"Comrade Su Mian, please tell me, we will do it." If Wu Feng was still doubting Su Mian's ability a few hours ago, now he chose to believe her, thinking that he saw a kind of military talent in Su Mian's eyes. Some perseverance.
"First, isolate all patients. Second, bury all the patients' vomit and urine deeply. Third, from now on, do not eat raw or cold food, do not drink raw water, and all food must be heated. Chapter Fourth, pay attention to personal hygiene and wash hands frequently."
Wu Feng wrote them down one by one.
"Instructor, you are finally back. Xiao Zhang's condition has worsened. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on anymore." A little soldier weakly ran to Wu Feng, holding his stomach while running.
"Where are you? Take me there." After saying this, Su Mian followed the little warrior into the tent.
Xiao Zhang was one of the first three people to get sick. When Su Mian walked in, Xiao Zhang was already unconscious, his arms were in front of his eyes, he was extremely photophobic, and his neck was straight, which is called ankylosing syndrome in medical terms.
Norovirus is generally not fatal, but there are special cases.
Su Mian immediately checked Xiao Zhang. His condition was indeed serious. Su Mian gave him an infusion first to prevent him from further dehydration.
Su Mian checked on several other young soldiers who were in serious condition. Their conditions were basically the same, with vomiting and diarrhea, accompanied by fever and headache.
After understanding the situation, Su Mian extracted the serum of the injured, and she wanted to conduct further analysis on their pathology.
After working hard all night, it was already after six o'clock in the morning after all the patients had been treated. Su Mian walked out of the tent, and Su Jinlong followed suit with the medicine box on his back.
"One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four." The loud shout echoed throughout the station.
"What a show!" Su Jinlong's eyes widened immediately as he saw a group of People's Liberation Army troops running in with neat steps from outside the station.
Wei Zhenhui strode to Wu Feng and the platoon leader, "How is it? Have you invited the miracle doctor?"
Thinking of Su Mian, the platoon leader is still blushing and ashamed, "Company commander, are all the girls in your hometown so charming?"
Wei Zhenhui was stunned, obviously not understanding what he meant.
Wu Feng knew the little thoughts of the platoon leader. This boy was 22 years old and wanted to get a wife. He kicked him hard on the butt and said, "You brat, your answer is not what you asked. You are crazy about your wife!"
Several platoon leaders nearby also started to make noises. They had long heard that the miracle doctor and the company commander were from the same village. They were beautiful. The little soldiers who had been sick by her were mostly cured by seeing the beautiful miracle doctor.
Wu Feng turned around and saw Su Mian coming out of the tent. This girl had been busy since last night and had not even bothered to eat a bite of food. She was not tired at all. Her perseverance was no worse than that of their soldiers.
He pointed with his hand and said, "That girl is Su Mian, the great doctor Su."
Wei Zhenhui followed the direction of his finger and saw Su Mian wearing a white coat.
Perhaps it was because he was wearing cotton clothes and trousers, and the white coat was stretched tightly outside, making him look a bit bloated, but the person inside the white coat was rare and beautiful.
With an oval face and clear and bright round eyes, 18-year-old Su Mian is like a peony in bud, as beautiful as a blazing flame and as beautiful as a heart-stopping one.
Wei Zhenhui took a breath and felt that the person in front of him was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
At this time, Su Mian also saw Wei Zhenhui, who was more than ten meters away from her. The man was tall and straight, with resolute eyes, as cold and sharp as when he first met him.
Tears welled up uncontrollably, and waves of heart-wrenching pain came from her heart. Through the mist, Su Mian could see clearly that the man in front of her was really Wei Zhenhui.
Wei Zhenhui, what she saw at this time was the living Wei Zhenhui, the Wei Zhenhui who was within reach, the Wei Zhenhui she had complained about for 30 years, hated for 30 years, and loved for 30 years.