Chapter 329 Mortality and Reinforcements
The night is already dark.
The last surgery is over.
The casters retreated one after another. Go back to the mage tower when you should go back to the mage tower, and go back to the temple when you should go back to the temple. Meditate, sleep, and wait for the recovery of mental power and spells the next day. A legal profession is useless without magic...
Only the miserable Grete can't rest yet. In the middle of the night, a group of apprentices lined up in front of him, reporting their numbers one by one:
"There are a total of 88 people in Wards 1-4 on the first floor. 40 people have been treated with magic, 28 have recovered, and 12 are still under observation. 48 people have been treated with non-magic, 6 have died, and the remaining 40 are under observation."
"There are a total of 92 people in Wards 5-8 on the first floor. 30 people have been treated with magic, 22 have recovered, and 8 are under observation. 62 people have been treated with non-magic, 11 have died, and the remaining 51 people are under observation..."
"Wards 9-10 on the first floor, wards 9-10 on the second floor..."
"Wards 1-4 on the second floor..."
Gretel kept recording data on the form. The further back you go, the fewer people receive magical treatment and the higher the mortality rate. In just one day, the number of patients who poured into the hospital and those who were in close contact with the disease has reached 1,247, and among them, the number of deaths...
51 people.
Grete knows that this number will continue to increase in the next few days. If patients with intestinal anthrax cannot receive timely and effective treatment, a large number of patients will develop sepsis and then die on the second or third day. Although high-dose penicillin has been injected, how many can be saved?
Grete himself was not sure how effective it would be to use intramuscular injection instead of intravenous drip.
"Have the time and dosage of penicillin injection been recorded?"
he asked, flipping through the record book. There was a sparse response in front of him:
"recorded……"
"What is the patient's temperature change?"
"recorded……"
The answers this time were even rarer. Gretel was helpless:
There are a total of 23 students, excluding those in the examination room, those doing penicillin in the mage tower, and those who coordinate and schedule. Each apprentice has to manage an average of 4 wards and nearly 100 patients. I am already too busy just injecting penicillin, but I also need to record body temperature?
No matter how serious they are and how hard they work, it is absolutely impossible to record every patient's temperature on time.
In the previous life of a top tertiary hospital, a resident physician usually took care of about 10 patients. That's it, not counting the attending physician, deputy chief physician, chief physician, nurses, head nurse...
Even though the city hall later supported a group of manpower, and the medical branch also sent a group of apprentices to help, the work intensity of these students was not much lower.
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone." Grete glanced at each apprentice from left to right, and then from right to left. After a whole day of high-intensity work, every student has a sallow complexion and chapped lips. Standing there swaying and feeling weak, I felt like I would fall to the ground in the next moment.
"Thank you all for your work today. We admitted 1,247 patients today, more than half of whom failed to receive timely magical treatment. Thanks to everyone's efforts, we only had 51 patients die today, including those who received magical treatment The overall mortality rate of patients is less than 5%.
What we are facing is an extremely dangerous disease. The onset is acute, the course is rapid, and the mortality rate is high. If not treated promptly, the patient mortality rate can be as high as over 70%. Today's achievements are inseparable from everyone's hard work.
thank you all! "
He bowed deeply. In front of me, a group of students were in a hurry, returning the favor in a panic.
Gretel straightened up. He exhaled heavily:
"Everyone can go back and rest. Go through the evacuation passage, disinfect, bathe, and clean yourself thoroughly. Then, return to the Mage Tower and have a good sleep. We will have more helpers tomorrow, and I promise that we will not make everyone work so hard... …”
The students let out small, feeble cheers and filed toward the evacuation tunnel. Grete left with them. After the disinfecting, he habitually wanted to summon the magic horse. He raised his hand halfway and then dropped it heavily.
"What are you going to do?" someone said next to him. Gretel turned his head following the sound, and when he saw the person coming, he immediately bowed his head and saluted:
"Your Majesty the Great Magician."
Archmage Carlisle sighed and raised his hand casually. He was also very annoyed today: Aurora rushed to his laboratory early in the morning, showing off her unprecedented skills, urging him to help find the jury, the city hall, the temple, and all kinds of things. People work. The movement was a little slower, and then he lowered himself down, looking like he was about to cry and hug his thighs.
Not only did he instruct him, but also his disciples and grandchildren, whoever could put down their work, came together to help make disinfectant and bleaching powder...
That's not all. The Lord of Thunder was actually alerted. He asked about the situation once at noon today and again in the evening!
He didn't report it to the teacher!
Hey, the teacher gave little Grete to him to take care of. If he didn’t keep an eye on her, what else could he do?
"Sir, I want to go to the review meeting to see if we can coordinate more manpower to help tomorrow." Grete replied respectfully. "As you can see, dozens of apprentices have to take care of so many patients, and they are really busy."
"How about you wait until you think of it?"
Archmage Carlisle snorted heavily and summoned the Phantom Pony. Gretel tried to ride, but his legs and feet were as heavy as lead and he couldn't get on the horse. Thanks to the neighing of the phantom colt and kneeling on all four legs, Grete was able to sit on the saddle smoothly.
"Don't worry, it's been arranged." The night wind carried the Archmage's words until they reached Gretel's ears:
"Tomorrow morning, 100 apprentices and low-level mages will report to the mage tower. Give you an hour to teach them how to protect themselves, and then take them to work. Is that okay?"
"No problem!" Grete was overjoyed. His Excellency the Archmage coughed:
"It's not for free. There are two conditions. First, how did you go and how do you get them back? You can't say that I sent a hundred and came back sick and fell ill. Can you do that?"
"This...I'll try my best..."
Grete shook off sweat. Protection must be taught, but he was really not sure whether these apprentices would be obedient and well protected. What if there is a careless person who, after taking care of the patient, takes something and stuffs it into his mouth without washing his hands?
We can only hope that the probability of human-to-human transmission of anthrax is low...
"Second, when can you write the paper about the penicillin you got? How to make it, the effect of the drug..."
Hey, a lot of people are interested in this good thing. Gretel was silent. It was only applied on a large scale today, and before 24 hours had passed, the parliament came to ask...
"Give me another 100 people! Only by taking care of five patients can we have time to record the effects of medication!"
"this……"
Gretel bargains with Archmage Carlisle. At the same time, under the ever-burning lamp in front of the statue of the God of War, the Archbishop put his hands on his back and looked up at the face of the statue:
"That... special medicine, in addition to today's problem, what other diseases are effective? Can we get a method to make it? Let's talk about it tomorrow?"