Wakoku Hokkaido, a remote village next to the road.

Under the thick shade of the trees, a man in a black kimono lay on a straw mat, a** in pain. A ceramic bowl was haphazardly placed around him, and it was empty. A few rice balls were placed on a piece of oiled paper, attracting a swarm of flies to circle around the rice balls, and even though the man lay on the side and occasionally waved his hand weakly to catch them, he refused to fly far, hovering in the air for a few seconds, and then flew down again, scrambling for this rare food.

A young man dressed in a black student uniform and wearing a student hat, who looked like a student on a study tour, walked slowly from a distance with a satchel on his back. He saw the man on the side of the road looking very painful, and couldn't help but step forward and ask, "Excuse me, where are you uncomfortable?" Why don't I go to the village and call someone to help you? ”

When the man was in unbearable pain, he suddenly heard someone talking, and quickly opened his eyes, showing a look of hope and said, "Water, give me water!" I've been thirsty all day! If you don't have any more water to drink, you're going to die of thirst! ”

Seeing that his lips were cracked and his skin was rough and sallow, and that he seemed to be telling the truth, the young man hurriedly rummaged through his satchel, intending to take out the kettle he had brought. Seeing him like this, the man's cloudy eyes shot a longing gaze, barely supporting him to raise his upper body and stretch out his arms to the young man.

At this moment, an old man ran out of the village intersection in the distance, waving his hands and shouting loudly. Because the distance was still far away, and it was downwind, the young man vaguely heard the shouting of don't want to.

"Don't want anything? Is it to ignore this patient? Just give him a drink, as for that? Are the people in this village cold-blooded? ”

Although the young man was puzzled and dismissive, the kettle in his hand stopped being handed out, and he carefully discerned it with his ears sideways. "Get out of here, don't come into contact with him, he's sick with the Spanish flu, which is highly contagious!"

As the old man drew closer, the young man heard the shouting clearly, his face changed greatly, and he took a few great steps back from the lying man.

The young man's name is Quan Yuntian, and he is the son of the Kansai chaebol Quan Jintang. This time, he left home alone to travel everywhere and feel the customs of various places, and it has been half a year. However, the more he traveled, the more he felt that the mountains and rivers were very cramped, as if a breath was accumulated in his chest, and he wanted to vent but he couldn't always enjoy it, and it was quite uncomfortable.

Not long after he crossed the sea to Hokkaido, he also came into contact with the big flu that the old man said. This flu is different from previous flu in that the infection rate and mortality rate are particularly high, and the younger the person, the more likely they are to be infected and die faster. Seeing more deaths, he became deeply vigilant, and he no longer took it seriously. Hide if you can, and try not to touch the sick. Who knew that this time, the man lying in the shade of the tree had different symptoms than he understood, so he relaxed his vigilance.

The old man ran to Quan Yuntian's side, panting and said: "Young man, when I saw you coming from afar, I knew that it was not good, and you didn't listen to you, but fortunately you acted carefully, so you didn't have the way of this bad boy." He was sick and kicked out of our village for several days, and he stayed here all the time. The people of the village knew about him, and no one paid attention to him. He started with passers-by, either to eat or drink, and not to say that he was sick, and that he had already caused several passers-by to be infected by him. ”

Quan Yuntian's eyes when he looked at the man on the ground instantly became fierce, and at the same time, he was secretly glad that there were still well-wishers in this village, otherwise once he was infected and died outside, there would be no one to collect his body.

"Uncle, how sick are the patients in the village? Is it just such a patient? ”

Quan Yuntian also wanted to ask about the situation in the village, so as not to rush into death.

The old man shook his head lightly and said, "There are no patients in the village now, except for him, the rest are dead. Come with me, climb the side hill, and you'll understand. ”

Quan Yuntian followed the old man to the left and climbed a small hill, and the scene in front of him startled him. The back of the hillside is densely packed with new tombs, and the simple wooden tombstones erected are still exposed in white wooden primary colors, looking at it, like a white gun array, making people's scalp tingle!

If you pull the perspective upwards and look down on the earth from a wider sky, places like this are everywhere, like pieces of ringworm mustard, embedded in the sky. It crossed the Sea of Japan, crossed Liaodong Bay, landed on the land of China, and spread everywhere in the vast land from north to south and from west to east.

Harbin, an important city in the north, is known as the Moscow of the East and the little Paris of the East, an international commercial port, and has now become a dead city. Eight years ago, the city had just experienced an epidemic of plague, and if it weren't for Wu Liande, M.D., Cambridge University, the city would have been destroyed. It's only been eight years, and many families have not yet come out of their grief before they have ushered in a new blow.

In large cities with a population of more than one million, more than 400,000 people are infected with the flu. Every day, the funeral bell of the church will ring, and there are people who blow suona and wear white filial piety cloth to walk through the streets to mourn the funeral.

At the Infectious Disease Prevention and Control Hospital, Dr. Wu Liande, who had saved the city, was back here, and he was holding an epidemic prevention meeting with his colleagues.

"Although the epidemic is still very serious, with more than 40% of the infected area, fortunately, there are enough medicinal materials for the treatment of influenza in the market, and even ordinary people have stored a lot of traditional Chinese medicine in their homes in advance, so the overall fatality rate is much lower than that of foreign countries. My friend sent a telegram from the Japanese and Southeast Asia, where the fatality rate has exceeded 5%, while ours is less than 0.9%, which is a blessing in misfortune! ”

"Although that's right, but Dr. Wu, the prices of many medicinal materials are too outrageous, not to mention the ordinary sick people, even the rich families in the city are shouting that they can't afford to take medicine!"

A doctor in a white coat said disappointedly.

"Yes, although we relied on the timely release of medicinal materials to withstand the most ferocious attack of the flu in the early stage, we really want to control this infectious disease, and the lack of money and medicine is our biggest problem! I will actively apply for anti-epidemic funds from above, and I hope that everyone can mobilize all sectors of society to actively donate, only with a multi-pronged approach, we will see the hope of success! ”

After Wu Liande finished speaking, the doctors present nodded one after another. A doctor with glasses wanted to speak and stopped, but was seen by Wu Liande, and hurriedly said: "Doctor Sun, I think you seem to have something to say, why don't you just say it?" At this time, we need to work together, maybe your words can save tens of thousands of lives! ”

Dr. Sun hurriedly got up and said, "Dr. Wu, it's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I don't know how to say it. I noticed a new phenomenon in the area in charge of epidemic prevention, many patients did not have the money to buy medicine, but they actually got better very quickly. Although there are a few people who die, in general, the number of survivors is much higher than that of death. ”

"Oh, there's such a thing. How can they resist the onslaught of the flu if they don't take their medicine? ”

"I observed for a long time, only to find out that they heard from somewhere that ordinary garlic can make people who are sick get better quickly, and those who don't get sick can also reduce the probability of getting sick by eating garlic."

Wu Liande was overjoyed when he heard this, and grabbed Dr. Sun's wrist, "Are you sure?" You must know that if such news is true, you are a Buddha of all families, and the people of the whole country will be grateful to you! ”

Doctor Sun nodded firmly, looked into Wu Liande's eyes and said, "I'm sure!" And I found that the more I was in the endemic area, the more abundant the supply of garlic became. This situation is no coincidence, and I suspect that someone stockpiled garlic in advance and shipped it to the endemic area. Compared with the sky-high price of medicinal materials, garlic, which is still available at a low price, is the miracle medicine that we should vigorously promote! ”

"Not bad!" Wu Liande patted Dr. Sun's shoulder excitedly, "I'll go with you to the epidemic area you are responsible for, and if the effect can be determined, I will announce the news in the newspaper in my name." At that time, I believe that the end of the epidemic in the whole country will not be too far away! ”