"There is no doubt that this is one of the most serious medical accidents in China!"

The female host wearing a gray professional suit said to the countless viewers in front of the TV. The background of the picture was the golden plaque of the First Affiliated Hospital of Yanjing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Thirty-six infants and young children in the neonatal intensive care unit collectively reported critical illness, and thirty-six fragile lives that had just entered this world were at stake."

"The condition was discovered this morning. Thirty-six infants and young children had fever and vomiting at the same time. According to the records in the case book, all thirty-six newborns had varying degrees of lung infection. The hospital stated that the cause of the infection

Still under further investigation, it is said to be an invasion of a new type of virus."

The female host's beautiful face was full of worry. She raised her head and looked at the towering hospital building and said: "The hospital has set up an emergency rescue team composed of many medical experts. I hope they can revive and save these thirty-year-old patients."

Six delicate but tormented little lives."

"Dear audience friends, let us pray for these thirty-six lovely children!"

Snap!

Lin Qingyuan, the director of the Affiliated Hospital of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, turned off the TV and said to everyone present:

"Everyone knows the serious situation we are facing. If this becomes a reality, it will be a shame in the history of medicine and the largest medical malpractice scandal in the world. The credibility of the hospital no longer exists, and it is quite a loss in Yanjing.

The prestigious Affiliated Hospital of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine will completely lose the trust of patients."

"Everyone here is an expert in this field. Some are from affiliated hospitals, and some are talented people transferred from other hospitals. They are appointed in critical situations, and shoulder the expectations of the government and the people. I won't talk so much nonsense, everyone can talk about it.

, is there any way to save the lives of these thirty-six children?"

"Before the bacterial culture results come out, we don't have any good solutions. We need to diagnose and prescribe medicine. If we can't diagnose correctly, how can we use medicine?" The middle-aged doctor wearing glasses said in a bad tone.

It's been eight lifetimes of bad luck to be assigned to do this damn job.

It would be great if he succeeds. Not only will he gain fame and fortune, he will be widely reported by newspapers, but he may also be commended by the hospital when he returns.

If you fail, your future will be over.

Thirty-six children------thinking that I will be responsible for this medical accident makes me feel chills running down my spine.

"Looking at the pulse, it looks like a lung infection. But I have tried all the antiviral medicines and there is still no improvement. This is worth discussing." An old Chinese doctor said.

After the two of them finished speaking, there was silence in the conference room.

This Chinese and Western perspective is exactly what everyone here thinks.

Besides, even if they have suggestions in their hearts, they don't dare to speak them out.

If it is good to save these children, there will be no shortage of awards and commendations.

But if the treatment is ineffective and fails to save these children, wouldn't he become the culprit?

Who wants to take the blame?

"What do the others have to say?" Lin Qingyuan glanced at the doctors present and asked urgently.

No one answered, and everyone who made eye contact with him unconsciously avoided it.

I sighed slightly in my heart.

It seems that my professional career is coming to an end.

"I have some ideas." Someone suddenly broke the dead silence of the conference room.

Hearing that someone was willing to make suggestions, the more than twenty doctors present all focused their attention on the speaker.

He was sitting in the far corner of the conference room, and would have been ignored by almost everyone if it weren't for his sudden voice.

Even if someone occasionally turned their attention to his face, they would think that he was a disciple of the old Chinese medicine doctor or the driver's secretary or something like that.

His hair is black and smooth, covering half of his eyes. He has delicate cheeks and bright eyes, and he looks like a handsome boy.

But his complexion was as pale as paper, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

What is even more strange is that, despite his young age, he is wearing a black robe that does not match his image.

With his elegant attire, he looks nothing like a young man from the international metropolis of Yanjing.

He looked at the experts and professors present with a smile, and his slender fingers that looked like women's hands tapped lightly on the table. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the pride on his face was restrained and reserved, like an officer coming down to inspect the soldiers.

What made some people at the scene uncomfortable was that in his eyes, he seemed to be a soldier waiting for review.

Thinking of this young man's family background, Lin Qingyuan's face lit up, and a glimmer of hope arose in his heart.

How could you forget him?

Looking at the young man, he asked: "Qin Luo, do you have anything to say?"

The young man said.

"Then you. Don't be afraid. Say anything. We are brainstorming now." Lin Qingyuan forced a stiff smile on his face.

He was afraid of young people's stage fright and dared not say anything.

Qin Luo didn't even know what fear was, and said loudly: "I think this is cholera."

boom!!!

The whole place was in an uproar!

If it weren't for the seriousness of this occasion, I'm afraid many people would laugh out loud.

"Young people, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. How could it be cholera? Those newborns have been living in nicu and have never been out. Do you know what nicu is? The neonatal intensive care unit is completely isolated from the outside air."

"You guys who don't even have hair, do you know what cholera represents? If we announce this news, I'm afraid it will cause panic in society."

"Forget it. Let him go out. Let's continue the discussion."

"How did he get into the expert group?" someone asked doubtfully.

"He is the grandson of a good friend of mine. That friend of mine has made great achievements in traditional Chinese medicine." Lin Qingyuan explained.

Originally, he wanted to invite Qin Luo's grandfather to come out to rescue him, but he didn't expect that the old guy actually claimed that he was sick and unwell. He said that his grandson happened to be going to Yanjing for business, and he would do anything for him.

Originally, Lin Qingyuan was not prepared to invite this young man to join the expert group, but this afternoon he took the initiative to come to the door, looking enthusiastic and eager.

For the sake of his old friend, he couldn't kick him out.

"It's time. I'm still asking for favors." Vice Dean Ma Youcai murmured. Although his voice was low, everyone in the conference room could hear it.

What can such a young guy learn even if he has a good background?

And seeing how sick he looked, it was really hard to trust him.

Lin Qingyuan's expression became even more gloomy. After glancing at him, he said, "Everyone, please be quiet for a moment. Qin Luo wants to say something. Maybe he really has some good suggestions."

Qin Luo's face turned gloomy. Anyone who was accused like this would feel embarrassed.

"How do you know it's not cholera?"

"Okay. Let's assume that your hypothesis is established. So, how is cholera transmitted? Why don't other people have problems? Those nurses have also entered the monitoring room. How come they don't have any abnormal conditions?"

"I don't know how it was infected," Qin Luo said.

"However, thirty-six babies have serious lung infections, thick breath sounds, increased secretions in the trachea, severe fever, and urinary tract infections, and their internal organs are in danger of failure. This is similar to a disease that disappeared from China many years ago.

The cholera bacilli are very similar.”

"Qin Luo, are you sure?" Lin Qingyuan asked eagerly.

"OK." Qin Luo nodded seriously. He hesitated and said, "This is a mutated species of cholera bacilli. A small-scale infection occurred in Malaysia two years ago."

"Is there any cure?"

"There is acupuncture, supplemented by traditional Chinese medicine. Of course, it must be done as soon as possible. If the baby's organs fail, there is no way."

"What a mess." The vice-dean said angrily: "Dean, you can't joke with the lives of dozens of children. What does a young boy like him know?"

"Do you have a better way?" Lin Qingyuan looked at the vice president coldly and asked. This guy relied on his strong backing and usually kept arguing with him.

At this critical juncture, he still did not forget the class struggle. As long as he insisted on it, he would oppose it.

"No. But we can't try it easily. What if the condition of those newborns gets worse if they take Chinese medicine? You should know that those children's bodies can no longer be messed with." The vice president argued.

In his eyes, asking Qin Luo to treat the disease was just "making a fool of himself".

Lin Qingyuan looked at Qin Luo, wondering whether he should believe him. But seeing Qin Luo's clear and determined eyes gave people a strong sense of conviction.

Could it be said that he really has something to rely on?

"Let him try." Lin Qingyuan finally made up his mind. Of course, he had no better choice.

"Try? That's easy to say. If something happens, whose responsibility is it?"

"I'll take the responsibility." Lin Qingyuan and Qin Luo said at the same time.

The two looked at each other, and a tacit understanding of sharing weal and woe gradually grew.

"Okay. You are the dean, so whatever you say is what you say. However, if anything happens, you will be fully responsible." The vice dean said with a gloomy face, but he was happy in his heart.

If there are fools willing to take responsibility, then just try.

He doesn't care about the life or death of those children, as long as he keeps his position.

"Don't worry. If something happens, I'll just resign." Lin Qingyuan naturally knew what he was thinking and said with disdain.

If something unexpected happens to these children, as the dean, he will indeed bear responsibility.

"You said it yourself. You guys can also testify." Ma Youcai squinted his eyes and smiled gloomily. His orange-skinned face covered with acne marks made people want to stomp on him a few times.

"Please." Lin Qingyuan walked to Qin Luo and patted him heavily on the shoulder.

"Dean, don't worry." Qin Luo said solemnly.

Qin Luo stood up and looked at the gray-haired old man in front of him, sighing softly in his heart.

In this era of loss of faith, there are some things that require someone to stand up and take responsibility.

Although I can stay out of it, but ------
Chapter completed!