"Don't release negative energy..." Zhang Xiaojun still retorted, "The past few years have been a lot of disasters, but when the Tianji Bureau hasn't been taken down? Don't worry."

The crowd became excited, their voices were a bit loud, and they immediately attracted the attention of the patrol personnel who had not gone too far, and one of the patrol personnel walked back again.

"What's the matter?" the patrolman asked them, with a calm attitude, "what's the matter?"

Everyone just supported me, and Zhang Xiaojun did not complain either, but couldn't help but asked anxiously: "Does this disease need surgery?"

"This is up to the doctor to decide. Take a good rest and call right away if anything is unusual." The patrol officer replied, but it was also at this time that the patrol officer seemed to hear something from the communication headset and walked away hurriedly. Replied in a low voice: "Yes, yes... understand, ok..."

Zhang Xiaojun noticed that the patrol officer's complexion became very solemn, his brows curled up, as if something bad had happened.

The patrol had not gone far, nor had they talked anymore. Suddenly, there seemed to be a shock in the air.

At the same time, a sharp and weird howl came from outside the barracks. The howl looked like a human voice, but not like a human voice, but like a twisted roar of thousands of violent things.This stunned them for an instant, and the trembling heart was penetrated by sound waves.

"That, that..." Zhang Xiaojun was at a loss, there seemed to be a strange resonance in his mind, so in addition to surprise and fear, there was an inexplicable restlessness...

The patrol staff hurriedly walked away, and there was also a broadcast sound in the barracks: "Please don’t panic, there is a sudden delirium in a critically ill patient, and the doctor is doing first aid." Another team rushed into the barracks and talked with the patrol team. , Is also scanning the situation here.

Although the broadcast said that, the weird howling still faintly came, full of tyranny, hatred and anger, and pain.

"Here..." the young man murmured again, this time with a little more certainty, "Our illness...not that simple..."

Everyone also believed a little bit more. Can a sudden delirium make such a sound?That sound is not like ordinary people can make, or that non-human creatures can make... It's like the sound made by the twisting vortex in the weird scene of the Enlightenment website...

Zhang Xiaojun opened his mouth, hesitated to speak but stopped...

He really just wanted to return to the ordinary life before.

But the murmur in his mind got louder and louder, talking about something and pulling him.

Without waiting for them to think about it, suddenly there was another scream from outside the barracks, not just in one direction, not just a patient, but in many directions, so many different voices screamed in unison, like the same wave. Rushed like turbulent.

The complexion of the patrol personnel became worse, and they kept getting new information and instructions from the communication headsets, and scattered with their guns, as if they were ready for battle.

Now, not only Zhang Xiaojun and others, but thousands of patients in the barracks, whether they were asleep or awake, were all disturbed, and buzzing conversations rang everywhere. What happened?what happened?They kept asking, but no one could come up with a reassuring answer.

As for the soothing broadcast, they don’t know why, they can’t believe that it’s just a saying that the patient is crazy...

Is it because of the restlessness in my mind and that, strange resonance...

Moreover, if there are really critically ill patients who go crazy, they will become...that...

Shocked by these screams, Zhang Xiaojun’s mental condition just improved a little and became worse again, worse than before. Soon, his head was so painful that he couldn’t bear it, and his whole body was heated in tearing pain. , Like a bomb... about to explode.

Is he going to... become severely ill...

How come, so fast...