ah.thefinaldiagnosis-第79部分
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elivered to the hospital for seriously ill patients who could not be moved。 Of the remaining patients； as many as possible were being discharged to their homes； while others； for whom hospital care was still essential； were being transferred to other institutions in and around Burlington； now mobilizing their own facilities to meet the emergency influx from Three Counties。
An hour ago； knowing that the process of transfer would have to continue far into the night； Harry Tomaselli had given the order for evacuation to begin。 Now a line of ambulances； summoned by telephone from all available points； had begun to assemble outside the emergency entrance。 Meanwhile； in the wards and private pavilion； nurses and doctors were working briskly； moving patients from beds to stretchers and wheel chairs in readiness for their unexpected journey。 For those with time for thinking it was a sad and somber moment。 For the first time in its forty…year history Three Counties Hospital was turning the sick and the injured away from its doors。
There was a light tap； and Orden Brown entered the administrator's office。 He listened attentively while Harry Tomaselli reported what had been done since their meeting four hours earlier。 At the end the board chairman asked； 〃The city health authorities…have they been here again？〃
〃Not yet；〃 Tomaselli answered。 〃We're expecting them now。〃
Orden Brown said quietly； 〃Then if you don't mind； I'll wait with you。〃
After a pause the board chairman turned to O'Donnell。 〃Kent； this isn't important now； but I'll tell you while I think of it。 I've had a call from Eustace Swayne。 When all this is over he would like you to go and see him。〃
For an instant the effrontery of the request left O'Donnell speechless。 It was obvious why Eustace Swayne wanted to talk with him； there could be only one reason…despite everything the old man intended to use his money and influence in an attempt to intercede for his friend； Dr。 Joseph Pearson。 After all that had happened over the past few days it seemed unbelievable that such blindness and presumption could exist。 A boiling fury seethed within O'Donnell。 He said explosively； 〃To hell with Eustace Swayne and all his works！〃
〃May I remind you；〃 Orden Brown said icily； 〃that you happen to be speaking of a member of the hospital board。 Whatever your disagreements； he at least is entitled to be treated with courtesy。〃
O'Donnell faced Orden Brown； his eyes blazing。 Very well； he thought； if this is the showdown； then let's have it。 I've finished with hospital politics…for good and as of now。
At the same moment a buzzer sounded on the administrator's desk。 〃Mr。 Tomaselli；〃 a girl's voice said on the inter； 〃the public…health officers have just arrived。〃
It was three minutes to five。
As they had on a morning six weeks earlier…the day on which； as he realized now； Kent O'Donnell had received his first warning of impending disruption in the hospital…the chimes of the Church of the Redeemer announced the hour as the small group threaded its way through the corridors of Three Counties。 Led by O'Donnell； it included Orden Brown； Harry Tomaselli； and Dr。 Norbert Ford； city health officer of Burlington。 Behind them were Mrs。 Straughan； the chief dietitian； who had arrived at the administration suite as they were leaving； and a young assistant health officer whose name O'Donnell had missed in the flurry of introductions。
Now that his initial anger was over； the chief of surgery was relieved that the interruption of a few minutes ago had prevented what could have bee a major quarrel between himself and Orden Brown。 He realized that all of them； himself included； had bee unnaturally tense over the past few days； and the board chairman had； after all； done no more than relay a message。 O'Donnell's real quarrel was with Eustace Swayne； and he had already resolved to meet the old tycoon face to face as soon as this present business was over。 Then； whatever overtures Swayne chose to make； O'Donnell planned to respond with plain； blunt words； no matter what the consequences might be。
It had been Kent O'Donnell's suggestion that the group should visit the pathology department。 He had told the city health officer； 〃At least you'll see we're doing everything possible to trace the source of infection。〃
Dr。 Ford had at first demurred。 〃There's been no suggestion that you're not； and I doubt if I could add anything to what your pathologists are doing；〃 he had said。 But at O'Donnell's insistence he had agreed to go； and now they were en route to the basement pathology lab。
John Alexander glanced up as the group entered； then continued with the sugar test he was carrying out。 Pearson； on seeing O'Donnell and Orden Brown； moved forward to meet them； wiping both hands on his already soiled lab coat。 At a signal from Harry Tomaselli； David Coleman followed him。
O'Donnell handled the introductions。 As Pearson and Dr。 Norbert Ford shook hands the health officer asked； 〃Have you e up with anything？〃
〃Not yet。〃 Pearson gestured around the lab。 〃As you can see； we're still working。〃
O'Donnell said； 〃Joe； I thought you should know。 Dr。 Ford has ordered the closing of our kitchens。〃
〃Today？〃 There was disbelief in Pearson's voice。
The health officer nodded gravely。 〃I'm afraid so。〃
〃But you can't do that！ It's ridiculous！〃 This was the old aggressive Pearson； his voice belligerent； eyes flashing behind the mask of tiredness。 He stormed on； 〃Why； man alive； we'll be working all night； and every subculture will be finished by midday tomorrow。 If there's a carrier； all the chances are we'll have learned who it is。〃
〃I'm sorry。〃 The health officer shook his head。 〃We can't take that chance。〃
〃But closing the kitchens means closing the hospital。〃 Pearson fumed。 〃Surely you can wait until morning…at least until then。〃
〃I'm afraid not。〃 Dr。 Ford was polite but firm。 〃In any case； the decision is not entirely mine。 The city simply cannot afford the possibility of a wider epidemic。 At the moment your outbreak is within these walls； but at any point it could spread outside。 It's that we're thinking of。〃
Harry Tomaselli put in； 〃We're serving the evening meal； Joe； and that will be the last。 We're sending home all the patients we can and transferring most of the others。〃
There was silence。 Pearson's face muscles were working。 His deep…set； red…rimmed eyes seemed close to tears。 His voice near a whisper； he said； 〃I never thought I'd see the day 。 。 。〃
As the group turned away O'Donnell added quietly； 〃To tell the truth； Joe； neither did I。〃
They had reached the door when John Alexander announced； 〃I have it。〃
As a unit the group turned。 Pearson asked sharply； 〃You have what？〃
〃A definite typhoid。〃 Alexander pointed to the row of sugar tubes on which he had been working。
〃Let me see！〃 Almost at a run； Pearson crossed the lab。 The others had turned back into the room。
Pearson looked at the row of tubes。 Nervously his tongue touched his lips。 If Alexander were right； this was the moment they had worked for。 〃Call off the list；〃 he said。
John Alexander picked up a textbook open at a double page。 It was a tabulated chart of biochemical reactions of bacteria in sugar tubes。 Putting a finger on the column headed 〃Salmonella typhi；〃 he prepared to read down。
Pearson picked up the first of the ten tubes。 He called out； 〃Glucose。〃
Checking the list； Alexander answered； 〃Acid formation； but no gas。〃
Pearson nodded。 He replaced the tube and selected a second。 〃Lactose。〃
〃No acid； no gas；〃 Alexander read。
〃Right。〃 A pause。 〃Dulcitol。〃
Again Alexander read； 〃No acid； no gas。〃
〃Sucrose。〃
〃No acid； no gas。〃 Once more the correct reaction for typhoid bacilli。 The tension in the room was mounting。
Pearson took another tube。 〃Mannitol。〃
〃Acid formation； but no gas。〃
〃Correct。〃 Another。 〃Maltose。〃
〃Acid； but no gas。〃
Pearson nodded。 Six down； four to go。 Now he said； 〃Xylose。〃
Once more Alexander read； 〃Acid； but no gas。〃
Seven。
〃Arabinose。〃
John Alexander said； 〃Either acid but no gas or no reaction at all。〃
Pearson announced； 〃No reaction。〃
Eight。 Two more。
〃Rhamnose？〃
〃No reaction。〃
Pearson lo
