Chapter 242 Cholera? It’s Actually Not Particularly Difficult to Wait! (Night Dream Bing Ten Thousand Rewards Plus Update 3)

Chapter 242 Cholera? It’s not particularly difficult actually… Wait! (Night Dream Bing Ten Thousand Rewards plus update 3)

It's cholera - or in other words, the epidemic that broke out in this small village is most likely cholera. Although he hasn't done a bacterial microscopy yet, the rice swill-like feces on the ground has given him enough information: there is a high probability, more than 90%, that it is cholera!

Grete was nervous and at the same time inexplicably relieved. Naturally, people are nervous. The famous Class A infectious disease, besides plague, is cholera. He has not yet isolated and purified Yersinia pestis, and the most terrifying infectious disease outbreak he may face now is cholera.

Yet the relief is genuine. If the outbreak was anthrax, he would not only return to the laboratory immediately and gamble that penicillin could be produced from the liver as soon as possible, but the only other option would be to summon the priest;

If it's tetanus... Tetanus is not transmitted from person to person, but it's harder to get a tetanus vaccine within a few days than it is to gamble on penicillin;

If it's botulism, that...

Victory or defeat is a common thing in military affairs. Young hero, please try again...

Fortunately it was cholera.

Cholera is a disease that has an acute onset, severe symptoms, and spreads quickly. From every aspect, it is worthy of the title of Category A. However, as long as it is blocked at the source——

Gretel looked around and ran towards the tallest and largest farmhouse. From the outer walls to the roof to the floor, this farmhouse is all made of logs. The bark on the outer walls has not been peeled off. It can be said to be extremely rough. One can imagine the muscles of a person who can build such a house.

After Gretel pushed the door open, he bumped into a giant man and almost flew out...

"Ayo!"

"who?"

Gretel's back hit the door frame and he groaned, the pain was so painful that he could hardly speak. Wow, he shouldn't not take Bernard with him. He must find a way to take the barbarian with him in the future...

The giant man didn't even sway. Big palm-like hands lifted his shoulders, turned him to the side, carried him to the door, and looked at him under the light:

"Little mage? What are you doing here?"

Gretel bared his teeth and rubbed his back with his backhand. After rubbing it twice, I finally breathed:

"Where is the chief of your village? There is a plague in the village! Many people are sick! I am a healer and I am here to help you!"

"Patient?"

The giant man was doubtful. He took two steps forward and bent down to look. Gretel felt his eyes darken, and a large shadow fell over his head, covering him from head to toe. He instinctively leaned up and took a step back. The giant man seemed to notice something, stood up straight, and squatted down:

"Little mage?"

Gretel: "..."

Oops, I didn’t bring the oak staff...

But what I need now is the identity of a priest!

He looked left and right, trying to find a witness to prove for himself, and suddenly took two steps sideways. He stretched out his right hand and pressed it on a cluster of moss outside the wooden house, praying silently in his heart...

"Grow it out! Grow it out! Grow it out quickly!"

He has never succeeded before... His birth-inducing magic, apart from holding seeds to induce the growth of tubes, is also useful against bacteria. But this time, please succeed! Whether it's moss, fungus, or grass seeds that happen to blow onto the wall, please give me some respect!

One second, two seconds, three seconds. There was something soft and fuzzy under the palm of his hand. Grete let go of his hand, and a bright yellow mushroom appeared out of nowhere, appearing on the rough bark of the log.

The giant man was moved. He took another step back, and in a much more respectful manner than before, he stroked his chest and saluted Gretel:

"Master Priest!"

"Stop saluting! Call someone to help!" Gretel stamped his feet. The giant man stood up straight, turned around and shouted:

"Burton! Og! Come out quickly! The priest is looking for you!"

Two more men came out of the wooden house. The same tall figure, the same messy brown hair, the same beard. The three of them stood side by side. Gretel thought he had stabbed a bear in the den, and couldn't help but take another step back. The giant man who came out first squatted down and spoke as softly as possible:

"Master Priest, what do you want us to do?"

"Please call everyone over. A plague has broken out in your village. I - and the three mages - are here to help you. Let me take a look at your situation and then treat you."

The three giant men began to run separately, roaring. The roar shook the village, and soon everyone who was still in the village was dragged over. Most of them walked here by themselves, and a small half were supported by others, or simply carried:

"What's going on? I just chopped half of the wood..."

"I'm making a chicken coop!"

"I'm still mending clothes..."

"I'm fine, isn't it just diarrhea?"

"Ouch... I have a stomachache... Can you let me finish my bowel movements first and then come again..."

There were a lot of complaints in the village. However, when the third, fifth, or tenth person with diarrhea appeared, the sound quickly became smaller and smaller. Finally, the giant man stood at the door with a straight face:

"Shut up! The Reverend is here to help us! - Reverend, please speak!"

Gretel emerged from behind him. After just one glance, I felt a lot more relaxed:

There was no such thing as vomiting and diarrhea on the spot, unable to walk even after diarrhea, wrinkled skin and sunken eye sockets, showing obvious signs of dehydration. When he was seriously dehydrated, he could either resign himself to his fate, or he could only take a gamble with his healing skills...

Feeling relieved, Grete immediately showed a gentle smile. Stretch out your arms and spread them to both sides:

"Hello everyone, I am a servant of the God of Nature, and I am here to help you. - Until now, if you have diarrhea, vomiting, or other discomforts, please come to my left. If you are not feeling well, please come to my left. right hand side."

Dozens of farmers and village women looked at each other, then slowly began to move. After being roared by the giant man several times, his movements finally became a little faster, from the speed of a snail to the speed of a turtle. Gretel didn't rush him. After waiting patiently for a minute or two, fifteen or six people were already standing on the left side.

More men than women, more adults than children. Gretel silently counted the number of people and compared it with the textbook in his memory, and he became more confident:

"In one village, one-third of the population fell ill. There is no doubt that this is a plague!"

A series of exclamations sounded. In the queue of patients, an old woman with a sallow complexion staggered and fell down.

More voices screamed. To the right of the old woman, a young woman with a haggard face struggled to raise her arms to support the old woman's body, but suddenly her face turned pale and she squatted down holding her belly.

Gretel immediately walked towards them. As he walked, he raised his voice:

"Don't worry, I'm here!

But I can’t handle it all by myself, and one person’s healing skills can’t cure so many people, so please everyone listen to my guidance!

As long as everyone follows the arrangements, everyone will be fine, and everything will be fine! "

He directed the patients to gather into the room. I stood at the door and looked at each one. I visually checked that there were no critically ill patients, so I turned around and grabbed the strong man at the beginning:

"Listen! This plague is caused by eating or drinking unclean things!

I don’t know where it is unclean now, and I don’t have time to find it. You tell them all not to drink raw water!

Everything you eat and drink must be cooked before entering your mouth. Wash your hands before eating or after going to the toilet! Wash your hands with soap! "

Two large chunks of soap crashed over. It's very hard and rough. Grete made it himself in the laboratory when he had nothing to do. His craftsmanship was mediocre, and his appearance was hard to describe. However, the strong man felt like he had found a treasure. He held it in both hands and bent down to take it respectfully.

"By the way, is there anyone who hasn't come back yet?"

"Also! Old Barry, Fitch, little Flora——"

"Go find them! Send the healthy ones to go find them! I want to see everyone here before I'm done!"

Gretel turned around and entered the house. Listening to the strong man's roar outside, Gretel took out a pen and paper and smiled as friendly as possible. He walked along the row of floors in the house, asking and diagnosing one by one:

"Grandma, how old are you? How many times have you had diarrhea since yesterday? When was the first time? Have you ever vomited? Does your stomach hurt now? Stretch out your hand... I'll take a look at your fingers... Have you ever urinated... …”

Without asking a word, the old woman bent over and started vomiting. Grete hurriedly helped her, paying attention to the color and shape of the vomit while helping her. He was too busy to pay attention to the dirt on her body.

After struggling for a while, the vomiting finally subsided temporarily. The old lady was exhausted and collapsed on the floor. The young woman knelt beside her and wiped the floor with a rag. After wiping it a few times, his face turned pale, he turned around and ran out.

Gretel couldn't care less about her. While inquiring and inspecting, he kept recording:

Elderly female patient, 55 years old...forget it, she is considered old in this world.

I had diarrhea 5 times from early this morning to now. First, I passed yellowish brown loose stools, and then I passed rice watery stools... I had projectile vomiting after the last two times of diarrhea...

The skin and mucous membranes are dry, and there are no sunken eye sockets (?) He is still not sure about the eye sockets of Wai Guo Ren... his voice is slightly hoarse... his urine output is normal... his pulse is normal...

This is basically considered mild dehydration, moderate at most. Grete quickly made a diagnosis and comforted softly:

"Grandma, you are not seriously ill now. Just have a good rest and drink more water. - Oro! Come and watch them boil water!"

Aurora, All-purpose Tool Man, Disinfectant Sprinkler, and Master Wharton rushed over. Gretel issued a series of instructions:

"Ask someone to boil water! Boil water! It must be boiled! After boiling, immediately cool it down enough to drink, then add sugar and salt -"

A bag of white sugar, a bag of refined table salt, and a bag of baking soda were thrown at Aurora's feet with a few bangs. Grete tore off a page of paper, recorded it while doing mental calculations, made a few strokes, and after writing the configuration ratio, handed it to him:

"After finishing the preparation, pour water for each patient, put it in a bowl or cup and put it next to them. Each person has 750 ml! You have to drink one round every hour! Quick, go to the fever immediately. When I finish diagnosing the last patient , to see the first patient drink water!"

Yes, although cholera is a serious disease, when you are mildly dehydrated or even moderately dehydrated, the only way to treat it is to rehydrate. If you can take oral rehydration, take it. If you can't take it, give it intravenously. Replenish fluids, replenish ions, replenish energy, and help the patient push through!

With early detection, early intervention, and timely rehydration, the vast majority of patients can survive!

Add salt to the distilled water, add glucose (if there is no glucose, use white sugar to top it), add sodium bicarbonate, add potassium chloride - the last one is not Grete, I can only hope that there will be some impurities in the salt... Remember to make chlorine later. Potash! Be sure to remember!

"no problem!"

Aurora turned around and ran away. Grete turned around. The old woman was dying, and she struggled to pull his sleeves:

"Master Priest, I'm sorry for staining your robe... Let Flora wash it for you later. Although this child is small, his hands and feet are very diligent... Flora! Flora!"

"Grandma, Flora went to herd the sheep..." the young woman whispered. She didn't mind the dirt on the old man's body either. With tears in her eyes, she held the old man's sleeve with one hand and pulled Grete with the other:

"Master Pastor, will grandma die?"

"The God of Nature will bless her." Gretel tried to comfort her. Do not touch me! leave me alone! I brought this piece of clothing. It would be better to reduce cross-infection!

Yet he still has to keep smiling:

"Ma'am, are you feeling uncomfortable too? Let me show you..."

Gretel's consultation was very fast. It takes less than three minutes to consult, bring medical records, and see a patient. After a round of inspection, five or six more patients were admitted to the big wooden house, and the first old woman had already picked up the earthenware bowl and began to drink the sugar salt water that Aurora poured for her.

"Boss! I'm done! What else is there to do?"

"...You go find a big wooden barrel..." Grete calculated in his mind and realized that he still had to intervene in matters such as washing hands, and could not let the villagers do what they wanted. Whether you use a water tank or a water ladle, cross-infection can occur every minute.

On one side, he worked hard to see the doctor, and on the other side, a large bucket of water was quickly delivered. Grete directed people to deliver the bucket to the toilet door, took out the bell, and recited in a low voice:

“Time is money my friend!”

The gremlin responded. Gretel gave him a gold coin and, racing against time, began to issue orders:

"Gold coins, you drill a hole in the wall of the barrel near the bottom, and then connect the faucet... The valve that opens the faucet should be like this..."

In a few words and together with drawings, he sketched out what he wanted. A spare piece of iron was thrown out, and the little monster stretched his hands forward. The iron piece melted, deformed, and solidified silently in the light. When the light disappeared, the foot-operated faucet that Gretel wanted was already firmly attached to the wall of the barrel.

It should be fine...have people fill it with water, throw in bleaching powder, disinfect it and then use it to wash hands. We'll go see the patients later, disinfect them, etc., and let Aurora go...

Gretel thought to himself. Before I could finish my breath, there was sudden chaos in the wooden house, with more than a dozen voices shouting at the same time:

"Master Priest! Master Priest!"

"I am coming!"

Gretel flew away.

In the center of the wooden house, a huge man was sitting on his knees - I don't know whether he was called Burton or Ogg - with his arms stretched out, holding a limp little girl. The girl's bright red hair hangs down as if withered, her lips are dry, her eyes are sunken, and her plump cheeks are already somewhat shriveled. When I lifted my palm, I saw that the fingerprints were obviously wrinkled.

MD!

It was at least moderately dehydrated, and it had even begun to develop into severe dehydration! When it has developed to this extent, just replenishing fluids is no longer enough. There are a lot of dangers!

The old woman who was the first to be treated by Gretel, and the young woman next to her, were anxiously beside the little girl. Seeing Gretel come in, the two of them raised their heads together and almost rushed over to hug his thigh:

"Master Priest! Save little Flora! Save her! Stannie died in the war last year. She is the only child left in our family!"

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