"Old Wang, you have to do this!"

When everyone was stunned, the old man laughed and pointed at Mr. Wang who was in a daze beside him.

Hearing this, Mr. Wang's face was tangled, and he ignored the old man who was nagging him and walked back to his seat carelessly.

Yang Xiaotao looked at Mr. Qian, then at the old man, then at Mr. Wang, and suddenly laughed.

I have no opinion on this matter.

You are just a brick, go wherever you need to go.

Seeing Yang Xiaotao smiling, Mr. Wang knew what this guy was thinking and said angrily, "Chief, why don't you just give the order?"

"What's wrong? With your face, Mr. Wang, you still can't handle it?"

The old man smiled, obviously knowing Mr. Wang very well.

Mr. Wang shook his head helplessly, "Chief, you don't know."

"No matter how thick-skinned I am, I can't stop my fist!"

Hahaha

A group of people around him immediately started laughing.

The situation of the First Machinery Department is notorious.

When that group of people are together, they usually get into fights over trivial matters. But when big things happen, it would be strange not to have a 'war of the century'.

There, it is fully explained what is meant by ‘the fist is the last word’.

When faced with external pressure, this group of old guys who usually dislike each other can unite and become like buddies.

Even if this style of fisting is promoted, many people have suffered from these guys' bastard punches.

If you can reason with them, that's fine.

But with the size of the machine department there, most of the time I just beg people to reason with me, but I really can't do it.

After Mr. Wang finished speaking, he glanced at Yang Xiaotao, and then sighed, "It would be great if you could split this guy in half, so that everyone wouldn't worry about it."

However, Yang Xiaotao did not respond to these words. Instead, he encouraged him, "Chief, I think your skills are not bad. Why don't you give it a try?"

"Last time, Mr. Xia said that he was getting old. If we really compare, you will definitely have the advantage."

"Stop it, you kid, you're a bad example of following a few old guys."

"Is that a person's business?"

Mr. Wang puffed his beard and stared, "I went there, and a group of people picked me out and thought I was stupid."

Hahaha

Everyone laughed again, Mr. Qian shook his head aside.

Everyone has a love for talent.

But this man knew that the First Machinery Department would not let him go.

Otherwise, given Yang Xiaotao's achievements in agriculture, he would have been poached by the Academy of Agricultural Sciences long ago.

"However, this time you come here, you can be considered one of our own."

"We must cooperate well in the future."

Mr. Wang winked at Yang Xiaotao, and Yang Xiaotao nodded happily, "Don't worry, chief. We will cooperate more, communicate more, and learn from each other's strengths in the future. Just don't be upset then."

"No, no!"

Several people talked for a while, and the old man wanted to leave and go back to report to his superiors, and Wang, Qian, and the others also had to follow him to make a summary.

After everyone had eaten, they quickly went back to their tents to rest.

Yang Xiaotao followed Ran's father, Han Sanfeng and others to the tent, and would be able to make the return journey tomorrow.

Only this time, Mr. Wang and the others did not arrange a flight, but took a train instead.

Apparently he was also frightened by the strong wind the last time the plane encountered.

Several people came to the tent, but before they entered, they saw the lights on in the tent next door. One person hurriedly came out and ran away.

"That's Director Wang's tent."

Ran's father saw him, nodded and walked forward.

Speaking of which, everyone is here to see the experiment. Unfortunately, Director Wang has a cold and high fever, so he cannot go to the site today.

I just don’t know if this cold is gone.

"Let's take a look."

Ran's father thought about going over to comfort him, but he didn't want to see the military doctor frowning beside the bed as soon as he opened the tent door.

"Doctor, what's wrong? Is your cold still not gone?"

Han Sanfeng saw that Director Wang was still lying on the bed, covered with a thick blanket.

Although the temperature here is lower than that in Sijiu City, there is no need to cover yourself with a blanket.

"Something's wrong."

The military doctor still had a cold face, then took out a thermometer, shook it, and pressed it under the patient's armpit.

"This morning, when I came for re-examination, the person's temperature had dropped, but the other person shouted that he was cold."

"At noon, my body temperature went up again, and I was immediately given antipyretic medicine."

"Before it gets dark, the temperature drops again."

"Now, the time for warming and cooling is getting shorter and shorter, and the frequency is getting faster and faster."

As the military doctor spoke, he took off the stethoscope on his chest and looked back at the bed beside him.

"These people all have this condition. Their bodies are hot and cold, which is very abnormal."

"Are you hot and cold? Could it be malaria?"

Ran's father asked, and found that the symptoms were very similar to malaria.

"I also suspected it, so I took quinine at noon."

"But the effect is not ideal."

As the military doctor spoke, he took out the thermometer and said, "Thirty-nine and a half degrees. It has risen again."

"The patient has already become comatose. If this continues, the patient will be unable to bear it."

There was silence in the tent.

"I'll go tell the chief. If it doesn't work, I'll transfer him to a big hospital."

Ran's father spoke and was about to go out.

"It's useless. You have to drive two days to get to the nearest major hospital."

"I'll ask doctors from surrounding towns to come over and see what's going on."

"One person can count on the shortcomings and two can count on the strengths. If you have more people, you can use more methods."

Ran's father stopped, his face serious.

Yang Xiaotao glanced at the people lying on the bed with "cold" around him, "Doctor, is this disease contagious?"

The military doctor hesitated for a moment, "I don't know. Now it seems that he is contagious."

Yang Xiaotao nodded and didn't ask any more questions. Everyone felt contagious after hearing this, and their hearts skipped a beat, and they all left after a while.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Yang Xiaotao saw a guard leading an old man with a gray beard in.

Yang Xiaotao quickly followed.

The person who came was a barefoot doctor of this generation and the only doctor in the town who treated people.

As soon as the old doctor came in, his nose moved, his brows furrowed first, and then he came to a patient to check the situation.

First feel the pulse, then turn your eyelids and look at the base of the tongue.

As soon as I came down, I just needed a needle to prick me twice.

After a while, he shook his head in confusion, "Looking at the pulse, it doesn't look like he's sick, but this illness is weird."

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These days, the authority of old Chinese medicine practitioners is still very important.

It has not reached the point where traditional Chinese medicine doctors in later generations still need a license to treat patients.

"However, there is a way to deal with this hot and cold situation."

Several people came over again, and the military doctor even asked, "Sir, please take a look first and let the body temperature come down first."

The old doctor nodded, "Some people on this plateau have encountered this strange disease before, and they have been treated for malaria, but the effect was not very good."

"Later, my ancestors searched for herbal medicine locally and used it externally and internally, and the effect was pretty good."
To be continued...