Lin Xiao listened quietly to the reports, his brow furrowed.
The infectiousness of this disease was far greater than any previous outbreak, which was the most troublesome aspect for Lin Xiao.
The source had been identified, but it was too late.
The speed of transmission meant that ordinary masks were ineffective. At close range, these masks were useless.
"The current situation is that we must first protect our medical staff from infection. All departments should make arrangements. If the medical staff also fall ill, our medical resources will face a severe shortage."
The hospital director spoke.
This eighty-year-old director had seen many difficult situations and had been on the front lines himself.
"Moreover, the Lunar New Year is approaching. We cannot predict how many people will be on the move and how many secondary and tertiary transmissions will occur... but we must be prepared."
Lin Xiao did not pay close attention to the subsequent arrangements. He was engrossed in the document he held, then said, "Let me see the patients."
"Alright."
The director wasted no words and had someone escort Lin Xiao over.
However, before they went, they had Lin Xiao put on protective gear.
"This is it. We have them concentrated in this ward. Based on the current data, these symptoms are not particularly difficult to treat. What is difficult is the infectivity," the doctor accompanying Lin Xiao explained.
"Thank you for your trouble."
Lin Xiao had come to observe the specific manifestations of the illness.
The patients lay weakly in their beds, their lips dry and their temperatures high. Consequently, most had a towel on their forehead for physical cooling.
Lin Xiao approached a bedside.
The patient in this bed was middle-aged. He glanced at the medical record: sixty-three years old.
He had also been vaccinated.
Lin Xiao extended his hand and injected a trace of qi into the patient's body.
He then shook his head; qi and acupuncture could not help him much at this point.
He quietly moved over and used a silver needle to puncture the patient's earlobe, drawing blood.
"Doctor..."
"Rest well, it'll be alright. You'll be fine once the fever breaks," Lin Xiao said softly.
He then proceeded to treat all the patients in the rooms in the same manner.
Afterward, he exited the ward, disinfected his protective gear, and returned to the director.
"Lin Xiao, do you have any effective solutions?"
The director knew Lin Xiao's background and looked at him, awaiting an answer.
"I can do nothing about prevention. I am just a doctor, not a god. I can only remind everyone to pay attention to personal hygiene and take precautions," Lin Xiao said, shaking his head. Dragon Country had so many people, and once the Spring Festival travel season began, it would be even worse.
If not handled well, it was possible the entire nation could be infected.
"Regarding prevention, I will communicate with those above. Do you have any leads on the treatment for this disease?" the director asked.
Based on his experience, with symptomatic treatment and individual resistance, patients could recover in about one to two weeks.
As for sequelae, it depended on the individual's constitution.