Chapter 867: The First Man to Die

1. Lin Xiaoman couldn't hear anything, and this sentence kept echoing in his mind.

"Xiaoman?" Chen Shangshang shouted again.

"When? When did Wei Guo get it, did he have a fever, did he take medicine, where is he now, is he in danger?" Lin Xiaoman asked several questions in an instant.

"Battalion Commander Xu should be in Licheng in your province.In fact, after Battalion Commander Xu told me about this, I had already reported the illness, probably because it was just a fever, and the degree of contagion and subsequent harm was still in the process of being determined, so I received an order to isolate the person who already had a fever first." Chen Shangshang took a breath and continued: "Because so far, the most serious person is a fever, and the high fever does not go away, and there are no other complications.

Ordinary people don't know, but people in the medical industry know that a simple fever can't burn a person, and only complications caused by a high fever can kill people.

Now the difficulty is that it is impossible to confirm how contagious it is and how harmful it is, and the authorities are urgently meeting to study the corresponding plan, and for the time being, it is being handled according to the secondary secrecy system of the current law.

Okay, Xiaoman, you first ask the people in Jiulitun to take protective measures, and then send a few clever soldiers to Xiaojiang Village and Xiaowang Village to count the number of people with fever and register the detailed symptoms.

After all, you just said, you heard.

Hearing is believing, seeing is believing, and I need a detailed data to convince the leadership.

I just hope that this virus can cause fever at most, how good would that be?"

After Lin Xiaoman heard Chen Shang's words, he couldn't get up or down in his throat in one breath, and he was uncomfortable and panicked.

Chen Shangshang's hope is not Lin Xiaoman's hope, but there is also a voice in her heart reminding her that this fever is very contagious, and it is impossible to stop at the fever, and there must be more serious follow-up harm that has not been exposed for the time being.

What she is even more afraid of is that by the time these hazards appear and explode one by one, it will be too late.

She couldn't even convince someone who knew Fang Qianjin so well, let alone those who had never experienced or heard of this kind of thing, and everything was based on facts?

Fang Qianqian looked at Lin Xiaoman with a worried face, frowning, and wanted to believe her very much, but the only thing he could do at the moment was to send someone to Xiaojiang Village to count the number of people with fever, and then report it, and then wait for the order.

There are more than 100 households in Xiaojiang Village, 356 people, and the number of people with fever has reached 112, and there are only 11 people with fever in Xiaowang Village, but this number is already very scary.

Even when Fang Qianjin saw this number, he couldn't help but be startled.

However, naïve thoughts are always naïve thoughts.

When the boss was still worried about just a fever, no need to increase the level of secrecy, no need to mess with himself, the first death came.

Guizhou Province, Licheng Hospital.

Early in the morning, the sky was overcast, and before noon, it began to drizzle.

The hospital is a strange existence, every day, people die here, every day there are people born here, the only constant is that the pungent smell of disinfectant water is always permeating the place.

In a hospital room on the second floor, the hanging bottle ticks, connecting the people on the hospital bed, like a ticking clock, every second walks, life enters the countdown, one second less.

Fu Zhiqiu had a fever, writhed his body indiscriminately, and shouted to his mother with a painful face, "Mom, I'm so uncomfortable." Mom, help me. ”

Screams of pain echoed from the second floor.

Zheng Qiuhua was in the opposite ward, listening to her daughter's screams, but she couldn't get out. Filled with despair, sadness, and fear.

"Let me go and see her, let me go out and see her, I beg you. ”

The sound of messy footsteps came towards Fu Zhiqiu's ward, and the doctors and nurses ran fast, and after running to the door of the ward, they took some protective measures, and then pushed the door in and gave Fu Zhiqiu a painkiller injection.

Fu Zhiqiu's spirit was sluggish, his face was pale and gray, his lips were blue, his breathing became more and more rapid, and finally he seemed to be out of breath, no matter how much he fanned his nose, he couldn't breathe.

After the doctor examined it, he slowly shook his head.

"It looks like a simple pneumonia, but the medicine has not had the slightest effect, the patient's heart and lungs are suffering from rapid lesions, and if it continues like this, it may not be able to survive for two days. ”

Death hung over the hospital, and the rain became heavier, and the sound of the rain outside the house added a desperate silence to the ward.

The cold wind blew in through the half-open window, and the unwarranted fear dizzed away little by little.

The doctor told Xu Weiguo the details of Fu Zhiqiu, and Xu Weiguo, who had been expressionless, slowly frowned.

He looked into the doctor's eyes and asked seriously, "You mean, if you can't find the right medicine that can suppress the virus, all people with fever will end up dying, right?"

Slowly, slowly, the doctor nodded.

"Among the more than thirty of us, Fu Zhiqiu only started to have a fever later, how could she be the first person to die?"

Xu Weiguo felt that this matter was a bit unexplainable.

The doctor felt that this matter was very easy to understand, "Among the more than thirty people, Fu Zhiqiu's physical fitness should be the worst, and her immunity should be extremely poor, so as soon as the virus enters her body, it can quickly destroy her body functions and destroy her decay." ”

"There's really nothing to be done now?"

"Not yet. By the way, Zheng Qiuhua asked to see Fu Zhiqiu for the last time, do you approve it?"

Xu Weiguo thought about it and agreed.

"Since there is no way for the time being, I will not be quarantined for the time being, Zheng Qiuhua wants to see Fu Qiuhua, I have to stare at the side. ”

Outside Fu Zhiqiu's ward, the doctors and nurses all looked solemn, and after Zheng Qiuhua was released, tears flowed uncontrollably as soon as they saw this situation.

She slowly walked into the ward and hugged Fu Zhiqiu in her arms.

Fu Zhiqiu opened his eyes and looked reluctant, "Mom, I don't want to die, I'm only twenty-five years old, I'm still young, and I still have a good life." Mom, help me, I don't want to die. ”

Zheng Qiuhua's heart was like a knife, and she called out to her stupid daughter vigorously, "In this world, who wants to die if you can live? Even if you live this time, you will not be able to die in the near future." You've made so much of a mistake that you can't live anymore. Mom can't save you, can't save you.

It's not just you, maybe we're all not far from death."

Fu Zhiqiu looked at Zheng Qiuhua in a daze, something suddenly welled up in her eyes, and she suddenly giggled, "Yes, you can't live if you want to die, you should die, you should die." Mom, I miss my dad. ”

Zheng Qiuhua's body trembled, lowered her head and looked at Fu Zhiqiu deeply, Fu Zhiqiu laughed and coughed, his eyes full of ridicule.

"Mom, I'm dead, will your heart ache?" Fu Zhiqiu asked.