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I'd like to share the manuscript of an anti-epidemic memoir that I saw, which the author has now organized into a column for Knowledge:
Reclaiming the Heartbeat of Wuhan: A Full Documentary of the Epidemic by First-Line Anesthesiologists
By Ling Chu-mian
Chapter 5: They're Soldiers Too
Wuhan's sky is never held up by medical staff alone.
During the epidemic, my work spanned a wide range of social exchanges, and I came into contact with a wide variety of groups and organizations during my time as a logistician, and I saw almost every aspect of the city.
I y realized that this dock city, with its vast Jianghu Qi, has never faded from the chivalrous heroism, logistics volunteers, enthusiastic merchants, volunteer bus drivers, couriers, police officers, cleaners and so on, are all making indispensable contributions to the epidemic, and the unforgettable sacrifices.
A
Chen Chen's story intersected with mine on the eve of New Year's Eve.
Chen Chen, 31, is an engineer in the medical equipment department of a municipal hospital in Wuhan; we were able to get the 100 sets of suits on New Year's Eve thanks to his contacts and arrangements. In the aftermath of a long time before I figured out the whole donation process: Zhejiang Medical Second Hospital teacher in the local anesthesia community after the fundraising, contacted the medical supply circle in Wuhan have access to Chen Chen; Chen Chen immediately contacted the manufacturer to get goods, after the hard good offices to get 100 pieces of protective clothing; he then arranged for the logistics side of the loading and transportation, and all the way to contact the driver; finally, as the recipient of the driver **** with the unloading of the goods, and I finally finished the distribution.
On the night of January 23rd, I received a call from Chen Chen after receiving the goods. On the other end of the phone, he coughed, while rambling, and emotional to me to tell his joy and emotion: "This batch of goods to hand really not easy! I begged my grandpa and grandma, and made seventy to eighty phone calls to get it! You must not waste it!"
At that time, I politely echoed and nodded yes, a little frightened by the enthusiasm of strangers; until a few days later, I chatted with him on WeChat and learned that: on the day of the phone call, he had already suffered from a new crown pneumonia.
On the eve of New Year's Eve, he had been coughing for nearly a week. After a CT scan of his lungs in the imaging department of his organization, he was completely flustered by an unspecified result: "The texture of both lungs is increasing, and infectious lesions are being considered." He immediately reported his health condition to the hospital, and his superiors sought his advice: hospitalization in the hospital isolation ward or home isolation?
At this time, he realized that the unit's personnel office also has two employees with symptoms of pneumonia, is being isolated in the hospital.
Hesitating, he chose to go home to isolate.
Now, because of the great efficacy of square pod hospitals, we all know that mildly ill patients should avoid the home and should be centrally isolated. But at a time when the concept of square pods was not yet on the table, Chen Chen's choice was not a sign of stupefaction, but rather a sign of stoicism and sacrifice on the part of the medical staff : first of all, his symptoms were very mild, with only a cough and a low-grade fever; and at a time when beds were in extremely short supply, saving a bed might have saved a life. Also, familiar doctors told him that hospitals are the most dangerous places to be at this time, prone to cross-infection in the general lack of protection.
So that day he paced home in dismay with a full bag of oral medication and three or four layers of masks - his wife and children had gone back to their grandmother's house, and the house was empty.
Out of the hospital outpatient hall, he ran into a funeral parlor hearse. The black hearse tore off the fragile strings of his heart, and the boundless fear came, so that the man of his age all the way home in tears.
Exactly when was the infection? Chen Chen recalled a few days ago the hospital ICU emergency expansion beds, he was wearing civilian clothes without protection in the ICU run in and out; there are several respiratory machines in the high intensity of the use of frequent failures; Chen Chen is responsible for the daily unit of medical equipment installation and commissioning, he ran for four or five consecutive days, only with a variety of accessories will be a few life-saving instrument repaired. The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers," he said. "The company has been working on a number of projects in the past few years, and has been able to provide a wide range of services to its customers.
So this engineer, who fought for valuable protective clothing for the clinical front line, got infected because of his own lack of protection.
It is hard for me to imagine how he spent this difficult time at home. But I do know that Chen Chen, consumed by fear, did not fold his arms. He didn't, and didn't dare, let himself be idle: contacting manufacturers, contacting hospitals, looking for protective materials, looking for shipping channels, opening passes, opening letters of acceptance...
My chats with Chen Chen
The virus had already stolen a march on him, but this warrior, still dragging his broken body, tried to protect more people.
Forty days later, Chen Chen was successfully released from the square-bay hospital, and he was smiling brightly under the blue sky.
Two
Zhou Qin (a pseudonym), a courier boy of the same age as me, is leaning on a pile of cargo to rest.
This Shunfeng freight yard on Xinhua Road is 1.5 kilometers away from the main part of the Union Hospital, and is one of the few logistics nodes still in operation during the closure of the city.
During the epidemic, this 200-square-meter open space became a tidal wave of goods, constantly sweeping and lapping at the seabed. Because it is the closest SF business location to the Union Hospital, this place has become the fire line of medical material protection; the daily throughput of a dozen cars of materials, medical materials sent to the Union Hospital accounted for the vast majority.
Zhou Qin and I met here.
The department's external liaison and material collection, unified fill in my name and phone number. Zhou Qin in this business point, almost every day to contact me to notify the pickup --- the early days of the epidemic in Wuhan, all trucks running at full capacity, sent to the freight point of the parcels do not have the spare capacity to distribute to households, only to pick up their own. Over and over, he and I became acquainted.
Every day at noon, I drove to this small car park after lunch, while surveying the pile of goods piled up into a small mountain, while yelling at Zhou Qin: "Write my name on the parcel where to put?" Zhou Qin, who was generally panting and busy at this time, flashed his finger and pointed to the "unknown place in the mountains," "Over there! It's over there, next to the box with Mr. Zhang's name on it." After that, he left me alone. I then circled around the various medical supplies - there were ventilators sent by overseas Chinese, expensive equipment worth hundreds of thousands of RMB, piled up on the bottom of the pile on wooden frames; there were masks squeezed out of foreign medical units, the packaging was already torn, and a corner of the worn cardboard box revealed the brand-new inner packaging, as if peeling off the skin of an ugly citrus and lifting out the fresh and juicy flesh; there were a large number of goggles donated by celebrity fans and sporadic protective materials donated by dedicated individuals; and there were a large number of protective materials donated by celebrity fans and sporadic protective materials donated by dedicated individuals; and there was a large number of goggles donated by celebrity fans. The amount of goggles donated by celebrity fan clubs and the sporadic protective materials donated by individuals; and a huge number of rubber gloves that have no place to put them and are stacked up against the wall --- I can only walk here and there, looking for piles of goods sorted out roughly by name.
After I find the package that was sent to me, I have to go through the other piles to see if there is any sign of my name; there was so much traffic during the outbreak that the guys couldn't keep up with the sorting errors, and I didn't know how many other packages with my name on them were floating along, so I had to double-check in the yard to make sure I didn't miss anything.
The parcels are transported up the ass, and often the next shipment is delivered. Just rest under the freight forwarders, only to hastily pick up a few mouthfuls of food, clean up the car park to the next wave of parcels to make room. My car if there is room, will wait for their next wave of sorting is completed, my package together. Half an hour of sorting is completed, their forehead and the bridge of the nose are sweaty, face wearing a few days mask has long been soaked, in the cold winter out of the white gas. After unloading this heavy labor, they will play a few rough jokes with each other, run to the side to smoke a cigarette for a while, and then start to call the recipient to pick up the goods without stopping.
The small yard where cars come and go, and parcels pile up and down, makes up the hottest part of the city that is frozen in time.
Zhou Qin and my general age, but the sideburns of the frost appears to be ten years older than me; he was born with a big voice, I always have to take the phone a little farther. After mixing well, he did not love to call me by my real name, but shouted to me unilaterally nicknamed: President. Day after day, I said: "President, your package today is quite solid," or "you do not come to the goods will be buried in other packages, can not find it do not blame me ha!"
Wuhan people are born this way, a mouth like a bandit choking sound barbaric bully very, recognize you as a friend on the whole! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
I've been picking up pieces in this yard for more than 20 days, and I've watched them get more and more emaciated every day, but I'm still hanging on by my fingernails.
There was an interview with a courier guy who made this great analogy: I feel like a machine gun deputy shooter on the battlefield in charge of pressurizing bullets and handing out ammo, and looking at packages sent to the hospital as if they were whistling bullets shooting at the enemy.
Zhou Qin they stick here, surrounded by tens of thousands of masks every day; but their faces are wet masks, but can not afford to change every day.
Three
The same time that the medical squeeze occurred in the Wuhan clinic, there was a blowout of medical waste.
Gauze swabs with blood, care pads soaked with body fluids, protective gowns kneaded into a ball, IV tubes dripping with medication, and countless virus-stained masks... These debris from clinical battles are special garbage, highly contagious and toxic with a not-so-low risk factor: special times. Many patients' puncture kits and dressing change kits are discarded directly after use, and blood collection needles and sharp edges of instruments that are not properly sorted into sharps boxes may be stuck out through the garbage bags, stabbing the cleaners' hands and feet at any time. In the epidemic, patients' vomit, used mattresses and even household garbage were all infectious and were included in the category of medical waste. The surge of medical waste, the same met the medical waste treatment capacity of the squeeze.
Hospitals with medical waste barrels waist-high, with a large capacity of more than 200 liters, a barrel of at least fifty or sixty kilograms -- usually a hospital single day at most forty to fifty barrels to deal with the outbreak of this figure soared to two or three hundred barrels; mountains of medical waste in the hospital garbage collection point backlog, the wind and sunshine to the surrounding dissemination of viruses; the existence of insects and rodents more so that the spread of diseases The risk of a potential biochemical crisis is brewing in the background.
The heart of the medical staff is hot.
Three
Wuhan between the epidemic, there are too many people I admire and moved. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey. I can only "salvage" digging some of the shiny fragments, and try to put into writing for everyone to see, but also for me to remember.
After the epidemic, those goodwill and touches, will be all wiped out.
Then let me use a running account to write down these warmth.
First, there is the story of Yang and the hoteliers.
Yang, a standardized training resident in our department, spent the middle of January in fear: her roommate, Wei Wei, had a fever and cough for several days, and a CT scan of her lungs showed a typical lung infection, and the dormitory was immediately in a state of panic; because her roommate had not yet been diagnosed and there was a shortage of beds in the hospital, Wei Wei was placed in the dormitory in situ quarantine, and Yang and her roommate, as close contacts, could only be temporarily placed in a room in the department. The only thing that can be done is to be temporarily placed in a duty room with a toilet in the department for isolation and observation.
After Wuhan sealed off the city, the epidemic situation has become more and more serious, Xiaoyang their isolation life, in the same floor of the ward patients diagnosed with new crown pneumonia became stormy. "The day the department teacher wearing isolation clothing came in and told us that this floor has a patient has been infected, my tears swish down ---" Xiao Yang's eyes and a little red, "is really scared ah --- although these days we are trapped in this room did not go out, but the ward air-conditioning system are connected! --- it's not guaranteed that there's cross-infection --- and then it's just wondering where we're going to stay next."
Yang's upheaval continues, as the wards on this floor are to be completely closed for thorough disinfection, according to hospital sensory regulations. "I heard that even the ceiling ceiling had to be removed for cleaning and disinfecting, so we definitely couldn't continue to live there." Yang recalled, "The hospital finally had no choice but to negotiate with us, can not be transferred to another floor of the duty room to continue to live - the problem is living in the ward, how are not safe ah."
They also tried to look outside the hospital. Here is the center of Hankou area, the surrounding hotels and lodgings; however, before and after the Spring Festival, most hotels are closed, still in business a few chain hotels also require residents to show health certificates, on the demand for long-term residence of the girls, communication with the hotel is full of frustration: "I entrusted my classmates to go to the hotel to talk about the hotel store manager, as soon as I heard that it is to isolate the immediate 10,000 reluctant to! "Yang smiled bitterly: "can understand, after all, are afraid of contagion, he as the hotel side is more afraid of affecting business." Her words are also a little choked: "Even if we let us live, to the price of one or two hundred per day, we can not afford to live ---"
However, the hotel owner and B&B owners, but after just one day to let the small Yang surprise speech.
"The next day the hotel's manager called us we said sorry, let us take the hotel as their own home how to live into --- in fact, we are quite embarrassed to add so much trouble to others." Xiao Yang was then told that the accommodation is free of charge, the hotel is responsible for the isolation period of the daily meals. "Really so touched---never thought I could meet so many warm-hearted people---solved the urgent need ah!"
What she doesn't know is that at the same moment in Wuhan, countless enthusiastic hoteliers are joining forces to provide rooms free of charge to needy healthcare workers -- Wuhan's public **** after the traffic closure, many healthcare workers without a private car commute to and from work has become a major problem (1) After 0:00 on January 26th, all non-special permit motor vehicles were banned from the road), and some lived far away from commuter bus stops, and had to trudge home in the wind and rain after intense clinical battles --- Wuhan's hospitality industry spontaneously banded together to focus on vacant lodging resources around hospitals during the closure of the city, and docked them to the weary medical fighters completely free of charge --- In the history of China, such a completely self-regulatory approach has been used in the past.
The enthusiasm of private car owners is also moving.
Wuhan sealed off the city as if to break the wrist, completely shutting down public **** traffic to the maximum extent possible to cut off the spread of commuters in the public **** space, but this is the same for the need to get to the front line of the medical workers in a timely manner caused great inconvenience.
In this two-river confluence of three towns in the giant city, many residential areas and commercial and administrative centers are far away from each other, and some of the medical staff living farther away from work need to cross half of Wuhan; thanks to the convenience of buses, subways, and ferries, they can usually get to the hospital with a shorter commute. But after the closure of the city, no private car people can only to more than ten kilometers of the road to work to send a helpless lament - even if the unit is equipped with a commuter car, the address is far from the site of the people are very difficult to catch up with these shifts in a timely manner.
Like the hotel industry, this time, Wuhan's local citizens with private cars mobilized. Seal the city in just a day or two, more than a dozen self-organized "volunteer health care workers love group" was set up, enthusiastic car owners according to the geographic area into the group, respectively, looking for docking neighboring health care workers, free transportation to and from work; many groups are very hot, not much longer the number of groups on the top of the group can not be added to it.
Not only is the personnel transport, in the transportation of the shortage of protective materials, private car owners also helped a lot. After extensive mobilization and hospital interface, these "volunteer courier brother" in Wuhan major warehouses and hospitals between the clinical front line to pull the shortage of masks, protective clothing, disinfectants, etc., our material security team long-term contact with the crowd, including many volunteer help private car owners.
In the face of the front of the medical warriors, Wuhan people have never begrudged their inner group of fire.
There are still some people and some things that are only left in the memory of the fuzzy fragments, or cell phone sealed dust photos.
Then let me record it.
There are community volunteers who bring live fish to their mothers who are bored at home between city closures.
There was the officer with the deep black circles under his eyes who saluted me after checking my license plate when he crossed the Moon Lake Bridge.
There are small restaurant owners who volunteer to cook and deliver food.
There is a **** enjoy the bicycle enterprise dispatcher, overnight to the travel difficulties of health care workers, pulling hundreds of booster.
There are tony boys who organize voluntary haircuts in hospitals.
There are also friends far away in Hebei, to the fever clinic medical care order takeout. （
All kinds, all kinds.
I can't write about all of this with my humble pen. I apologize.
May the light of goodwill shine far and wide.
On the night shift, a grandmother asked me to eat dinner without, I said: just take over the shift is quite busy do not have time to eat, after half an hour, the grandmother took a bowl of dumplings and a bottle of milk to my office, and a hard to ask me to eat while hot, but also said that I was too skinny, it is really very warm... Now I remember her kind smile! ...