It is fortunate that the captain reduced our travel time from 84 to 71 hours. In those 13 hours, the epidemic would have become a pandemic and led to the death of thousands of colonists.
The captain, however, never once has said "I told you so" to anyone. He is not one to give up an opportunity to be insufferably cheeky.
He spends most of his time planetside, doing what he can in assisting with quarantine procedures. For the most part, he does not deal with the ill, but with the healthy. The large numbers of infected have led to a breakdown in the work schedule and basic economy of the colony. Apparently, the captain has some experience with farming equipment.
In his spare time—the time he should be eating or sleeping—he visits the children's wing of the hospital and visits with them. His visits have become very popular, and the medical staff reports that it has positively impacted the children's recovery rates to be in the presence of a decorated Starfleet captain.
The remainder of the crew takes shifts between ship duties and assisting the colony. Dr. McCoy and his medical staff have been working without rest to eradicate the disease. The first few hours after we arrived at Tsingtseng, he did not know whether there was enough personnel and medicine to contain the disease. Now, seemingly by the force of will of the captain, it appears that the colony will fully recuperate from this.
The captain has left command of the ship to me. All systems are normal. Mr. Scott has rewired the emergency systems, and he is currently planetside, working with a biomedical engineer to fix some of the broken equipment at the hospital. Dr. McCoy has a standing order that anyone who should encounter the captain will sedate him and transport him to the Enterprise brig, where he is to remain until he sleeps for a 10 hour cycle and/or eats 3000 calories.
Thus far, no one has been successful in capturing the captain.