Yizhi

Chapter 54 SARS

The curtains were replaced with double layers two years ago, pure black, hanging heavily, blocking all light sources.Indoors, day and night are the same.Even so, he would still wake up at four or five in the morning, making it difficult to fall asleep again.I had no choice but to open my eyes and feel the darkness, sometimes recalling dreams, sometimes recalling the past.

Dreams, mostly good, are derived from the past.

Yi Jin always thought that his younger brother's sleeping condition had improved, and often knocked on the door to wake him up before he went to work.And Yi Qingwei has often been sitting in front of the desk for a long time, turning off the desk lamp, and lazily answering "OK".

In March 2003, willow catkins fluttered in the city of Beijing.

Yi Qingwei walked into the emergency department with a cup of coffee in his hand and the wind was blowing under his feet.People passing by saw him and stopped to say hello.

"Hello, Doctor Yi."

He nodded and smiled slightly: "Good morning."

Nurse Xiao Liu quickly caught up with him, and reported while following his footsteps: "Doctor Yi, the patient in room 26 who was sent the day before yesterday has still had a high fever. It has been two days and two nights."

"When was the last time you took your temperature?"

"An hour ago."

"how many degree."

"40."

Yi Qingwei raised his wrist to look at his watch, arrived at the office, drank a few sips of coffee, took out his white coat, and put it on neatly.

As he walked, he lowered his head to arrange buttons and nameplates, and asked, "Chest piece."

"There are shadows in the lungs."

"breathe."

"Having wheezing."

"Take your temperature again right away."

"it is good."

"and many more."

Xiao Liu immediately stopped and turned to look at him.

"Remember to wear a mask." To signal, Yi Qingwei pointed to his mouth.

Xiao Liu blushed a little, because this was not the first time Dr. Yi had reminded her.In the field of medical care, if you make a wrong move, you will lose your whole life.Sometimes it's the patient's, sometimes it's your own.

"Okay, I will definitely remember in the future."

"Thanks for your hard work."

When Yi Qingwei came to the ward, the patient on the bed was still awake. A woman in her 30s, her face was purple, her breathing was loud in her sleep, and there was a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in her throat.Seeing the doctor coming, the family members who were looking after her immediately got up and said anxiously, "Doctor, is she suffering from a common cold? What medicine did she take? Why hasn't she gotten better?"

"Don't be too nervous." Yi Qingwei looked relaxed, chatting with him like a family, "Are you from Guangdong?"

"How do you know? Yes, we are from Cantonese, and we are in business. My wife collapsed when the goods came here a few days ago."

Xiao Liu answered: "It's easy to hear the tone of the people over there, isn't it, Doctor Yi?"

A figure came to mind inappropriately, it was too familiar, every round of day and night, I don't know how many times it would torture him.

He smiled, nodded, and said yes.

After asking a few more questions about the situation, Yi Qingwei strode out of the ward, his smile disappeared, replaced by a tense seriousness.

"Try other medicines for her, antibiotics, the best and most advanced ones. All the staff who take care of that patient must wear masks, including family members." He said to Xiao Liu, "It is very likely that there will be patients with the same symptoms in the future. Patients admitted to the hospital, the same approach."

"Doctor Yi, this..."

"Suspected of SARS."

Xiao Liu was terrified and rushed to do it.

Yi Qingwei raced against time, ran back to the computer and entered terms such as "Guangzhou pneumonia" and "SARS treatment" into the search engine. The information was scattered and had no reference.

Ominous foreboding, full of doubts, and extreme uneasiness spread in Yi Qingwei's heart.

He reported it layer by layer, from the director to the dean, and held a small emergency meeting.

"It is true that there are rumors that this strange disease in the south is highly contagious. But the specific situation is not clear, and we have no channels to obtain accurate information. Moreover, in Beijing, the major hospitals work independently and interact with each other. I don’t know, and I don’t know if other hospitals have received similar patients.” The director described the current situation [-].

"I read a report released by CCTV some time ago that the pathogen of SARS is chlamydia. Although it is easy to relapse, it is still treatable and controllable." A doctor said so.

"Chlamydia?" Yi Qingwei, who had been silent for a long time, said, "All conventional medicines have failed on that patient, and antibiotics have been used just now. If there is still no improvement, then, I think, even if it is released by the central government, chlamydia and the epidemic situation may be related. These conclusions are also debatable."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's scalp went numb, and goose bumps appeared one after another.

The next day, the patient was diagnosed with SARS, and all medical staff who had unprotected contact with the patient were quarantined.

In the afternoon of the same day, the hospital's SARS isolation ward was established.

Soon after, SARS broke out, and China's disease prevention system completely failed.Beijing, an increasingly international metropolis, was overwhelmed by the raging virus in all directions and was vulnerable to a single blow.

Ambulances shuttled through the streets of the city, and flutes blared, hovering over Beijing, like sharp swords piercing through the surface of peace and tranquility.

Colorless gunpowder smoke, people panic.

In April 2003, it was rainy in London.

"Look!"

"Look at me!"

"Look at me, please."

Jim kept shaking his red hair, standing like a traffic light in the laboratory.

"Song." He changed the language and used broken Chinese to attract the man's attention, "Oh, my God, it's unbelievable that such a thing happened in China."

The person who stood in front of the centrifuge and focused on it looked up at Jim before turning off the machine button, then lowered his head and took out the centrifuge tube.After storing the samples, Song Yezhi slowly took off his gloves and white coat, and walked past Jim.

"What happened to China?" He washed his hands with water, carelessly.

Seeing that he finally paid attention to himself, Jim, who had been ready to go for a long time, immediately asked, "What do we have for lunch?"

"I'll make hot pot for you."

"Oye, I love Chinese food, I love hot pot."

"What happened in China?"

The tall and strong Jim raised his arms and raised his laptop, and walked out of the laboratory while reading, and translated tightly: "The World Health Organization convened 9 countries and 11 top laboratories to try to find the cause of this new virus, and Name the disease that is prevalent in China this time as Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome, SARS."

"When did this happen?"

Jim leaned closer and looked at it for a while: "March."

One sentence, Jim translated for 3 minutes.Song Yezhi patiently endured until the end of the full stop, took over the computer, and quickly browsed through ten lines at a glance.

SARS.

virus.

Guangdong.

infection.

Beijing.

He closed the computer with a snap, quickened his pace, and said, "Go home first."

Jim's longing for Chinese | Chinese hot pot was ruined.After Song Yezhi returned to the apartment, he sat in front of the computer and looked up information all afternoon without thinking about food or tea.As it was getting dark, Jim stood behind Song Yezhi with today's second bucket of instant noodles, and ate quietly, using the smell to highlight his presence.

Jim glanced at Song Yezhi's computer screen, which was full of detailed reports on the SARS epidemic.

For several hours, Song Yezhi was like a fully drawn bow at any time, vigilant every second.In the middle of Jim's last mouthful, Song Yezhi on the swivel chair suddenly relaxed.

The arrow has left the string, and the bow is left sluggish and bewildered.

He huddled in the large soft chair, staring blankly at the screen, lost in thought, not knowing what to think.

Seeing this, Jim handed over a chocolate bar to replace Song Yezhi's fingers between his teeth to nibble on.

"what happened?"

Song Yezhi didn't pick it up, but he let go and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to go back."

These four words, uttered from his mouth for the first time, sounded like a long-lost charge horn.

He immediately got up to pack his luggage, stuffed some clothes indiscriminately, and went back to book an international ticket.During the process, his thoughts were chaotic, but a certain sentence of the report he read just now was very clear, stuck in his mind, and couldn't shake it off——

"Peking University Hospital was too severe due to the severe SARS epidemic. Most of the medical staff were infected and lost the ability to treat them. The hospital is now closed. It is the first time in the history of the hospital that it has stopped accepting patients."

"What?" Jim also panicked, circling around Song Yezhi, "Go back? Where are you going back?"

"China." He said clearly again, "Beijing."

"Beijing? The hardest-hit area?" Jim rarely called his full name, "Song Yezhi, the current situation, it is difficult to escape from that place, and then you want to break in? Do you want to be a retrograde? So Simple reason, retrograde is to suffer!"

Song Yezhi didn't explain, and kept his eyes on the computer, begging, "Jim, please call Zhao Huanyu for me."

Jim paced back and forth with the phone in his hand and said, "It doesn't work."

"Scroll down, Grandpa."

half an hour.

"No way."

"Further down." He paused and made a decision, "Yi."

"It still doesn't work."

Jim reminded him in time: "Now China is a rest time."

It is normal for Grandpa and Zhao Huanyu to have their mobile phones unanswered when they are sleeping, but Yi Qingwei—even if Yi Qingwei was an intern at that time, he kept his mobile phone open 24 hours a day and was on call at any time.

Song Yezhi gritted his teeth and cursed with red eyes.

The nearest flight was at twelve o'clock in the evening. He discarded the bulky suitcase, rummaged through the boxes to find all the documents, put on his backpack, and rushed out the door.

Just gone?

Jim's world view was about to collapse, and he shouted behind him: "You still have experimental projects!"

Song Yezhi left a sentence: "I will send an email to the teacher."

Then, it quickly disappeared into the rain.

"Hello, a direct ticket to Beijing."

"Beijing?" The staff repeated for confirmation.

The news of the fall of the epidemic in Beijing has been circulating in the headlines of the international media for several days.

"Yes, Beijing."

Firm and steady.

After the turbulent rush, Song Yezhi sat in the waiting room smoothly, but gradually calmed down.

Everything has been settled properly, all we can do now is wait.

As it happened, for so long, the thing he was best at was waiting.

Unknown, endless waiting.

The rain outside the window has not stopped, pattering.

The same rain, the same night, the same terminal.

Song Yezhi blinked, the scenes overlapped, as if going back in time.And these six years of depression and loneliness are like dreams and illusions.

The moon is the same moon.The night is the same night.It was as if he was still in Beijing, never fled, never expelled.

However, thousands of longings and resentments hoarded day and night are so real, with brand marks and proofs, burned on the time scale.

2231 days.

12300 kilometers.

Song Yezhi stepped into the cockpit with only a few people, took the plane to the high-risk area, regardless of life and death, and went to meet the old friend who didn't know life or death.

At the time, 24 years old.

Up in the sky, he frowned puzzled, folded his arms and huddled in his seat in a daze.Just like one year, on the metal chair in front of the operating room, the boy who was restless and had to force himself to calm down.

Uncle, you are safe and sound.

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The fact is that the People's Hospital of Peking University was closed, and it was changed to Peking University Hospital to match the plot. (I have been busy in the past few days, and I will not be able to catch my breath until the end of December. But! Even if I stay up all night, I will make the flag of the daily update in November stand. Thanks again for reading the article, leaving comments, voting for starfish and casting jade pendants Friend! Why do you keep saying thank you, because I really appreciate it hahahahaha. I have a bad habit of coding, and I am lazy. I often jump back and forth between self-affirmation and self-doubt. I usually write 12 words and delete five. Thousand words. It should not be easy to follow the serialization, so you are willing to leave a message and feed me. It really encourages me, thank you very much. A standard bow