Zhao Sike thought: Now, he has become the only backbone, and it is a terrible thing for the patient to make trouble!

With a mouthful of toothpaste foam in his mouth and a toothbrush still in his mouth, he ran out of the door and looked at the gate of the north ward, where old and young stood in front of the big iron gate, and they shook the big iron door, asking to come out and let them go home.

They are all struggling because of the virus, but they are all weak.

At a glance, he saw Zhong Daxiang, the team leader, lying on the ground wearing big pants.

At this time, Zhao Sike's first thought was to eat. It's really the people who eat for the sky! As long as you live, no matter what the circumstances, you always have to eat!

He spat out his toothbrush and ran towards the small stone bridge. Now the middle of the small stone bridge is also equipped with barbed wire. On the barbed wire fence, a small iron gate 50 centimeters square is installed.

On this side of the small iron gate, there is an iron bucket with a lid, a bamboo basket, and a bamboo basket.

In the tin bucket is rice gruel, in which are placed large red dates, and in a bamboo basket there are twenty steamed buns, and the steamed buns are wrapped in a small white cloth quilt. Twenty disposable plastic bowls, twenty pairs of disposable wooden chopsticks, and twenty salted duck eggs are placed in a bamboo basket.

The outside world, through the guò computer transmission, knew that there were twenty people inside.

After Zhao Sike divided the meal, he asked someone to wake up the bell loudly. He told him that the bell rang loudly, saying that the superior leaders had sent instructions asking him to organize everyone to study well at this critical moment, and told him that the more difficult the time, the more the will of the person was tested, and now he should be stable and good at the patient's feelings.

Zhao Sike asked him to divide the patients into three groups, select the team leader, and asked him to first grasp the ideological work of the group leader, so that everyone can welcome a better tomorrow.

Of course, this is all made up by Zhao Sike, aiming to stabilize their feelings until they are all dead. There are four other people in his class: himself, Zou Xiaochun, Mei Xiaoya, and the idiot Xiao Xingchen.

Zhao Sike was taken aback by his thoughts: he couldn't afford Xiao Xingchen before, because he was young and had no knowledge, unlike experts, who had specialized knowledge, and did his own thing, and liked to sleep.

And from the night, I admired him, so why did you come up with the idea that he was crazy?

He thought and thought, thought and thought, his brows furrowed and wrinkled, and finally came up with a little idea: he should be an idiot, otherwise, who would dare to sleep alone in the cemetery?

After a night of suffering, the patients ate breakfast and went back to their rooms to sleep. The patient quieted down, and Zhao Sike saw that Xiao Xingchen had not returned, so he walked towards the cemetery with his food.

The three people who have not been infected for the time being, even in the sunlight at eight or nine o'clock, they feel ghostly. The sun is hot, the spring breeze is warm, and they feel like their bones are frozen.

The three of them walked through a dark red and cyan saltwood field, and came to the cemetery, where Xiao Xingchen was lying on the ground, and his right hand was on Xiao Xiaoyan's grave stone.

All the graves here are not very large: like the large straw pot that is upside down on the ground.

Before Zhong Daxiang was not infected, he was a caring person, and he asked his superiors to send 36 urns, 36 signs, and the names of fishermen and medical team members were written on wooden signs.

The moon is cloudy and sunny, and it is difficult to do everything in the world perfectly. Since people from outside can't come in, who will cremate the last people to die? Who will bury it? This is completely negligible.

People, only when they know the date of their death, will they become broad-minded and will not be so calculating!

Undoubtedly, this time the bell rang loudly, and the cremation and burial of the bodies of sixteen of them fell on the heads of the four of them, and the four of themselves died, who would bury them? So let it go!

In order to clean up the mess in the future, in addition to the wooden signs inserted in front of the small graves of the dozen or so people who died, the wooden signs of the sick people were all brought with them.

Of these people, only Xiao Xingchen did not bring a sign.

At night, Zhao Sike also persuaded him to bring a wooden sign so that it could be recognized by people in the future, and Xiao Xingchen's words convinced him: Thirty-five of you have a brand, so isn't the remaining one me?

Zhao Sike saw Xiao Xingchen sleeping, he was also lying in front of the grave, closing his eyes, it was really comfortable! He thought: This kid surnamed Xiao is really fucking going to enjoy it!

Zou Xiaochun and Mei Xiaoya are also people waiting for death, plus they didn't sleep well all night, and they fell asleep when they lay down!

At noon, Zhao Sike was sweating from the sun, and he was even comfortable.

Now, the meal has been changed to two. In the morning, when the patient is not sick, he eats a meal, and most people sleep in the morning. In the afternoon, the patient wakes up and eats again.

……

Patients usually have a cold first half of the night and a hot second half of the night, and when the day is about to dawn, the body temperature is normal. However, due to the torture of illness, although they are no longer hot and cold, they are all weak and have no strength.

In the afternoon, the patients woke up one after another, and Zhong Daxiang wanted to lead others to learn according to the spirit of Zhao Sike's message, and he really led people to learn.

The main content of the study, of course, is the newspaper.

A middle-aged fisherman, who was working outside, came to visit his family that day and was left at home under martial law. At this time, he was also sick, and he didn't think much of what Zhong Daxiang read and what he learned: Now that he is about to die, why do he still learn this?

Zhong Daxiang frowned, although he was very angry at his rebuttal, but he couldn't find a reason to refute him.

Later, Zhong Da rang and handed the newspaper to an old mute. The old mute took the newspaper, puzzled, and sighed a few times, and it took a few minutes.

Now, their lives are measured in minutes.

Although the patients felt death, they only wept, and rarely cried. They only realized today that crying is also a hard work. Without strength, you can't cry.

Some people stopped shedding tears, and after a while, a demented expression appeared on their faces, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

……

After Zhao Sike woke up, he really put life and death out of the way. He is now thinking not about himself, but about these people who are dead and about to die.

That class of patients needs to be treated, disinfected, fed, and monitored, and the virus needs to be monitored.

He woke up Zou Xiaochun and Mei Xiaoya, and finally woke up Xiao Xingchen.

"Xingchen, after discussion, the three of us elected you as the team leader, and all the following affairs are arranged by you!" Zhao Sike took a method that was not a solution, and what he thought of in his heart flowed to his mouth.

Zou Xiaochun and Mei Xiaoya were both startled at the same time, but then they both bowed their heads and nodded.

"Dean Zhao, you and Mei Xiaoya are responsible for serving meals and disinfection; Director Zou is responsible for monitoring the virus and contacting his superiors! After Xiao Xingchen finished speaking, he closed his eyes again.

“…… What the? Zhao Sike originally thought that the new official would take office with three fires and give him a false name as a team leader, so as to give full play to his enthusiasm, and also wanted to take advantage of his youth to do some chores. I didn't expect him to save trouble and arrange it in one go! "There's too much work for us to do!"

"Execute the order! What is a job? Work is struggle...... You are an old comrade, how can you pick and choose fat and thin at work? How can you disobey orders? Xiao Xingchen said lazily with his eyes closed.

"You ......" Zhao Sike didn't expect it to be self-defeating, and he couldn't help but be angry. Only then did he understand that Zhong Daxiang was seriously ill, and when the matter was approaching, he still wanted to deal with Xiao Xingchen!

He endured his grief and walked back. After walking more than thirty steps, he remembered that he couldn't let him eat the food he brought! When he turned around, he saw him drinking gruel with his eyes closed, eating steamed buns, and duck eggs, completely looking well-off.

Zhao Sike stomped his feet and walked back.

Zou Xiaochun stepped forward, took his arm, and scolded the ancestors of Xiao Xingchen's family eight times. Then, he began to complain about Zhao Sike, about the election of the team leader, why didn't he go through them and say that he was unanimously elected or something?

Zhao Sike really has a hard time!

Back at the medical base, Zhao Sike cleaned the ward area and disinfected it, and at the same time scolded Xiao Xingchen with Zhong Daxiang.

It was as if this plague was brought by this young man.

Mei Xiaoya hung up the potion for sixteen patients, disinfected them with Zhao Sike, and cleaned them up together.

In the case of anger, people do things well, Zhao Sike and Mei Xiaoya work from three o'clock to four o'clock, and their work is also in order, and they are cleaner than usual.

Xiao Xingchen is not unwilling to do things, let alone afraid of death. Although his eyes were closed, he had a lot of questions on his mind.

If you don't go to the medical base now, and you don't come into contact with different patients, if the bell rings and the group of people dies, according to past experience, the rest of the people will inevitably get sick. If you don't get sick for the time being, you can clean up for them!

"Let's just eat, leave him alone, let him starve to death, he's a waste anyway!" Zhao Sike served the patient and had lunch, and the three of them were good people for the time being, and while eating in the room in the living area, he scolded angrily.

Zou Xiaochun scolded Xiao Xingchen the most fiercely behind his back before, but now it was Zhao Sike's turn to scold, she calmed down, kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with a towel, and told him the truth that he was angry and hurt his body, and said that a villain like Xiao Xingchen couldn't be so atmospheric?

Mei Xiaoya quietly gave the meal to Xiao Xingchen.

In fact, Xiao Xingchen seemed to have his eyes closed, but he actually slept very little, and he was looking for a way.

The more than 2,000 admiration coins in his consciousness barely grow. These days, those people are scolding themselves behind their backs, who still admires themselves?

Of course, occasionally there will be one or two admiration coins floating in my consciousness, and for five thousand yuan to ask once, these sporadic admiration coins are completely negligible!

"Xiao Xingchen, according to experience, we are about to get sick! Afternoon...... I'm not going to bring you food...... In the afternoon, after the sun sets, according to experience, more than a dozen of them will die, and we will get sick...... I don't know, what do you think? Mei Xiaoya asked timidly with tears in her eyes.