Give you a spring

Ping Wei and Lu Yi were inspecting the situation of each street in Yuzhou, and by the way, they were discussing whether there was anything they had overlooked. When Qi Zheng said that something happened to Zijiao, he stopped suddenly and asked with a heavy face, "Have you got the patient under control?"

"It's under control. Now I'm locked in a room alone. Mr. Qing went to see Doctor Meng, but he still doesn't know his condition," Qi Zheng said.

Ping Wei made a decisive decision, "Let's go back and see how they are doing now."

"Okay," Qi Zheng replied, Lu Yi still stood where he was, looking at Ping Wei.

"Master Lu, continue to inspect," Ping Wei met his gaze and said warmly, "Sorry, I have to go and see the medical officer I brought."

"I understand," Lu Yi nodded slowly, watching them leave.

When Pingwei arrived at Epidemic Square, Qingshu had just come out, and Pingwei went up to meet him after seeing him, "Is Zijiao okay?"

"It's hard to say. I've already cleaned his wounds. If he doesn't have fever, dizziness and other symptoms within seven days, it means he hasn't been infected with the plague." Qing Shu frowned and lowered his eyes, looking very tired.

"Sir, are you going to take a rest?" Ping Wei noticed his strangeness and asked softly.

"No," Qing Shu said, he raised his head and met Ping Wei's eyes, "Your Highness, I have something... I want to discuss it with you."

He used honorifics, Ping Wei had been with him for more than half a month, and he rarely heard him speak like this, so Ping Wei's face suddenly became serious, and he said in a deep voice, "Okay, let's go back and talk."

Qi Zheng and He Zhou followed behind.

When they arrived at the inn, they found a remote corner, and Qingshu said every word, "Your Highness, I suggest that we give up some critically ill patients."

"Why?" Ping Wei didn't object, and looked at him inquiringly.

"We have been here for more than half a month, and we have exhausted the medicinal materials we brought and the medicines sent from various places. According to experience, patients infected with the plague cannot be cured, and they can only survive on their own. .The lucky ones recover on their own, while the unlucky ones who aren't in such good health just sit and die. We've wasted too much medicine on people who can't heal themselves."

"I think it's better to give up those who are seriously ill and try our best to treat those who are less ill."

Qing Shu spoke very slowly, as if each word came out of his mouth alone, which was extremely difficult.

Ping Wei looked at him for a long time, and asked softly, "It's because Zi Jiao was injured, did it make you think so?"

"No," Qing Shu answered quickly, "I had this idea as early as five days after I came here. Our medicinal materials and manpower are limited, and it is very difficult for medical officers and doctors to take care of such a large number of patients every day." Working hard, and taking the huge risk of being infected, the body and mind have been greatly tortured. In this case...it is better to simply give up some patients, which is good for everyone."

"How can we just abandon them?" Ping Wei looked at him deeply, "Should we gather them in one room and ignore them, or should we simply kill them all and burn them clean?"

Qingshu didn't speak.

"Mr. Qing," Ping Wei said softly, "We have no right to decide the life and death of others."

"I know, but life and death are life and death. If there is no cure, it is advisable to give up some people's lives. Besides, people infected by the plague will be very painful in the later stage. No matter how determined a person is, they will be exhausted later. , wanting to die. I've seen a lot of people like that in the past few weeks."

It wasn't just one patient who went crazy because he couldn't bear the pain. Qingshu and his students had encountered several of them. Some would bang their heads against the wall, and some begged the doctor to help them end their lives.

Seeing too many joys and sorrows, he became numb in the end.

"But isn't the doctor's duty to save people?" Qi Zheng was listening to their conversation, and couldn't help interjecting. He looked at Qing Shu with great doubts, "How could you say something contrary to your duty?"

Qing Shu looked at him indifferently, "Maybe it's because... I've seen too much, but I'm getting used to it."

"But don't you still feel anxious about Zijiao's injury?"

Qi Zheng frowned, and Qing Shu avoided his gaze.

"Well, Mr. Qing, you go back to rest first, Qi Zheng and I will discuss the countermeasures, and then come to you," Ping Wei said after looking at them for a while.

Qing Shu turned to look at him, and said in a soft voice, "Your Highness, Your Majesty only asked you to come here to control the epidemic, and did not make you responsible for everyone's life and death. You are not a saint, so don't put such a big burden on yourself. "

“…”

He said this very bluntly, and Ping Wei didn't know how to answer for a while, He Zhou leaned against the pillar not far from the three of them, and when he heard Qing Shu's words, he couldn't help but raise his eyelids, and gave him a very indifferent look.

Qing Shu stood up, turned and walked away.

Qi Zheng was quiet for a while, and said, "Your Highness, I think what Mr. Qing said is reasonable."

"Although it sounds cruel, we are not doctors, so we can't understand their feelings. We can't imagine the pressure they endured after staying with the patients for a long time. Besides... what he said is right, those infected with the plague There is almost no cure for people, and the chance of recovery is very small."

Ping Wei didn't reply to him, just asked, "How many patients are there in Yuzhou now?"

"There are [-] more, of which [-]% are mild and [-]% are severe."

"..." Ping Wei fell into silence.

He Zhou stood up straight, walked to his side, put his right hand gently on his shoulder, and looked at Qi Zheng, "But if we rashly abandon those who are seriously ill, it will easily cause public anger. They all have family members. People know that their relatives have been abandoned at will, and there may be riots. Yuzhou is still in an extraordinary stage, and we can't act rashly before Deputy General Chu Lin arrives."

Qi Zheng frowned, "What if something like Doctor Meng happens?"

"Pay attention to the patient's psychological condition, and do dredging in time." He Zhou said casually.

Qi Zheng laughed dryly, "We don't have many doctors, and we are all too busy. Should we take care of their mental state?"

Ping slightly raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Qi Zheng immediately stopped.

"Your Highness..."

"When will Vice General Chu arrive?" Ping Wei asked indifferently.

"Two more days."

"Then let's talk about it when he comes," Ping Wei pinched his eyebrows with some headache.

"Okay," Qi Zheng sighed when he saw his tired appearance.Ever since they came from Linjing City, their troubles have never stopped. They have been working hard all the way, and when they arrive, they do all kinds of things non-stop. Not to mention the hard work of the medical officers who face the lives and deaths of patients, he and His Highness are also responsible for controlling the epidemic. tired.

The three of them sat in the inn for a while, and went to do other things separately.

Ping Wei had to go to Lu Yi to discuss further anti-epidemic countermeasures with him. Qi Zheng was going to contact officials from nearby places to ask if they could bring in some more food and medicinal materials.

A few people were busy until the evening, and after returning to the inn to have a meal, they went to the Epidemic People's Square to visit Mencius Jiu.

Unexpectedly, I saw Qingru whose eyes were red. After staying in Yuzhou for half a month, this woman lost weight rapidly, and her white clothes looked empty.She seemed to have just cried, and there were still tears on her face that she hadn't had time to wipe off. When she saw Ping Wei, she only saluted, then turned her head and left quickly.

Pingwei and Zijiu talked about Xia Qingshu's proposal. After learning of his teacher's decision, the young medical officer fell silent, and said after a long time, "I don't agree with you. As a doctor, you should take saving people as your duty and not harm others." .”

"But your teacher believes that putting all the medicinal materials and manpower into patients with mild symptoms can save more lives."

Zijiao lowered his eyes and said softly, "Just do your best."

Ping Wei didn't quite understand the meaning of his words, but he didn't want to say too much, so he changed the subject and said, "Are you okay?"

"It's not bad," Zijiao said with a wry smile, his face was pale and his lips were very dry, Pingwei poured him a glass of water, and said sincerely, "You guys have worked hard during this time."

"Actually, we all thought about the possibility of being infected before we came here," Zijiao said with a flat expression, "now it's expected."

"..." Hearing what he said, Ping Wei suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

He thought that the medical officers he brought here tried their best to take care of the patients, but were injured by them in the end, and maybe they might be infected with the plague. They had prepared for the worst before coming, but that didn't mean they accepted it.

Pingwei came out of Yanrenfang with a complicated mood, and walked side by side with He Zhou on the way back to the inn.

He was silent all the way, He Zhou took his hand lightly, and said softly, "May I help you make a decision?"

"Huh?" Ping Wei looked sideways at him.

"Qingshu's proposal, it's hard to decide whether it's right or not. If I were a person who got the plague, it wouldn't be serious, just a little discomfort, and I would definitely feel that I could be cured, but now some doctors are sent to those who are seriously ill and will die sooner or later. The patient, and maybe the longer the delay, the possibility of my condition getting worse. In this way, I definitely hope that the doctors will give up the critically ill patients. And if it is a critically ill patient, they may think that they will die sooner or later. Can the doctor pass the medicine? Help yourself prolong your life." He Zhou paused, then turned to look at him, "Am I right?"

Ping nodded slightly, then smiled wryly, "Am I very indecisive?"

"No," He Zhou stopped in the empty, dark street, leaned over and kissed Ping Wei's face, and said tenderly, "It's just too kind."

"I thought I was ruthless enough," Ping Wei raised his eyes, only He Zhou was reflected in his eyes.

"I didn't say kindness is bad," He Zhou bit his lip, and said vaguely, "I like you like this."

Ping smiled and pushed him away, "Don't make trouble."

He Zhou was forced to stop, staring at his lips angrily, as if he was still about to move.

Ping Wei held his hand as a comfort, and said softly, "It's not that Mr. Qing's proposal is not good, but that if you give up those patients, you will feel like you are killing someone."

He Zhou's eyelids twitched, and he pulled him into his arms, "Don't think so."

"I just think that those who were infected with the plague were unfortunate. Not to mention they were crippled, and now they are abandoned by the doctor, waiting to die by themselves. Isn't that...very innocent?" Ping Wei buried himself on his shoulder. Come on, said softly.

"So I'll help you make a decision, will it make you feel better?" He Zhou tilted his head and kissed his ear.

Ping Wei's ears turned red from his kiss, she struggled a few times without breaking free, leaned on his shoulder and said, "What are you going to do?"

"Classify those who are seriously ill. If they are over 60 years old, they will not be saved," He Zhou said casually, "Anyway, they have lived long enough."

Ping smiled slightly, "Long time?"

"If it's me and you, it won't be long." He Zhou let go of him slightly, hugged his waist again, and kissed his red and swollen lips, "I want to be entangled with you until the next life."

Ping frowned slightly, "Well, just do as you said, I mean...the matter of classifying patients."

He Zhou didn't answer, he concentrated on kissing him, and couldn't spare any attention to deal with those annoying things.

After returning to the inn, the two went to bed quickly, but this sleep was still restless. Qi Zheng knocked on his door again in the middle of the night, "Your Highness, Jie Xiong attacked Guangquan two hours ago!"