Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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never die. Of course, it was up to the Earth doctor to see that he didn't! [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Ten minutes later the Red Doctor reached for the results of the Initial the folks on Morua II didn't want a Contract with Hospital Earth. And they're still in the jungle, as far as their medicine goes. Witch doctors and spells." He tossed the Info-card down the chute with a growl. "So now we have an emergency call from them in a Contract code The surgeon in the green undershorts chewed his lip. "Looks like It had always been that way. Since the first formal Medical Service Earth had laboriously built its reputation on that single foundation stone: immediate medical assistance, without question or hesitation, whenever and wherever it was required, on any planet bound by Contract. transport, and in production techniques—but Earth stood unrivaled in its development of the biological sciences. Wherever an Earth ship landed, the crew was soon rendering Medical Services of one sort or the Medical Service Contract was formalized, and Hospital Earth came into being. Into all known corners of the galaxy ships of the General Practice Patrol were dispatched—"Galactic Pill Peddlers" forging a chain of Contracts from Aldebaran to Zarn, accepting calls, diagnosing ills, arranging for proper disposition of whatever medical problems they came across. Serious problems were shuttled back to Hospital Earth more frequently the GPP crews—doctors of the Red and Green services, representing the ancient Earthly arts of medicine and surgery—were able to handle the problems on the spot and by themselves. triangled her in, grappled her, and dropped her with a bone-jarring entrance lock burst open with a squeal of tortured metal. At least a does not die. We have you here now. You are doctors, you say. Cure him." They walked to the bedside and lifted back the covers. Jenkins took a limp paw in his hand. He finally found a palpable pulse just below the Doc." "Probably a viremia of some sort." Jenkins went over the great groaning hulk with inquiring fingers. "If it's a viremia, we're cooked," Stone whispered. "None of the drugs "What kind of freedom?" "We'll need supplies and information from our ship. We'll have to consult your physicians. We'll need healthy Moruans to examine—" "But you will cure him," Aguar said. "But what do you think we're going to do?" the surgeon wailed, back without a Bio-survey—look what happened on Baron when they tried it! Half the planetary population wiped out before they realized that the antibiotic was more deadly to the race than the virus was...." "Might not be such a bad idea for Morua," the Red Doctor muttered grimly. "Well, what did you expect me to do—politely refuse? And have our throats slit right on the spot?" He grabbed a pad and began "Well, we've got a little to go on just from looking at them. They're oxygen-breathers, which means they manage internal combustion of carbohydrates, somehow. From the grey skin color I'd guess at a cuprous or stannous heme-protein carrying system. They're carnivores, but god send in a full crew of technicians to a newly-Contracted planet to make the initial Bio-survey of the indigenous races. Bio-chemists, physiologists, anatomists, microbiologists, radiologists—survey doctor from Sol III. Anatomy was a broad determinant: a jelly-blob from handled external examinations and blood and tissue chemistries ran the X-ray and pan-endoscopic examinations. After four grueling hours the Red Doctor groaned and scowled at the growing pile of data. control room at gunpoint, along with a couple of minor medical having any that day. "Look," said Jenkins intensely. "You've seen this illness before. We haven't. So you can at least get us started. What kind of course does it run?" Silence. "All right then, what causes it? Do you know? Bacteria? Virus? Degeneration?" the Red Doctor cut him off. "It "Won't it, now! Well, we have iron needles and potions that eat the "I'll be in the sickroom in a very short while. If you're with me, I'll in bewilderment. "You're going to kill him," he moaned. "Prayers, promises, pills and post-mortems. That's the Medical service for you." Sam grinned. "Maybe you should operate on him. That "No thanks, not me. This is a medical case and it's all yours. What do you want me to do?" poke holes in the healthy ones! And then you send in this bag of cure the Boss here." Solemnly he slipped off his scarlet tunic and cap to the braziers at the bedside. "They're enough to give anybody a liter flask, tubing and needles. "I told you about the iron needles, didn't I? Hold this a moment." Jenkins handed him the liter flask. "Hold it high." He began searching for a vein on the patient's baggy arm. The Moruan equivalent of blood flowed back greenishly in the tube for an instant as he placed the needle then the flask began to drip slowly. Jenkins held up his hand for silence. He allowed the first intravenous flask to pour in rapidly drip-drip-drip. bottle. In a moment the fluid in the flask was churning and boiling, an "Now!" said Jenkins, pulling out a long thin rubber tube. "This should annoy the Spirit of the Pox something fierce." He popped the tube into the patient's mouth. His Eminence rose up with a gasp, choking and fighting, but the tube went down. The Red Doctor ground three white pills into powder, mixed in some water, and poured it down the tube. rhythm with the intravenous drip ... and waited. purple stuff gurgled quietly. An hour passed, and another. Suddenly Jenkins motioned to Kiz. "His pulse—quickly!" Kiz scampered gratefully over to the bedside. "A hundred and eighty," He changed the dwindling intravenous bottle. "Call me when the bottle They woke him once, hours later, to change the intravenous solution, administered more of the white powder in water down the tube, and went patient's vital signs, wiped more sweat from his furry brow. Quite through to somebody at HQ," he said as the Red Doctor climbed aboard. they've got things all wrong back at HQ." He brandished a huge roll Services of Hospital Earth. "Take a look, my boy—the juiciest Medical finished his first lesson, and he's still wondering what went on—" "So am I," said the Green Doctor suspiciously. "It was simple. We cured His Eminence of the Pox." "With what? Incantations?" "Oh, the incantations were for the ," said Jenkins. "They expected them, obviously, since that was the only level of medicine the circumstances, except for a little supportive therapy. Without a Bio-survey we were hamstrung. But whatever the Pox is, it obviously involves fever, starvation and dehydration. I knew that His Eminence could assimilate carbohydrates, and I took a long gamble that an antipyretic wouldn't hurt him too much—" Wally Stone's jaw sagged. "So you treated him with sugar-water and aspirin," he said weakly. "And on that you risked our necks." "Not quite," said the Red Doctor. "You're forgetting that I had one other prescription to use—the oldest, most trustworthy healer-of-all-ills known to medicine, just as potent now as it was a thousand years ago. Without it, Hospital Earth might just as well pack

<question>:
What kind of IV drip did the doctor give the patient?

<options>:
A glucose
B aspirin solution
C viremia drugs
D antibiotic

<answer>:

A