Chapter 184 74: Life is like reincarnation
Although he had been mentally prepared for it, Carlin still felt dizzy after it was confirmed that the disease with an increasing number of infections during this period was Lassa fever.
“The resistance army and volunteers must be notified, quarantined, and rats culled. Our wards must also be upgraded to prevent infection from other patients.”
“Where are the supplies? Where do the supplies come from? Come? We don’t even have enough penicillin, and we have used up the ribavirin we brought back last time.”
“Can we deliver it? They will confiscate everything.”
Several doctors discussed anxiously, with nervous and fearful voices.
In fact, they are the ones with the highest risk.
Karin said nothing, only feeling that the sky outside the window seemed to be darker.
"There may be heavy rain later, Naimai, bring more basins to catch the water."
Shiraishi Hang's foothold.
Hasamu poked his head out of the window, looked at the sky outside, and shouted.
“I’m busy.” Naimai was learning cooking in the kitchen.
Hasamu had no choice but to find a basin by himself. The long-term water shortage made him develop the habit of cherishing water resources. He wished he could catch every drop of rain from the sky in a big bucket so that it could be used by those in need. Everyone can drink it.
"Are you going to see a doctor later?" Hasamu asked casually when he came back from putting down the basin. Nayimai also came out of the kitchen with a plate of grilled salmon.
“Go, I discussed it with Sister Sausage. She told me the improved techniques and experience in dealing with those viral diseases. After studying it for a night, I have an idea. It should at least help them reduce their pain. ." Hasamu nodded seriously, although he was not completely sure yet.
He has officially started his medical career. He is learning and treating at the same time. He uses the cheap tea leaves given to him by Shiraishi Hang to brew tea, which is known as a good medicine for all diseases, coupled with a magical spell.
According to ordinary doctors who dare to play like this, it will be a medical accident every minute, but he is different. No matter how bad his treatment methods are, they will not make people develop into worse aspects.
Just the biggest problem is trust.
No one wants to be treated by a guy who looks like he has just grown up, does not have a medical license, and does not have the guarantee of an experienced doctor.
Even if you don’t need a penny, just drink a bowl of water.
That is, those who are truly poor and have no other way out will place their weak hope on him.
No money needed anyway, just in case.
Bai Shihang silently paid attention to what he was doing, and exclaimed in his heart, "Am I going to raise a great virtuous teacher? The old immortal Nanhua is actually myself." At the same time, he found it interesting and bought a large amount of black tea. , you can use it as you like.
Naimai was just asking. She did not approve or object to Hasamu’s approach. Moreover, this was good, at least it would not be too dangerous and it would be much safer than the path she planned to take. .
"Teacher, lunch is ready."
Knocking lightly on the door, she felt a little uneasy, fearing that the food she cooked would not suit the teacher's taste.
Shiraishi Hang came out, but this time, he changed his appearance. It was not the vest that appeared before, but a new face, like a mixed race. This vest is only used to do good things as he pleases. If he was going to do something impolite, he would switch to a hypocrite.
Naimai was startled for a moment, then quickly came back to her senses.
After learning about Divine Grace, she guessed that the teacher’s appearance was fake, so she wasn’t too surprised. Maybe, this face is also fake.
Shiraishi Hang ate a piece of grilled fish, which can only be said to be delicious, but for him who has eaten almost half of the planet's delicacies, it was really average.
Nayimai's eyes were a little disappointed, and she was thinking about trying to work harder next time.
Hasamu didn't think too much. When he saw Bai Shihang moving, he immediately started eating like a storm.
“Ahem.” Naimai coughed twice to remind him to pay attention to basic etiquette.
"What's wrong? Are you infected by the virus I brought back? Do you want to be treated?" Hasamu said while chewing the cake.
Naimai gave up: "Brother, maybe in the future you can study whether there are any techniques that can make the brain clearer."
"That makes sense." Hasamu nodded and continued eating.
After lunch, he took a few large cakes, wrapped them in paper, said goodbye to the teacher, carried a big kettle on his back, and went out holding an umbrella.
"Uncle Feida, Uncle Feida?"
When we arrived at the place where he treated people yesterday, the middle-aged man in the tent had disappeared, replaced by a man wearing a mask man.
"Child, this area has been closed, don't come close." The man stopped Hasamu.
"Is it because of an infectious disease?"
"Yes, it's a very serious infectious disease. Here it is. Don't take off the mask outside. Someone will come to your door later to inform you of the precautions." The man said patiently After that, he handed Hasamu a mask.
Hasamu is not an idiot, but his brain circuits are a little different from others in some places. Facing this person who is suspected of being a resistance soldier, he did not say what diseases he could cure, but nodded and left obediently.
He knew that there were many people outside the hospital who were sick but had no medicine to treat them, and he planned to go and have a look.
Hospital.
At this time, it was already overcrowded and completely exceeded the designed load-bearing limit.
And even the medical staff are not fully equipped.
Some people can only find a place to lie down and wait for death to come, or go home and endure it in their own way.
Cries, vomiting, and prayers filled my ears.
Seeing such a scene, Hasamu couldn't help but feel his breathing stop and his heart ached.
That year, their family was dug out of the rubble.
There were too many injured people, causing the hospital to be in chaos.
Then, there was a boom.
Bombs fell from the sky.
The hospital was also in ruins. He and his sister survived by luck, but their parents and more people were completely integrated with the land that raised them and was full of disasters, and could never be dug out again.
"I'm here to save people, I'm here to save people"
Muttering some encouragement to himself, he looked around and first found the one with less air in and more air out. The old man took a few steps towards him and held his hand.
"Sir, how are you? Where is your family?"
The old man coughed a few times, opened his cloudy eyes, glanced at him, and stretched out a shaky stick. Point your finger at yourself.
"I, I may have a way to cure you, do you want to try it?" Hasamu asked eagerly.
The old man looked into Hasamu's eyes and gave a wizened smile. His voice was as hoarse as two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other: "Go ahead, try it, young man."
Ha Samu did not hesitate, took out a small cup, poured a cup of tea, helped the old man up, and fed him to drink slowly.
At the same time, he used the "Viral Disease Cure Technique" he learned from Miss Sausage, pretending to be chanting a spell, and pointed towards the old man's forehead.
It’s not that he wants to play tricks, it’s just that the tea itself has no effect at all. If it doesn’t work if someone takes it away, then he can explain it himself. The two must cooperate to be effective.
The people next to him looked at this scene strangely, thinking that the other party's family members were sick and confused.
But soon, they couldn't hold it any longer.
The old man's body suddenly tensed up, his eyes widened, a flush of redness rushed to his cheeks, and he couldn't help but cough violently.
"Spit it out, spit it out." Hasamu said on the side.
The old man finally spit out a ball of yellow-green viscous substance while coughing violently, then touched his chest and gasped violently.
"Hey, you - I seem to be better!"
The old man touched his forehead, and the high fever that had tortured him for two days actually subsided, and he was no longer dizzy.
He stood up incredulously and turned around cautiously. The lethargic feeling was swept away, replaced by strong hunger and desire to eat, as well as a radiant spirit.
"Miracle doctor! God has sent a miraculous doctor to the world!" The old man shouted excitedly.
The patients beside him who had witnessed everything with their own eyes also used up all their strength to lie on the ground with difficulty, grabbing the corners of Hasamu's clothes and pleading.
"Help me! Help me!"
"Please have mercy, Allah!"
Hasamu took a deep breath, did not refuse, and quickly began to treat the second person.
The second, the third.
The medical miracle happening here quickly attracted a large number of patients.
They all heard that a Mursail (saint) came to the world and could make mortals heal and avoid illness by sprinkling holy water and giving guidance.
The patients and their families who knew the news went crazy, and also led some people who were not sick to participate, and the crowd gathered more and more.
After treating more than a dozen people, Hasamu knew that this was almost his limit, and those who were successfully treated by him have now become his helpers, protecting him from going crazy. harmed by people.
"Everyone, come back tomorrow. Today's mana has been used up. You have to wait until tomorrow to continue casting spells." Hasamu shouted.
The words began to spread from the side. Slowly, the crowd gradually became less crazy. Everyone was talking about it and looking feverishly at Hasamu, who was standing on the chair in the middle.
"Save this child, please sir, save my child. He has had a high fever for three days and can't stand it any longer!"
A woman's sharp cry attracted everyone. People's attention was drawn to the crowd, where a pair of hands held up a skinny comatose child, no more than five or six years old, and tried to bring him closer to Hasamu. Perhaps in the eyes of his mother, getting closer to the saint would help him to be cured. effect.
The crowd's chatter gradually became quieter. In front of the woman, a pair of hands stretched out, took the child, and lifted him a little further forward.
A slightly sick person quickly took it and continued to pass it forward.
Life is like a boat flowing towards hope in the sea of people. Hand after hand, the child is delivered to Hasamu.
This scene made memories of the past flash through Hasamu's mind.
"Kid, hold on, I'll save you!"
"Mom, dad, sister, they are still inside."
"Don't worry, I saw it, I We will bring them out, Ihasan, there are people below, catch this child first."
"Okay! I'll catch you, hold me! Come on, there are survivors!" br>
"Here you go, hand it to me!"
In the ruins, after several rounds of relays, pairs of dusty hands embraced Hasamu and let him see the light of day again.
Life is a cycle, and now, it is Hasamu's turn to extend his hand.
"Child, I'm here to save you."
Pouring the tea carefully, he touched the child's forehead with his finger.
At this moment, it seemed as if all sounds were silenced.
A pair of eyes were fixed on the child who was lifted up.
Soon, the child's eyelashes flickered and slowly opened, but the strangers around him frightened the young child, and he subconsciously cried.
“Mom, where is mom?”
“I’m here! Zamal, my child, woohoo!”
"Mom!"
The child finally returned to his mother's arms, and people seemed to have been waiting for a long-awaited miracle.
(End of this chapter)