Chapter 175: Dear, Are You Sick?

Xie Ling seemed to be lost in thought, ignoring Wang Lu's gag, biting her fingers and thinking for a long time, she suddenly asked: "Brother, sister, have you ever been sick before-well, I mean it looks more strange, different from others." ”

Chen Wei and Wang Lu glanced at each other, and Wang Lu understood the meaning of Xie Ling's words: "Do you suspect that we have all had some kind of disease, so we have antibodies on our bodies and are immune to biochemical viruses?" ”

Xie Ling nodded: "There should be some reason, if a general direction is determined, it may not be possible to really research a medicine for biochemical viruses one day." ”

Xie Ling's wish is very good, but the reality is very skinny, these four people can't even get a drip, what else to talk about developing biochemical vaccines, Wang Lu's only vaccine knowledge is to squeeze out the pus from the smallpox on the cow, and then cut a knife on the human arm, and stuff the cotton ball stained with pus into it, which can prevent and treat smallpox. Amazing, you ask me what smallpox looks like on cows? I don't know what to do.

But Wang Lu didn't want to dampen Xie Ling's enthusiasm, and thought about it very seriously: "I don't have any major problems, I had appendicitis when I was a child, and I have a history of tracheitis - cough cough, I'm talking about medical tracheitis, and the blood pressure and blood lipids are a little high in the physical examination, and nothing else is gone." ”

Chen Wei hesitated for a moment: "My family has a history of diabetes, but I haven't found out yet." ”

Wang Bi'an raised his hand: "I often caught colds when I was in kindergarten, and after I went to elementary school, it was much less. ”

Xie Ling bit her lip: "Well, I remember that I had mumps when I was a child, and I usually had a cold and fever." ”

When the four of them got together, there were no clues at all.

Wang Lu said: "If this vaccine research is so simple, people will still work hard to pull what kind of five-year medical university." ”

It's just nonsense. Xie Ling herself felt funny and wanted to stop there.

Wang Bi'an said suddenly: "Dad, I remember that you had a very serious illness last year, and my mother and I moved to live at my grandparents' house." ”

Wang Lu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered, that's right, he just got the J stream last year.

That year, the J stream made people panic in China, and it caught up with the limelight of the "stupid S" back then.

Wang Lu also won the bid.

At first, I didn't expect it to be J flow, but I had a fever for 4 days in a row, and I had a low-grade fever every day, which made Wang Lu panic and hurry to seek medical attention.

When he arrived at the hospital, Wang Luyi said that he had symptoms, and bluntly told the doctor that he suspected that it was J flow, and asked the doctor to check it, and the doctor said slowly: "Our hospital has no equipment to check J flow." ”

Wang Lu was stunned, a tertiary hospital, a hospital designated by civil servants for treatment, no equipment to check J flow?

"Where can I find out?"

"I don't know what to say."

Wang Lu was just about to get angry, but suddenly understood that he was a media practitioner, why did he forget it, at this time, where would he honestly check the J stream and then report the data publicly. Isn't this a slap in the face of the local leaders in front of the people of the whole country?

Wang Lu honestly prescribed some commonly used cold medicine and went back to the office.

But he didn't sit down honestly and put the matter on the ground -- he picked up the phone and called directly to a certain epidemic prevention unit.

I am a reporter from a certain media, and now I suspect that I have J flu and urgently need to be diagnosed and treated, of course, you can also not come for examination, but please note that my unit is an important propaganda organization, if I have an outbreak of J flu in my unit, you will have to bear serious consequences.

Ten minutes later, a phone call came, asking Wang Lu to immediately go to a designated epidemic prevention department for inspection.

This was the first time Wang Lu had driven into this slightly mysterious department, and entered a house with a large pile of instruments on the floor. He was greeted by a lady in a white coat.

The test is as simple as taking an imported liquid, holding it in the mouth, lifting the neck, rinsing it in the throat, and then spitting it into a designated cup for testing. …,

In less than 10 minutes, the results came out, and it was J stream.

The lady is very polite, there is an imported medicine for J flu, but there is no guarantee that there will be no side effects, if you want it, if you want, it will be given to you for free.

Seeing Wang Lu's bitter face hesitating, the lady smiled lightly: "Actually, you don't have to look at J flow as terrible, the deaths in those news reports are very extreme, either the patients themselves are old, or they have other serious diseases, if you believe me, prescribe some ordinary medicine, and have a good rest for a week." ”

What else, Wang Lu brought the same medicine as the one prescribed in the hospital and went home.

The unit soon received a report from the relevant departments -- yes, Wang Lu added a glorious figure to the local report of the national J stream quota -- and called Wang Lu to rest at home, and the work would be replaced, and all wages and bonuses would be paid as they were, and even the eggs prepared by the trade union for the beginning of summer would not be missing you.

The subtext is: just stay at home and don't hurt your colleagues.

The first thing Wang Lu did when he went home was to call Chen Wei - he didn't have to go home today, and he and Wang Bi'an went to live at his grandparents' house.

One can imagine how many chickens and dogs this phone call has attracted -- the television station reports every day that there are dead people in the J flu, and the data of the J flu patients in various provinces and cities are updated every day, making it look like a countdown -- urging the countdown.

The calls came in one by one -- Chen Wei's, Wang Bi'an's, grandpa's, grandma's, department heads, deputy general managers in charge of departments, and trade union chairmen......

With a crying voice to say yes, the tone is kind and tells you to rest assured, a serious representative of the organization condolences, and at the same time informs that your office has been specially disinfected - Damn, Lao Tzu is not dying.

Wang Lu was upset when he heard it, but in fact, his heart was also up and down, you said, who is not afraid of death. What percentage of the chances, but when you become that molecule yourself, will you be scared? For the individual, there is no question of a few percent, that is, half to half, either alive or dead. It's like a gambler betting on the size of a gambler, rolling his eyes and staring, either winning and taking it all, or even losing all his underwear.

In the next week, Wang Lu honestly stayed on the fifth floor of his house, and did not even go out of the door, first, there was still food at home, and secondly, the neighborhood committee actually made a phone call, saying that Wang Lu knew that Wang Lu had J flu, and let him recuperate with peace of mind, and not go out if he had nothing to do.

I heard that Wang Luyan is not an eye nose is not a nose, and he has the heart to scold two sentences, but the home committee is also kind, and he heard that it is still free to send things to the door, and he has to cover his head and sleep ...... it.