Chapter 60:

Xu Mingsheng's operation went well, and two days later, he woke up.
"Old Zhao and the others are really true. What do you ask you to come over? Your mother will take care of it." Xu Mingsheng looks good. Although his face is still pale, his mental head has returned.
"Although Comrade Chen Sufen has a poor academic level, his clinical surgical ability is worthy of recognition." Xu Mingsheng said with a smile.
"Speaking less will not let you lose a piece of meat." Chen Sufen walked in from outside the ward in a white coat with a hot water bottle, "I am also a monk halfway through, and I still feel good about myself."
Li Zheng stood up and greeted Chen Sufen, "Mother."
Chen Sufen looked at Li Zheng, her eyes softened a little, "Sit down, don't worry. Your teacher's injury looks serious, but it's actually fine. The bleeding spots in the lungs are found, and the blood stops. As for Most of the muscle tissue damage on the leg, although it heals slowly, it is not a big problem."
"What is a monk who is a monk? My academic level is internationally recognized! I..." Seeing that Xu Mingsheng still has the strength to quarrel with Chen Sufen, the look on Li Zheng's face can not help but relax a lot. It seems that the real problem is not big. .
Regarding the lack of manpower in Li Zheng's laboratory. Xu Mingsheng also gave his opinion. Many of the candidates he mentioned were never heard of by Li Zheng.
"There are not many candidates available, but they are not unavailable." Xu Mingsheng frowned. He seemed to have thought of something, with a somewhat complicated look on his face. "I will give you the contact information of several people. Come to them."
He said that he wrote several names and addresses on the notebook handed over by Li Zheng.
Zhong Peng, 1107, 11th Floor, No. 64 Donghuanmen Street, Nine Dragons.
Literature Peak, Room 2214, Teacher Dormitory of Xiangjiang Dongchen University.
Ma Wenmin, Room 2019, Teacher Dormitory, Xiangjiang Dongchen University.
"Dongchen University?" Whether it was Li Zheng in his previous life or in this life, he had never heard of such a university in Xiangjiang.
"Privately opened, the university qualifications obtained through the relationship. Those who really can't get into the university and want to get a diploma, they will go to such a school. But don't think that this school can't get to the stage, Wenxuefeng and Ma Wenmin, they are Really talented and learned."
"Zhong Peng, he used to be a professor at Xiangjiang University. He scolded the students because of his temper. The students couldn't think about it for a while and jumped off the building. That's why they left the school. As for Wenxuefeng and Ma Wenmin, they have high academic attainments. , You know Mr. Liu from China, they are his students. Because of the bad environment in the inland a few years ago, they were not friendly to scholars who had traveled to Japan, so they came to Xiangjiang." Xu Mingsheng said.
Mr. Liu, Li Zheng naturally knew him, a national treasure in the Chinese biological circle. He was of the same generation as Tong Zhou. The old man lived a long time and died in the late 1990s. He is known as the Dinghai Shenzhen of Huaguo Biosciences.
"Thank you teacher, I will visit one by one." Li Zheng sincerely thanked him.
Xu Mingsheng shook his head, "They are not easy to persuade. It depends on your luck."
At two or three o'clock, students from Xiangjiang University came to see Xu Mingsheng one after another, and Li Zheng and Chen Sufen said goodbye. When he walked out of the ward, Li Zheng's brows frowned slightly, his eyes couldn't help but fell on the cleaner's aunt who was wiping the floor hard not far away.
Even if the hospital needs to do a good job of disinfection, but the disinfection of Queen Mary Hospital is too diligent. He arrived at the hospital at 12:30 in the afternoon, and now at 2:30, but in two hours, the corridor floor was disinfected. Twice.
Li Zheng felt a little uneasy in his heart. He stepped forward and asked: "Auntie, I think you have wiped the floor for a day. Are you so busy with your work every day?"
The cleaner aunt looked up and saw a handsome guy, whose impatience eased slightly.
"No, I don’t know what those hospital leaders are thinking. In the past two days, we suddenly asked us to do disinfection every two hours. I just got a little salary and there was no time to breathe. Do you think they don’t? Be reasonable." Auntie is also full of resentment.
Something flashed in Li Zheng's mind, but he still couldn't grasp the key point.
What's wrong?
Walking out of the hospital with doubts and looking back at the four characters "Mary Hospital", he shook his head, perhaps because he was too sensitive. In the past two days, the flu broke out in Xiangjiang, and the cold medicines on the market were out of stock. The hospital was crowded with patients, and it was more lively than the vegetable market.
Perhaps in order to deal with the flu, the hospital has strengthened disinfection measures.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Li Zheng put down his work and cooked himself a bowl of instant noodles. When he was about to start eating, he saw Zhang Yuejun running in panting.
"The hospital... The hospital is closed. Professor Chen said it was infected with drug-resistant strains. President Xu developed a high fever at night and fell into a coma. Before he went into a coma, he told Professor Chen that there were materials about drug-resistant strains in his laboratory and said you You know. Professor Chen didn't have a phone number from your laboratory, so he called me." Zhang Yuejun finished in one breath, and the sides of his cheeks looked a little red from the intense exercise.
Li Zheng's complexion suddenly became serious. How could he not remember the resistant strains.
In the 1980s, the domestic medical community, especially the hospital clinical frontline, still rarely had the concept of drug-resistant strains. The horror of drug-resistant strains appeared in the academic papers of experts and scholars.
Xiangjiang in the 1980s was like the mainland two decades later, and the abuse of antibiotics was widespread. The tight pace of life makes doctors and patients like fast-acting treatments, and antibiotics are the best choice.
After the bacteria have been in contact with the drug for many times, the sensitivity to the drug is reduced or even disappeared, resulting in the lower or even ineffectiveness of the drug against drug-resistant bacteria. In the process of patients using antibiotics, drug-resistant pathogens or viruses have been excreted through respiratory tract, digestive tract, urinary tract and other organs, and spread to other patients through the above-mentioned routes.
"Damn! Call my hospital." Infection with drug-resistant strains is also a clinical problem thirty years later. In particular, this kind of nosocomial infection will greatly increase the mortality rate in the hospital. Xu Mingsheng has just finished the operation and it is the resistance. When it is extremely low, it will be fatal if the inflammation cannot be reduced by infection with resistant strains!
On the way here, Zhang Yuejun had already learned the hospital phone number by heart, "08271245!" He recited it without thinking.
Li Zheng nodded and immediately picked up the microphone.
The phone rang and was picked up, "Hello, hello." It was a young female voice.
"Is Professor Chen Sufen here?" Chen Sufen is not a doctor at Queen Mary Hospital, but a professor at Hong Kong University School of Medicine. Many doctors at Queen Mary Hospital are her students.
"Ah! You are Mr. Li Zheng, right? Wait a minute!" The voice suddenly became excited, and Li Zheng could clearly hear the woman shouting through the microphone: "Professor Chen, Mr. Li Zheng is calling."
Immediately, there was a loud noise on the other end of the phone, and Chen Sufen's voice soon came from the other end of the phone.
"Li Zheng? Great. A drug-resistant strain occurred in Mary Hospital. Old Xu... was infected. Now the hospital counts the number of confirmed infections, 79 people in total, 54 people to be observed. The situation is very good. It’s not optimistic. We have used all the antibiotics that should be used, and there is not much effect. There are almost no laboratories in Xiangjiang to study drug-resistant strains. If bacterial samples are sent to the UK, then time will definitely be too late. There are so many in the hospital. patient……"
Chen Sufen said, her voice choked.
"I know it's not right to put pressure on you, but I can't help it. Old Xu said that he happened to be working on the subject of drug-resistant strains. The information is almost collected. You know where it is. I can only die. Treated as a living horse doctor. A sample has been delivered to the airport overnight, and another sample will be sent to your laboratory. Lao Zhao and Lao Wang will help. Boy, please!"
Li Zheng took a deep breath. For more than a hundred lives, including his mentor, he felt that his shoulders were so heavy for the first time. Having made medicine for two lifetimes, although it shows that Bai Pharmacy cures diseases and saves people, when the simple cure rate data in the laboratory is put together with real human lives, it seems so pale and weak.
For the first time, he felt that more than one hundred lives were not far in front of him. As long as he ran fast enough, he could save them back. If he didn't run fast enough...
Sweat dripped from Li Zheng's forehead.
"I see, Professor Chen, you can rest assured that I will try my best. I need detailed data on the use of antibiotics in Queen Mary Hospital in recent years, as well as information on the drug resistance of patients in the past few days and the treatments you have tried. Some I can’t think of for a while, but I will need information at any time during my experiment. I need someone to be by the phone and cooperate with me at any time.
Li Zheng glanced at the half-written schedule on the experimental table, and handed it off. Throw it in the trash can. Immediately entered the working state.
"Okay, Xiao Wang will be by the phone twenty-four hours." Chen Sufen listened to Li Zheng's slightly commanding tone, and was a little relieved.
Li Zheng hung up the phone, and when he turned around, he saw Zhang Yuejun's slightly excited face. He stepped forward and patted Zhang Yuejun on the shoulder, "Senior, this time I may have to trouble you to stay up for a few days."
Zhang Yuejun shook his head vigorously, "Li Zheng, what are you talking about? There are more than a hundred lives. You can tell me at any time. I have no other use. It's okay to do things."