Chapter 20: The Original Intention

Inscription: If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind sad fan

Dark clouds rolled and drizzled down. The cold wind is raging in the Jiahe community, and some fallen leaves are scattered with the wind, and there is no place to go. Fang Jia helped the child of the woman who called for help, An Daoji carried the old grandfather on his back, and Wang Bo carried the old grandmother on his back, went downstairs and came to the gate of Jiahe Community.

Fang Jia asked Ying Yuanjun for help, hoping that he could send a police car to take the patient to the hospital. Police cars can run red lights, they can enter the priority channel of the hospital, and at this moment, they are desperate! Time is precious for a few critically ill patients.

When Ying Yuanjun heard about it, he immediately sent a police car and went straight to Jiahe Community.

Fang Jia looked at An Daoji, this is a simple and honest face, because he often travels to serve the community residents, he is baptized into a dark black by the wind and rain. He had just returned to Wuhan from the army the year before last, and he could have relied on his plumber skills to get a job with better pay and greater flexibility in free space, but he chose to work as a security supervisor in the community. He has only two words for all tasks: yes! Good! After a long time, many people in the Wanjia community called him Brother An. The resident's dog is lost, the clothes are floating down from the balcony and disappearing, there is something wrong with the water and electricity, the car body is scratched, the bicycle is stolen, the electric car cannot be charged, the family quarrels, the woman peeks at the man's mobile phone, is slapped by the man, buys a fake, the shopping is lacking two pounds, the old man can't go downstairs with a broken foot, who spits on the door of another house, etc., these trivial things, chicken and dog fragments, the first thing people think of is Andangi.

Andagui is always available, smiling and helping residents get things done, not taking a cigarette or drinking a glass of water. Just yesterday, an elderly man in the community lay in bed for several days, pooping and urinating, and his son and daughter-in-law were afraid to clean up, so they had to ask Andaji to help clean up the feces and urine, and help the old man take a bath and change into clean clothes. Something like this happens every day, and every time a resident calls Andauji. Andagui always has no excuses, no complaints, and is happy to help the residents.

Thinking of this, Fang Jia was in awe. An Daoji is such an ordinary person, there are no earth-shattering touching righteous deeds, they are all for the trivial things of the common people to eat, drink and Lazar, but this seems to be earth-shattering, because what the masses like most is this silent ordinary, ordinary righteousness.

Fang Jia looked at Wang Bo again, who came to the community after graduating from college. Wang Bolai came to the community, first as a volunteer, and then as a grid member, at the age of twenty-five, with an innocent baby face. His parents respected his choice and understood him. His salary as a grid worker in the community is more than 2,000 yuan a month, and he thinks that he can eat and drink enough, and the main thing is to learn to be a person and learn to do things. He is responsible for all the information reports and network management of the community. He enjoys table tennis and guitar in his spare time, and people affectionately call him Xiao Wang Fat.

Fang Jia is a person with a rich heart. She is sentimental and sentimental, and she is the secretary of the general party branch in the community, and she has a delicate side, but she is more responsible and responsible, and her work is known for being strict, meticulous, practical and famous, and has been affirmed by the city and district, and the Wanjia community has become a civilized demonstration community. But she is a woman with a personality temperament, more inward-looking, capable, decisive, pungent, responsible and witty.

She looked at the snowflakes falling in the cloudy sky and the fallen leaves flying in the wind nearby, and thought: the Spring Festival is coming, but no one cared about the disaster of the new crown epidemic at first. Our leaders seem to be busy and dizzy? What unspeakable pain may they have? Or are they carried away by some political achievements? Paralyzing, perhaps? If so, they are remiss in their duties! Now this disaster has suddenly befallen us ordinary people, who are infected and sick, waiting for medical treatment in struggle and grief, waiting for beds, or waiting for death, until then we suddenly realize that this disaster is so close to us, closely related to each of us, the virus does not recognize the rich and the poor, and does not talk about honor and inferiority. In the face of such a sudden epidemic disaster, we are as small as dust and grass, and ignorant as chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs, but we are usually so self-sufficient, optimistic, arrogant and competitive. When the virus devours us and our families, we know that we are calling for help, and it seems that we suddenly know.

As she thought about it, she felt a tearing pain in her heart. At this moment, a police car came at a speed and stopped in front of them.

She, An Daoji, and Wang Bo placed a family of four in a police car. An Daoji got into his car again, took Shang Jia and Wang Bo, and rushed to Fumin Hospital with the police car.

Zhu Yi and Liu Xinxin were rescuing a patient, but the patient did not cooperate, ripped off the oxygen therapy mask, and rolled out of bed. The patient was rolling all over the floor, struggling desperately. Zhu Yi called in several nurses to assist and carried the patient to bed together. This is a female patient in her sixties, her husband is a calligrapher and painter, and she is too frightened to approach in the corridor, and she calls vigorously to inform her children to come.

Zhu Yi, Wu Aichun, and Sun Aibing had an emergency consultation, and told the painter who was so frightened that his face turned pale about the rescue plan.

The painter nodded, and called his children to come to Fumin Hospital quickly, and said in a hurry: "Your mother is not good, the doctor said that the throat should be cut for rescue, and I have already signed." ”

However, before the rescue operation began, the patient had stopped breathing.

Zhu Yi lowered his head and stood silently for a long time. This is bed ninety-seven, and several patients have died in this bed!

He walked out of the ward with heavy steps and said to the painter: "You can take your ID and your household registration book to the consultation room and issue a death certificate." ”

When the painter heard this, he fell to the ground in shock, his high blood pressure worsened, his eyes stared at the ceiling, and he muttered, "She, wife, is she really not good?" So fast? How can it be so fast! He fainted.

Sun Aibing, Wu Aichun, and Liu Xinxin hurriedly pushed a mobile hospital bed, lifted the painter from the ground, and quickly pushed him to the emergency room.

At this time, Fang Jia, An Daoji, and Wang Bo took the patient to Zhuyi's clinic.

All four of them had a fever, difficulty breathing, and difficulty walking.

Zhu Yi asked the nurse to arrange them on the chairs in the corridor and asked Fang Jia, "What is your relationship at this time?" ”

Fang Jia said: "Doctor Zhu, they are residents of Jiahe Community, in the first three rows where you live. The patient knocked on the basin on the balcony and called for help, and we got it, they are residents of the Wanjia community. ”

Zhu Yi pointed to the bed ranking chart in the computer and said, "Secretary Fang, look at it, according to the ranking, they have already ranked to No. 463, which means that before them, there are still 462 patients waiting for the hospital bed." ”

Fang Jia involuntarily let out an "ah" and widened his eyes: "This, what should I do!" ”

Zhu Yi said: "I have been in the hospital for three weeks in a row to rescue patients, maybe I will hold on for a few more months, we are not only short of hospital beds, but also lack of medical supplies, lack of medical staff, we are struggling to stick to the front line of the fight against the epidemic." ”

Fang Jia fell silent. She thought: What should I do if such a serious situation is on the occasion of the Spring Festival? Is this our paralysis or the rampant of the virus? But she believes that there must be two reasons for this situation: natural disasters and man-made disasters. When she was a child, she listened to her grandfather's stories, and there was a sentence deeply engraved in her heart, grandpa said that natural disasters in the world are often the cause of man-made disasters! She felt a chill in her heart, and the heavy shadows were as heavy as the dark clouds in the sky.

Zhu Yi thought for a while and said, "Bed No. 97 has just been vacated, I can explain the situation to Dean Li Ming and other colleagues, and give this bed to the patients you brought first." You are the secretary of Wanjia community, and you have done a lot of good things for Jiahe community, and I also remember this feeling, and besides, the patient is not your relatives and friends, nor is it my relatives, we are completely out of benevolence and public heart. People waiting in line for beds will definitely question this, and the responsibility will be borne by me, so I'll make an exception this time. ”

Four patients, only one bed, what to do? Fang Jia asked them to discuss and decide who would be hospitalized. Grandpa said let the mother-in-law live, the mother-in-law said let the grandfather live, the woman who knocked on the basin and called for help said let the child live, the child said let the mother live, if the mother is sick, the whole family is finished. They deliberated for a while, and finally decided to give bed 97 to the child.

The patient who was beating the gong and shouting went to see bed 97 and found a dead man lying on the bed, and the morgue workers were going to remove the body. When the painter who had fainted woke up, he would not let the body be moved, saying that he would wait for his children to come and see their mother for the last time. More than an hour has passed, and the painter's children still have not seen the remains.

Zhu Yi instructed Liu Xinxin and a few nurses to pack the dead person in a body bag and push him out of the ward.

When bed No. 97 was cleaned up, the woman who knocked on the basin and called for help refused to go through the procedures for her daughter to be hospitalized. She was taboo about this hospital bed where someone had just died, thinking that it was unlucky to live in this hospital bed.

Zhu Yi said: "Secretary Fang and Brother An and Xiao Wang Pang of the community overcame many difficulties and brought your family to the hospital, we decided to give you this bed, and I, Secretary Fang and the hospital superiors have assumed the responsibility of cutting in line to arrange the bed, you are still unlucky!" Let me tell you, this hospital bed should have belonged to a retired cadre, and people have been queuing at home for more than ten days! ”

The woman who knocked on the basin and called for help was still hesitant and refused to go through the procedures for her daughter to be hospitalized. She believes that the ghost of the deceased is not gone, and letting her family sleep in this hospital bed is equivalent to being the companion of the dead ghost.

Zhu Yi persuaded him kindly, and said to the woman: "It's right to let your daughter be hospitalized, your daughter is only fifteen years old, she has just graduated from junior high school, the future is theirs, and young people still have a long way to go." ”

Silence, embarrassment, coldness, nervousness, embarrassment.

Zhu Yi said: "In the hospital, especially now that there is a shortage of beds, and the beds are changed one after another, we do our best for all the patients, but sometimes we can't do anything. When many patients pass away, they insist on not seeing their relatives for the last time for fear of infecting their relatives. They fell silently like a leaf. At the moment of the pandemic, none of us has the slightest reason to regard unreasonable demands as a condition, let alone that we are all doing our best to be benevolent and righteous, and talk about the feelings of the neighborhood. ”

At this moment, someone spread the news of the vacant bed through WeChat or phone, and the son of the retired cadre at the front of the line had already been staring at the hospital. He stood guard in a special passage for a long time, and found that the morgue man was pushing a dark yellow body bag out, feeling that his father was at the front of the line and had a hospital bed. He immediately came to Zhu Yi's clinic, introduced himself to Zhu Yi, and said that his father was already on his way to the hospital.

Zhu Yi understood his intention, and spread his hands to Fang Jia, expressing regret and helplessness.

Zhu Yi prescribed medicine to the four patients in the family, instructed them to take some precautions, told them not to go out, and then asked Fang Jia, An Daoji, and Wang Bo to send them home.

Four hours after the family returned home, the woman knocked on the basin on the balcony and called for help. As night fell, her hoarse voice spread in the cold wind, and it was very bleak. Some people closed the windows and thought: Secretary Fang led someone to take them to the hospital in a police car, why was he knocking on the basin and calling for help? It turned out that after the family returned, the two old men died one after another, and the daughter was also unconscious in a high fever.

After Fang Jia learned of the situation, he quickly reported the situation to Secretary Cheng Xiao.

Cheng Xiao and Wen Xigao immediately came to Jiahe Community, but they didn't dare to go upstairs and notified Chen Mingsan to be responsible for assisting in the processing.

Chen Mingsan had just eaten Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, drank eight taels of white wine, and was drunk.

They also notified the property manager, Lu Sanxi, to assist in the handling.

Lu Sanxi was having a New Year's dinner, and said that he was not feeling well, so he notified a security guard to come.

After a period of deliberation, Cheng Xiao reported the situation to the district. The person on duty in the district said that the leader was not there at this time.

Fang Jia said decisively: "Notify the funeral home, drag the dead away first!" ”

After a while, a black funeral car came, dragging away the two dead old people, and the Jiahe community slowly regained its tranquility.

However, this tranquility is superficial, but people's hearts are not tranquil, and they are almost thinking: Several people have died in Jiahe community, is it the new coronavirus? If it's a virus, how can we be good? What about the more than 9 million people locked down in the city? Will the more than 5 million people who left Wuhan infect others? How is the city, the province, and the whole country good? Why doesn't the superior seem to have any big moves? People are tormented by the fear and anxiety of the coming disaster, restless, tasteless, nervous, and physically and mentally exhausted!

At this time, the provincial headquarters for the prevention and control of new crown pneumonia is holding an emergency meeting. Zhang Dawei, Jiang Huaxin, and Liu Xingfa are responsible for inspecting the inspection team. After the meeting, each subgroup worked independently to ensure that the battle against the epidemic was won.

Zhang Dawei immediately convened a special meeting on the work of the epidemic prevention and anti-epidemic inspection and inspection team. The Commission for Discipline Inspection dispatched special personnel, and the Supervision Commission dispatched special personnel to form a 25-person inspection and inspection team, which went to 16 prefectures and cities in the province to participate in the actual combat on the front line of epidemic prevention and anti-epidemic.

After Zhang Dawei clarified the work arrangements, requirements, and measures one by one, he solemnly said to the people present: "Comrades, the new coronavirus is the common enemy of the whole city, the whole province, the whole country, and all mankind. Our fight against the epidemic is not only fighting against the virus, but also fighting against many of our ideological styles, work styles and bad habits that are not suitable for the current epidemic prevention and anti-epidemic. In this unprecedented battle against the epidemic, we must rely on the front line to supervise, go deep into the front line, go deep into the grassroots, directly attack the problem, and solve the problem. Everybody looks at me, I don't fit my eyes, you can't sleep. It's a tough battle, it's a big test, and we have to win! ”