novel for you Chapter 926 Xia Wen
Chapter 926 Xia Wen
On Friday, Chen Yang received a call from Sun Pinghui just after class.
"Xiao Chen, are you busy?"
"The get out of class just ended. Director Sun, is there anything I can do?" Chen Yang asked.
"Three patients have been sent to the clinic this morning, and their symptoms are similar..."
Sun Pinghui briefly explained the situation to Chen Yang: "Xiao Chen, if you are not busy, come over here?"
"Okay, I'll be right over."
After hanging up the phone, Chen Yang rushed to the hospital.
As he stepped into the emergency department of Kyoto City Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, Chen Yang felt as if he was surrounded by an unusually tense atmosphere.
The medical staff walked hurriedly with serious expressions, and the air was filled with anxiety that even disinfectant could not suppress.
Sun Pinghui, with a pair of red eyes, was yelling into the phone: "...Yes! Still a low-grade fever! Fatigue! Nausea! Blood test... blood test indicates infection? But antibiotics are useless! This is the third one! The symptoms are exactly the same! All in Xiaowangzhuang!"
Seeing Chen Yang coming in, Sun Pinghui seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw. He hung up the phone in a hurry and rushed over: "Xiao Chen, you are finally here!"
As he spoke, Sun Pinghui took Chen Yang to the emergency room, saying as he walked, "A sudden outbreak of a mass disease has occurred in Xiaowang Village in western Beijing! The symptoms are strange, with lingering low fever, body aches and weakness, poor appetite, and nausea! Three cases were sent here. We conducted a preliminary examination and suspected that it was an infection of some unknown virus, but the conventional antiviral and antibiotic treatments had little effect! The key is... there are said to be more than a dozen people with similar symptoms in the village!"
Mass outbreak? Unknown cause? Antibiotics ineffective?
These key words put together are not good news.
If there is really an unknown virus infection, it will be very troublesome. Once it gets out of control, the consequences will be unpredictable.
There were three beds placed side by side in the emergency room.
The three patients were all middle-aged men, but at this moment they were lying listlessly, with dull complexions, a thin layer of sweat on their foreheads, dry and chapped lips, and dull eyes.
"This place is currently considered an isolation area. Once you come in, Xiao Chen, it will be difficult for you to leave for the time being." Sun Pinghui said to Chen Yang.
Chen Yang didn't say anything, but walked quickly to the first bed, holding his breath and concentrating.
Mentally, the patient was listless, with a yellow and greasy complexion, as if covered with a layer of putty.
Chen Yang motioned for the patient to open his mouth. After examining the tongue, he was shocked - the tongue was huge, with obvious tooth marks on the edges, and the tongue coating was thick, white, greasy, and turbid, like a thick, dirty layer of cotton wool piled up on the tongue, and the original color of the tongue could hardly be seen! A typical "thick, white, greasy coating like accumulated powder"!
"how do you feel?"
As Chen Yang asked, his fingers were already on the patient's wrist.
The pulse feels soft and weak under the fingers, and the floating pulse is not obvious. However, when pressed deeply, one can feel a slow and sluggish feeling like cotton wool floating on the water. This is a typical "soft and slow pulse".
The patient spoke weakly, his voice hoarse: "Doctor... I feel weak all over... My bones are sore... My head feels heavy as if it is filled with lead... I don't want to eat, and I feel like vomiting when I smell the fishy smell of oil... I have a low-grade fever, and I sweat stickyly, but I can't get rid of my fatigue... I have diarrhea and loose stools..."
When the patient spoke, Chen Yang could feel a moist and sweet taste in his breath.
We then checked two other people and found the same symptoms and signs.
Lingering low fever, heaviness and fatigue, chest and abdominal distension, nausea, loose stools, thick and greasy white tongue coating, and a weak pulse.
"It should be damp fever!" Chen Yang uttered these two words firmly.
"Damp-heat?" Sun Pinghui and several doctors who gathered around were stunned.
"Xiao Chen, are you sure? This blood picture... the white blood cells and neutrophils are both high!"
"It appears so on the surface, but the essence is that it is the evil dampness that is causing the trouble!"
Chen Yang said: "The Treatise on Warm and Respiratory Diseases says: 'When dampness prevails, yang is weak'. Dampness is a yin evil, and its nature is heavy, turbid and sticky. It is most likely to block the qi and hinder the clear yang. These patients do not have a high fever (low fever), but they feel heavy and tired, and dizzy. When dampness blocks the middle jiao, they will feel abdominal distension, nausea, and poor appetite. When dampness flows downward, they will have loose stools. The tongue coating is thick and greasy like accumulated powder, and the pulse is soft and slow. These are all clear evidences that dampness is accumulated inside and diffuses through the three jiaos! Antibiotics are bitter and cold. If used improperly, they will damage the yang qi of the spleen and stomach and promote dampness, so they are ineffective!"
"Director Sun, there is no time to lose! I request to lead a team to the epidemic area in Xiaowangzhuang immediately! We must control the source and prevent the spread! This kind of damp and warm evil is most likely to spread in humid environments and places where people gather!"
"Okay, what do you need to prepare?" Sun Pinghui asked without hesitation.
"It'll be just me and Dr. Wen, and we'll find a few more doctors and nurses from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine."
Chen Yang pondered for a moment and said, "Prepare enough herbs such as Patchouli, Perilla frutescens, White Cardamom, Apricot kernel, Raw Coix seeds, Talc, Tongcao, and Bamboo leaves! Also, prepare a large amount of Atractylodes lancea and Artemisia argyi for environmental disinfection!"
"Also, contact the CDC and ask them to conduct environmental sampling and water source testing simultaneously!"
Sun Pinghui nodded and asked, "This way in the hospital?"
"I'll write a prescription and let the patient take the medicine first, and then keep in touch at any time."
Chen Yang paused and said, "Although this kind of febrile disease is terrible, it is different from some viruses and has more stringent requirements on the environment."
"That's good." Sun Pinghui breathed a sigh of relief. He understood what Chen Yang meant.
Not long after, an ambulance and an off-road vehicle loaded with medicinal materials and disinfection supplies broke through the morning mist and rushed towards Xiaowangzhuang in western Beijing at lightning speed.
As soon as the car drove into Xiaowangzhuang, a damp, stuffy smell mixed with the scent of rotting plants hit us in the face.
The sky was gloomy, with lead-gray clouds hanging low, the village roads were muddy, and the ditches beside the road were filled with turbid green sewage. The whole village seemed to be immersed in a huge, airtight steamer.
Chen Yang jumped out of the car, not caring about the mud on his feet, and said to Li Haofei: "Second brother, take a few people and village cadres, and immediately organize the villagers who have mild symptoms or have not yet fallen ill, use Atractylodes and Artemisia argyi to purify the air, and distribute the boiled Huoxiang Zhengqi decoction for prevention."
"Chen Yang then asked the village cadres, where are the seriously ill patients?"
"It's at the village committee."
The village committee has been temporarily turned into a medical center.
The dark and damp hall was filled with a strange smell that was a mixture of sweat, vomit and herbs.
There were straw mats on the ground, and more than a dozen patients were lying there, groaning one after another. The symptoms were exactly the same as the three people in the hospital, but the severity was different. Two villagers who had just collapsed were carried in, their faces were pale and their breath was weak.
There were several doctors wearing white coats and N95 masks sitting in the village committee, discussing something intensely.
The leader was a male doctor in his fifties with neatly combed hair and wearing gold-rimmed glasses. His name tag read "Chief Physician of the Infectious Disease Department of Kyoto First Hospital: Zheng Guodong."
Zheng Guodong also saw Chen Yang and his group, and his brows immediately frowned, with obvious displeasure and questioning in his tone: "What is Sun Pinghui doing? Sending such a young person..."
In the middle of his words, Zheng Guodong suddenly stood up, as if he had a spring on his buttocks, and his face changed like a Sichuan opera face-changing, immediately filled with a smile: "Hey, Doctor Chen..."