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04-09-2006, 17:26
Ji-son Tae was ill, her parents had not thought much of it at first, thinking their six year old child had been infected with a cold from one of the children at math school that she had just recieved admission to, one of the best in Changchun.
Though now she was turning blue, and had a searing fever of 41 degrees, the highest fever that either of the parents had seen since Ji-son's mother, Tae-do had lost her father to the Avian Plague of 2006.
So now they where at the Hu Jintao Hospital in Changchun, sitting in the reception area as thier daughter gasped for air. Each time she breathed in, a squeal of indescribable horror was emitted from her throat. The sound terrified Tae-do and Ji-son Tae's father Ji Chang to a level neither had felt before, Ji Chang saw as the blood from his wife's delicate maternal face disappeared and a sullen look came over her face, as if she was suffering alongside her daughter.
Suddenly, Ji-son collapsed.
The doctors, some native, others European, one obviously a refugee from the Pakistani War, worked around Ji-son. They tried everything. they had stuck a tube down her throat, placing her on a ventilator, and waited, hoping for the best. They dripped medinces and nutrients into her continuously, hoping that this disease was not what they belived.
One of them, a Englishman named Francis Hubbel called up a collegue of his from his days at school. Tobais Underridge was a respritory expert at Johns Hopkins medical school in the United States. In his twenty-five years in the field, he had become on of the top researchers in his field, and was known for his work in developing a cure for the Avian flu back in 2006. Hubbel pressed down the number six on his speed dial, and his cell phone began to call Tobais. It rang once, twice, six times, and Francis recieved a familiar voice.
"Hi, this is Tobais Underridge, if you are calling for professional reasons, try my work phone, if for personal reasons, please leave me a brief message, your name and your number and I will try my best to call you back, thanks" francis could not belive it, how could he have forgotten that if was two o'clock at night in the States.
Francis waited as the beep signaled for him to begin to speak, "Tobias, this is Francis Hubbel, you know, from our Cambridge days. I need you to call me back as soon as you wake up, it is an urgent matter. I have a patient with something, something worse than Avian. Call me back." Click. As Francis hung up, he heard a singluar, sustaining beep from the heart monitor, a beep that could only mean one thing, whatever this was, it was fatal.
Though now she was turning blue, and had a searing fever of 41 degrees, the highest fever that either of the parents had seen since Ji-son's mother, Tae-do had lost her father to the Avian Plague of 2006.
So now they where at the Hu Jintao Hospital in Changchun, sitting in the reception area as thier daughter gasped for air. Each time she breathed in, a squeal of indescribable horror was emitted from her throat. The sound terrified Tae-do and Ji-son Tae's father Ji Chang to a level neither had felt before, Ji Chang saw as the blood from his wife's delicate maternal face disappeared and a sullen look came over her face, as if she was suffering alongside her daughter.
Suddenly, Ji-son collapsed.
The doctors, some native, others European, one obviously a refugee from the Pakistani War, worked around Ji-son. They tried everything. they had stuck a tube down her throat, placing her on a ventilator, and waited, hoping for the best. They dripped medinces and nutrients into her continuously, hoping that this disease was not what they belived.
One of them, a Englishman named Francis Hubbel called up a collegue of his from his days at school. Tobais Underridge was a respritory expert at Johns Hopkins medical school in the United States. In his twenty-five years in the field, he had become on of the top researchers in his field, and was known for his work in developing a cure for the Avian flu back in 2006. Hubbel pressed down the number six on his speed dial, and his cell phone began to call Tobais. It rang once, twice, six times, and Francis recieved a familiar voice.
"Hi, this is Tobais Underridge, if you are calling for professional reasons, try my work phone, if for personal reasons, please leave me a brief message, your name and your number and I will try my best to call you back, thanks" francis could not belive it, how could he have forgotten that if was two o'clock at night in the States.
Francis waited as the beep signaled for him to begin to speak, "Tobias, this is Francis Hubbel, you know, from our Cambridge days. I need you to call me back as soon as you wake up, it is an urgent matter. I have a patient with something, something worse than Avian. Call me back." Click. As Francis hung up, he heard a singluar, sustaining beep from the heart monitor, a beep that could only mean one thing, whatever this was, it was fatal.