一个不经意,Rahul瞥到了在后方的看手机的方郁雾。
“Dr. Fang... the meal you gave me... is there something wrong with it...”
方郁雾收起手机挤进去,脸上满是惊慌,蹲下来摸了摸Rahul的额头。
“Oh, my god.Rahul,What's wrong? Did the food from this afternoon get cold? There are so many flies here, the food might not be clean. It's also possible that I didn't cook the dishes thoroughly. It could be food poisoning—I've had diarrhea too."
她又转向围观的人,语速急促的解释道:
“Everyone, stay calm! The issue might be the stewed beans not being fresh. However, the hospital has run out of antidiarrheal medication. I’ve just contacted the nearby garrison unit, and they are on their way here!”
虽然现在大片的拉肚子,但也没有像Rahul这样的,这看起来也太吓人了,要知道这边可是发生过霍乱的。
所以方郁雾还是解释了一下,避免造成恐慌。
说着她跑回医疗帐篷内拿了瓶生理盐水回来,还不忘喊两个男难民帮忙。
“Quick, help him to the temporary isolation area! Don't let the children get infected!”
Rahul被架起来时,春药的劲儿正上来,他眼神迷离,突然抓住一个女难民的胳膊,嘴里胡言乱语。
“Sweetheart... stay with me... Dr. Fang
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