Plague Doctor

"When will the operation be performed...when will the doctor come to see..."

In a large tent with many people at the centralized treatment center on the outskirts of Dahua City, Zhang Xiaojun murmured feebly. The body lying on the hospital bed became increasingly unbearable with a weird and inexplicable feeling. It was neither pain nor itching, but it was not neither. By.

Two days after he moved in, a doctor came to see him, but apart from some intravenous drips, there was no other treatment.

The surgery was his own idea. The doctor didn't say that. He just said to observe the condition first and then...

The medical staff who came to check the ward were all in a hurry. No one asked about the condition in detail. It should be because there were too many patients. As soon as someone around was transferred to a single ward because his condition worsened, there would be new patients coming in. There is really an endless supply of beds on top.

After they were sent to the treatment center, their mobile phones and other items were taken away, and they were isolated from communication with the outside world. They did not know what the outside world was like now.

It's not even clear what the treatment area is outside this large multi-person camp.

That kind of eerie whistling sound happened from time to time, and each time it made him feel more restless, like ten million ants crawling around in his body.

"It's useless, stop yelling..." the guy next to him who claimed to be a medical student, named He Mingbiao, said slowly, his face became even worse, and his eyes seemed to protrude, "I don't think we can do it." It can be cured. The Secret Bureau has no solution for the time being. They just put us in centralized isolation..."

"What are you talking about? It only releases negative energy..." Zhang Xiaojun argued again after hearing this, but each argument was weaker than the previous one. The trust in the Tianji personnel in his heart was shaky: that guy is right. , this is just centralized control and management, there is no treatment at all, otherwise it would not be like this.

He was confused and couldn't help but ask: "Then what will happen to us according to what you said? What's going on with that weird noise?"

"I don't know either..." He Mingbiao's voice was even weaker than his, "But I feel like I am becoming something else..."

Zhang Xiaojun was silent, feeling the same, especially every time he listened to that kind of howling, the muscles in his body were beating non-stop, and the ten million ants in his body seemed to be about to burst out of their pupae, but the real thing that came out was Is it just ants... Is this disease really just abnormal cranial nerve disorder syndrome...

Could it be that He Mingbiao really guessed it right? Has the Secret Bureau been lying to people? In fact, it's a completely different matter. Are all of them deceived? Is there actually no cure? Just keep them under control? Why? What to do? Let them wait here to die? Is the howling the sound of death? Then what? To be cremated?

More and more distracting thoughts flooded his mind, which made his heart almost tear apart. Regardless of whether it was an illness or not, he felt like he was going crazy, really going crazy.

At this time, Zhang Xiaojun saw a group of white coats wearing protective clothing walking down the aisle over there. Was it for a ward round? But there were more medical teams than the last time. Was it a big round for the ward... He suddenly couldn't help but Unable to bear it anymore, I lost control of my emotions for a moment. While struggling to get up, I begged loudly with all my strength: "Doctor, doctor! Help, help me, I'm dying, help..."

The noise he made caused the people in white coats over there to stop and look, as did the patients around him. The patrols in the camp quickly came over and told him to calm down, and the doctor would come over slowly to take a look.

"Don't stop me, you want me to die!" Zhang Xiaojun was furious. He got off the hospital bed and pushed the patrol officers. Regardless of the reactions of the people around him, he struggled to rush towards the group of white coats and shouted uncontrollably: "Doctor,... Tell me the truth, can you cure me...Will I die? I have the right to know the truth..."

His words resonated with some of the confused and anxious patients around him, and the chaotic words suddenly rang out:

"Yes, my condition is still getting worse. It's still getting worse."

"Why don't you let me call? I want to contact my family. Give me my phone back..."

"Can this disease be cured? How to cure it..."

Zhang Xiaojun rushed out for a few steps, but in the end he almost fell to the ground because of his physical weakness. He was supported by two patrol officers. He choked and almost cried out. Why is this happening? He just opened a message sent by others casually. The website that came over...

Now that the distance was closer, he could see more clearly. Through the masks of those protective suits, he saw a young woman among the group of people. He recognized it and couldn't help shouting: "I recognize you, you are Captain Gu's." That college classmate! Doctor Wang, Doctor Wang!"

"Yes..." The woman responded and said to him and everyone around her, "I am Wang Ruoxiang."

"Help, Doctor Wang." Zhang Xiaojun immediately begged again. She was Captain Gu's college classmate. She was just as good. If others couldn't cure it, she might not be able to cure it. He just watched the news video and believed Doctor Wang's words, and that's why he got here. Come on... But now, Dr. Wang responded with silence, as if he hadn't heard anything.

There is no need for Zhang Xiaojun to ask. Many patients are also agitated. Why are they silent? How long can they survive?

They all trusted her and relied on her before...could it be a scam?

"Actually, it's not abnormal brain disorder syndrome at all, is it..."

He Mingbiao, who was also looking at those white coats, asked feebly, "Not only the brain nerves, but also the organs and tissues throughout the body are undergoing disease..."

On the other side, Wang Ruoxiang, who was looked at by pairs of weak eyes around her, still didn't say anything, and the other people in white coats were also silent.

"The cause of your disease is very complicated..." Finally, an older Bai Da

Gu responded, "We don't fully understand its etiology and pathological mechanism. To attribute it to a neurological disease is that it is probably due to a disorder of the brain nerves, which leads to other diseases..."

"Ah!" Zhang Xiaojun screamed, and he had already heard it, "Is it true that there is no cure? There is no cure?" His face suddenly turned red, "You are lying to us, you, especially you, Dr. Wang, you It can’t be cured at all, you are lying!”

He was caught by two patrolmen, but the angry shouts rang out in every corner of the camp. All the patients looked over, their faces turned red. Many people struggled to get up. There was something that was supporting them to endure the pain. Things were shattered, and the chaos and restlessness in my heart surged like a dike.

Several old seal stones placed next to the camp lit up with red light. The patrol team hurriedly set up their positions and called for support. The patients in this camp may have group mutations... Those in white coats also became alert, and Wang Ruoxiang Still standing there in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.

"You have no ability to cure this disease. You want us to die..." Zhang Xiaojun murmured, his face changing strangely, the muscles all over his body were bulging, every nerve was pulling, and his heart seemed to be splitting and closing again. "Speak, speak...why don't you dare to admit it..."

Suddenly, Wang Ruoxiang said loudly "Yes!"

She looked around, and although her voice was slightly choked, she still had a perseverance: "Yes... we don't have the ability to cure you directly, not yet. But we just want you to survive, we have been doing our best, we We will find a way, we will... We will never give up until we die."

Love the Plague Doctor.