Chapter 315 What Kind of Disease Is This? !

Gretel subconsciously took a step back.

It’s not that I dislike it, but I want to stay away from the source of infectious diseases as much as possible to avoid getting pathogens on the patient—or the patient’s family members. After all, he doesn't have disposable sterilizing gel now, so he can rub it wherever he goes.

Mrs. Belland was immediately lifted up and taken to the ward. Gretel watched her go away, and then looked at the hospital entrance. The patients were being brought in in a steady stream, and he felt the pressure on his shoulders was like a mountain.

He's never had this kind of pressure.

In his previous life, he was just the deputy chief physician of the emergency department. When he discovered a suspected severe infectious disease, he reported it to the director, dean, and CDC according to regulations, and the appropriate people would naturally deal with it.

Besides, he is an emergency surgeon, surgery! The first group of colleagues who deal with infectious diseases are basically internal medicine... Even when he needs to go into battle, there are doctors from the internal medicine department by his side to provide consultations, and doctors from the laboratory department, ultrasound department, and imaging department to give reports. There are anesthesiologists who monitor patients’ vital signs…

If the power is not enough, there are other hospitals in the city. In case of a major disaster, there are also medical staff from the province and the country. If one side is in trouble, support from all sides will be provided!

Even in Heartland City, he had teachers, a bald bishop, and many teachers and friends he could rely on. And now, he is standing at the forefront facing this plague, facing countless diseases, pain and death!

He was head of the Department of Public Health and the first director of the Hospital for Infectious Diseases. What everyone is looking at, what everyone is waiting for, is him.

Grete now felt as if he were standing alone in the middle of the Qiantang River, facing the surging tide. The tide was turbulent and turbulent. At first it was just a thin line, and gradually it converged inward along the mouth of the trumpet. The waves became higher and higher, like galloping horses or giant elephants. When they came to him, they were roaring and rolled down on his head, almost drowning him. MadeIn:

"Patient No. 43 on the first floor has severe abdominal pain and is about to faint!"

"Patient No. 57 on the first floor has abdominal pain, bloating, and a bulging belly. He has rolled out of bed three times!"

"Patient No. 17 on the second floor vomited blood!"

"Three more patients have fainted! The treatment power is not enough!"

"Sir, do you want to go to the medical branch to ask for help?"

"gentlemen……"

"gentlemen……"

I have to hold on, I can't panic... Gretel silently encouraged himself. Calm down, calm down, the core of the question now is, what kind of disease is this?

Abdominal pain and diarrhea are most likely intestinal infectious diseases. However, combined with abdominal distension and constipation...typhoid or paratyphoid? Bacillary dysentery? Bacterial food poisoning? cholera? Paracholera? Bacterial diarrhea? Viral enteritis?

Grete filtered them one by one in her heart. He no longer looked at the endless stream of patients at the entrance of the hall, turned around and ran to the ward. While walking quickly, I asked:

"Are there any results from the sampling test? Have the patient's stool microscopy results come out? Where are the bacterial culture results? - Let them hurry up! Speed ​​up!"

After saying that, he ran into the first ward. Previously, he had been in the map room, or it could be regarded as the command center of the infectious disease hospital, checking the sources of all cases: most of them were in the 12 buildings of the noble house, and a small number of those who fell ill outside were also residents of the building. Are there any new patients around the patients who are sick outside? Should we block and quarantine along the path of the patient?

Gretel doesn't know this yet. All he could do for the time being was to ask the Mage Tower to speed up the production of disinfectant and speed up the disinfecting. At the same time, he placed an urgent order with the Thunder Tower. As for determining what kind of disease it is, the test results can only provide a partial reference. After all, their culture microscopy method is very crude and many reagents are not available.

Another part of the key information comes from examination of the patient.

He came to check it out himself! These students are not professional medical students. He personally examines the body and can see more than the students!

Grete walked into the ward quickly. The first few rooms on the first floor are filled with patients who have been treated by various temples. They have now recovered or are in some relief and are lying on the bed to rest. Gretel skipped these rooms and walked to Ward 4 in one breath.

The ward was in chaos. The hospital is short of manpower and cannot help every patient go to the toilet, so they have to put a wooden basin or bucket beside each person's bed and let them pull up the curtain to relieve themselves. Grete looked at the beds one by one:

Watery stool, watery stool, black stool, blood in the stool...this is nothing, constipation, bloating, this is also bloating, this is bloating, abdominal pain...

"How do you feel? Stomach pain? Where does it hurt? Lie down and let me check for you..."

The middle-aged woman curled up on the bed was already a little dying. Gretel put his hand on it, and she just hummed weakly. Grete pressed hard with his palm, continued to press down, and then quickly released it. The middle-aged woman struggled with pain - tenderness and rebound pain. Fortunately, it was not a slab-shaped abdomen and there were no obvious signs of peritonitis.

Grete comforted her and moved on to the next one. But this one had abdominal pain, bloating, and moderate fever. Gretel asked about it. Not only was he constipated, but he didn't even fart...

Stop venting? Grete took out the [Endless Ink Pen] and quickly made a magic X-ray for the patient. In a meditation environment, the fluid level can be seen, the abdominal fat line is blurred, the ascending colon is inflated and expanded, and there is free air under the diaphragm. There are signs of peritonitis, but not serious. It looks like acute intestinal obstruction, but something feels wrong...

"Grete, what's going on now?" Pastor Matthew hurried over. After the patients were brought in, he kept busy in the ward, treating one after another, and did not stop until the last two treatments were left. He is older than Grete and has more experience. He has been thinking about it on the way to send the patient here. When he saw Gretel, he asked casually:

"What kind of sickness is this?"

"Yeah, what kind of disease is it?" A bishop from the God of War Temple also asked. Gretel couldn't help but laugh when he raised his head. The person who came here was the one who watched him write the medical records that night and made him talk about the medical records. He nodded and said hello:

"Bishop Sullivan!"

"Yeah, yeah." Bishop Sullivan nodded casually: "What disease do you think this is? Cholera?"

"It's not cholera." Grete replied quickly: "There is constipation, abdominal distension, black stool, and no rice-like stool. Cholera should be ruled out... Let me think about it..."

"What about typhoid fever?" Another priest from the Spring Temple also spoke up. Grete continued to shake his head:

"Unlike...the incubation period of typhoid fever, oh, it is the period of time before a person becomes sick after being infected. It will be relatively long. Patients are usually brought in one after another, some are mild and some are severe. Like now, starting from The disease was very urgent, and a large number of patients were sent in within a few hours. Typhoid fever cannot do this..."

"Is that food poisoning?" Another loud voice interrupted. Gretel raised his head and quickly saluted:

"Archmage Tolga!"

"Don't waste time!" Archmage Tolga waved his hand. He immediately turned to the ward and quickly cast two spells. The white light shone around, and the patient's pain on the bed was immediately relieved, and he could already sit up half-way. Master Tolga asked seriously:

"Do you have enough manpower now? Do you want me to call more people? - By the way, what's going on with these people? Are they all hungry? Is the water source polluted?"

"We are also considering that the water source is contaminated." Grete replied respectfully: "But the main characteristics of gastrointestinal food poisoning are nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, and diarrhea, excluding constipation and bloating. At the same time, constipation and bloating will occur. What kind of food poisoning is it? I'm still checking for the disease."

"Then is the water source contaminated?"

"The water supply is also being tested. But master, the pollution of the water source is just a symptom. What kind of thing has polluted the water source and how to treat it in a targeted manner. We are still looking for the cause. Call more people - of course it is good, but, no To find out the reason, just calling people may not be enough!”

"Not enough?" Archmage Tolga raised his eyebrows. "Do you know how many people are here in the medical branch?"

"I……"

All I know is that in the worst case scenario, half of the 500,000 people in Nevis could be infected!

Gretel lowered his head and did not reply. And in the corridor, a series of footsteps were approaching in a hurry:

"Sir, the number of patients now exceeds 200!"

"People in the quarantine area are getting sick one after another!"

"Another 15 patients are in critical condition! Urgent treatment is needed!"

"There are still patients coming in all the time..."

"Abnormal bacteria were detected in the tap water of 10 patients' homes! Bacterial culture and experiments are being done!"

"Sir, do you want to test the pipes in the entire building?"

Grete lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then slowly raised his head. "Those 12 buildings - how many households are there in those 12 buildings? How many people live there?"

Archmage Tolga also followed his gaze. In front of Grete, the young man ran over holding a notebook, panting and sweating profusely. He lowered his head and flipped through two pages of the book, moved his lips slightly, and quickly gave the answer:

"There are about 900 to 1,200 households, and the total number of residents is 3,600 to 6,000."

As few as three thousand six hundred, as many as six thousand people. Gretel turned to Archmage Tolga:

"Even if we don't count the spread of the plague, we still have to be prepared for 1,000 to 3,000 people to get sick within a day or two. Will the three religious groups, plus the medical branch, have enough treatment power?"

Archmage Tolga immediately became silent. When he walked in just now, he took a quick look, and everything he saw was serious. The Magic Council once estimated that for plagues like the Black Death, the Magic Council could treat up to 500 people a day. And there are 500, 2,500 left, and there will be more patients after the plague spreads...

"Then what are you going to do? Can your infectious disease hospital handle it?"

he asked with concern. Gretel bowed deeply:

"Your Majesty the Archmage, please invite as many colleagues from the medical branch as possible. As for the others - please give me some time. I will go to the laboratory to see if I can find out the culprit of this plague!"

Gretel turned away and hurried to the examination room. After putting on protective clothing, passing through the airlock, and entering the red zone, as soon as I stepped into the room, I heard several students wearing heavy epidemic medical uniforms and still thinking about arguing:

"What you did was wrong!"

"What you did is wrong! Why did it change after training!"

"Your hand must have slipped!"

Gretel: "...What's going on?"

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