Supreme Medicinal God

"This disease is very complicated. Not only is the symptom similar to the cold, but the test results are also exactly the same as the cold. At the early stage of the disease, we simply cannot distinguish this disease from the cold..."

"And when the condition gets worse, the patient will have lung necrosis and rot. In this case, the current drugs cannot be contained. Some patients who were infected initially died of coughing up lung fragments..."

"The source of the outbreak, that is, the mountain village, has now been tightly controlled. People are only allowed to enter, not allowed to go out, and the news has been blocked. This seminar has two purposes, one is to pass through the epidemic area. The information returned to determine the situation of this epidemic; another purpose is to form an emergency rescue team, enter the epidemic area for disaster relief, find out the treatment..."

Tu Cangchang said one word, the expression on his face was solemn.

An epidemic occurred in southern Jiangxi. The initial symptom was cough and it was highly contagious. Can it be spread by droplets?

Ye Feng heard that, his brow immediately turned into a pimple.

He is no stranger to the Gannan area. Chen Long was there to perform his mission and found the ghost face spider and iron piece.

And this also shows that Old Man Xu was afraid that he had not told him all the truth.

As for the symptom of cough, he also found many in the affiliated hospital of Tongren Medical University.

Even Jiang Yuxin had a cough.

"Did the epidemic spread to Beijing?"

Not afraid to hesitate, Ye Feng immediately asked Tu Cangcang.

"There is currently no evidence to prove whether the epidemic has spread to Beijing. After all, the initial symptoms of this condition are too similar to colds, making it difficult to distinguish."

Tu Cangchang shook his head and replied.

Ye Feng's brows deepened when she heard the words.

This means that even Tu Cangcang has no way to guarantee exactly how the epidemic has spread.

"The urgent matter now is that we must study how we can identify whether the patient is infected with the epidemic or a simple cold. Only in this way can we know where the epidemic has progressed and whether national martial law is needed!"

Tu Cangchang sighed slowly.

Hearing her, the meeting room was as quiet as a dead place.

National martial law, like a big enemy, is no stranger to everyone here.

A dozen years ago, there was a terrible epidemic called "SARS" that swept through China, causing more than 5,000 patients and up to 349 deaths!

Compared with the epidemic, what was even more terrifying was the situation of all the staff on alert at the time.

Under the threat of the Great Epidemic, the people at that time were all soldiers, and many absurd farces such as "burning vinegar to prevent epidemic" and "a certain medicine to cure all diseases" were staged in China.

Moreover, although the epidemic was brought under control after a year, it had a huge impact on the lives of the general public. Many people were not allowed to reunite when the epidemic occurred, and the direct and indirect economic losses were as high as two thousand. More than one billion!

Regardless of any Chinese people, do not want such a tragedy to reappear in this hot spot.

"Below, I will play the first-hand information from the epidemic area. You can watch it. If you have any comments or discover something, you can submit it after the broadcast."

After Tu Cangcang sighed, he started playing the data.

There was a quiet piece in the meeting room, only the rustling sound of the projector running.

Pieces of text, pictures, continue to appear on the projection screen, telling the tragic situation of the epidemic.

The most touching thing about Ye Feng is the diary written by a pupil:

"On the first day of the cough, my mother said it was a cold, took me to the doctor, and it was all right after taking the antipyretics..."

"On the third day of the cough, the medicine was taken, but the cough was not good, the dizziness, the mother began to cough..."

"On the tenth day after the cough started, I coughed up a piece of blood. My mother said that my illness was getting better, but I felt like I was going to die. My mother coughed worse, and my father began to cough..."

"On the fifteenth day of coughing, I coughed a piece of meat, my mother started coughing up blood, and I didn't want to die..."

The immature words, the terrible condition, and the strong contrast between the two make people feel shudder.

When many doctors in the conference room saw these immature characters, they had already pinched their fingers together and burst into tears.

After the text is over, a close-up of the patient's face and anatomical screen appear.

As Tu Cangcang said, the symptoms of patients suffering from the epidemic are very similar to colds. They are all red and swollen mouths, enlarged tonsils, and a heavy cough...

But the anatomical picture is creepy. The force brought by the cough has already been attacked by the disease, so that the lungs of people who have died because of the epidemic have rotted, and there are many pits and gaps on it.

Those gaps are caused by people who are suffering from a disease, and when they cough up, they spit out rotting lung fragments from their lungs.

"vomit……"

Some doctors can't stand this scene anymore. It seems to smell the pungent blood and rancid odor across the screen. He reached out and covered his mouth and rushed out of the room, vomiting.

After half an hour, all the materials have been played and the screen is dark.

"The situation is such a situation, if you have any doubts or discoveries, please come forward."

After adjusting his emotions, Tu Cangchang looked at everyone slowly.

"It is difficult to have an accurate grasp of the epidemic situation only by viewing the data without touching the patient..."

Nie Lingfeng sighed and shook his head bitterly.

"Only pictures, and some text, without contacting the patient, personally obtaining first-hand information, it is indeed difficult to determine the most significant difference between this condition and a cold..."

A gray-haired old doctor also sighed.

Some people have spoken from time to time, but the statements made are similar, but they are not in contact with the patient and cannot be judged.

One word after another, Tu Cang's brow furrowed.

What she wants is not these useless nonsense, but some actual content.

But soon, she felt that there was nothing missing in the conference room.

Looking back, seeing Ye Feng's brows twisting into a pimple, she understood what was missing in the meeting room.

What is missing is Ye Feng's speech.

"Ye Feng, what do you think of this matter?" Tu Cangchang asked Ye Feng when he saw Ye Feng's expression.

Hearing Tu Cangchang asking Ye Feng, there was a little noise in the conference room.

All of the people in the meeting were almost elderly people with the same pulse of traditional Chinese medicine in Beijing. Ye Feng was the youngest.

Although they have heard more or less about Ye Feng recently, in the eyes of many people, this young man is just the kind of guy who doesn't study hard and learns and likes to get favored.

What touches the happy veins, what removes the scars, it's just the left door.

The real Chinese medicine is to treat the sickness and save people, not these trivial things.

After hesitating for a long time, Ye Feng slowly raised his head and looked at Tu Cangchang's eyes, saying one by one: "We're afraid we have to make the worst plan..."

(End of this chapter)