Mu Qingli said to the uninfected people: "Listen carefully, now I need everyone, to separate the infected people according to their symptoms, at the same time, all the passages should be sprayed with alcohol, on the first floor near the door, vacate two separate rooms, as your place of residence, you must pay attention, unless necessary, you don't take off your masks and gloves, Su Xiang, you are responsible for leading this team." ”

Su Xiang nodded and led the team of uninfected personnel to leave first.

Mu Qingli turned around and faced the medical staff on the right, "You are all medical staff, before arranging for you, I hope you will remember the despair of being declared to give up before you start treatment, in the future, I hope you will think about your feelings today before you give up on the patient, and then make a decision." ”

The words brought tears to the eyes of the medical team. Many years later, when they made achievements in their respective fields, what they were most grateful for was Mu Qingli's words today.

"Doctors here, I want to know, what is the plague this time?"

Pale people, you look at me, I look at you, in the end, an old military doctor stepped forward, and said with a gray face: "According to the old decay, this plague should be the plague." ”

Plague has the shortest onset and the highest mortality rate.

The old military doctor's words fell, and the dead air enveloped everyone.

"Okay, I know, we don't have much time in the future, believe me, I will find a way to cure everyone, everyone must not give up, next, I hope everyone can cooperate to keep the environment they are in clean and prevent new viruses from arising."

Mu Qingli's expression was firm, and he took the trouble to comfort everyone over and over again, and at the same time, he searched for a cure for the plague in his mind.

The transparency of the golden finger lies in the fact that all the answers are based on this time and space, not modern, which greatly reduces Mu Qingli's burden.

The amount of knowledge about the treatment plan for the plague was huge, and Mu Qingli covered her head in pain and carried it for ten minutes before it was over.

Mu Qingli dismissed everyone, leaving only the infected medical staff, and said eagerly: "Coptis chinensis, Sophora sophora, Forsythia, Rhubarb, Shengdi, Zhimu, do we have these in our hospital?" ”

The nurse in charge of drug management stood up and nodded in confirmation: "These medicines are available, but there are not many forsythias." ”

"Okay, can you still hold on? Those who can still insist follow this nurse to boil these six medicinal materials and give them to everyone. ”

Among the medical staff, most of the nurses had mild symptoms, nodded their heads when they heard the words, and took the order.

Mu Qingli tore off the corner of his clothes, took out a charcoal pen and lay on the ground, wrote down the medicinal materials just now, and hurried to the door after writing, and handed the corner of his clothes to one of the soldiers: "Please help me hand over this cloth to the general, prepare the medicinal materials on it, be sure to be fast, this is the first way to control the deterioration of the condition!" ”

The soldier understood the seriousness of the matter, and carefully wrapped the strip of cloth handed over by Mu Qingli with another piece of cloth, and ran away.

Traditional Chinese medicine can only prevent deterioration, not complete treatment, everyone is still in danger, and the next thing Mu Qingli needs to do is to make penicillin in the shortest possible time, which is the specific drug for treatment.

Mu Qingli asked another soldier to tell Zhao Ziyi to do everything in his power to find Penicillium (the mold when steamed buns and fruits are moldy) to the greatest extent, and at the same time, find a way to make it, because the amount of Mu Qingli's demand is far from enough compared with the huge number of infected people.