On Wednesday morning, John finally waited for news that the floodwaters in Louisville were beginning to subside. He packed his bags and prepared to return to Cincinnati early the next morning with a birthday present for his daughter Ella, a beagle named Doberton.www.biquge.info But after taking a nap at noon, John found himself tragically ill. Headaches, nasal congestion, runny nose, dry and itchy throat, yes, these are the standard cold symptoms. If it were in 2016, a cup of cold and cold from China would have been the perfect solution to this problem. But now it was January 1937, and even penicillin and sulfonamides were still in the laboratory and had not entered clinical use, and the cold was really a "tragedy".

John lay on the bed, looking at the bottle of potion in his hand with a strange color and the smell of an unknown chemical agent, and never mustered up the courage to drink it. This is the so-called cold medicine left by Pastor Edward, whom Susan hired. Reverend Edward was a military physician for the U.S. Expeditionary Force during World War I. During the Second Battle of the Marne, he was awarded the Order of Merit for Service by Congress for sawing off hundreds of wounded soldiers' thighs in one fell swoop. The wound on John's forehead was bandaged by Pastor Edward in a very professional manner. After the war, Edward became a pastor at a church in Asheville. In this era when there are no bactericidal drugs, most patients will die of wound inflammation after surgery. John speculated maliciously that Dr. Edward had become a pastor because he was helpless about the complications after surgery and could only hope to pray to God.

Although Pastor Edward's medical skills were well known in the neighborhood, John still couldn't trust him. In this era, medical treatment is very scarce, and the side effects of various drugs are alarming. In fact, even the king of drugs****** was once a best-selling product of Bayer, widely used to treat chest pain, bronchitis, asthma, and even added to children's cough medicine. It was not until 1952 that the British removed the name of ****** from the Pharmacopoeia. God knows what Pastor Edward added to this bottle of potion, and it had been less than a week since John had traveled, and it would have been a tragedy if he had hung up because of a cup of cold medicine.

John actually knows that the main thing about a cold is his own body resistance. Most of the cold medicines used in later generations were only to relieve symptoms. The so-called taking medicine or not is a week, and recovery still depends on autoimmunity. But in his life, John had experienced the terrible Spanish flu. In 1918~1919, the flu epidemic caused about 1 billion infections and 25 million to 40 million deaths worldwide. That's even more than the number of deaths in the First World War, which lasted 52 months. Some historians even believe that the flu was one of the reasons for the early end of World War I, as countries no longer had additional troops to fight.

Out of the lingering fear of the flu, John endured his headache and struggled to remember how to cure his colds in later generations. Fenpidex, ibuprofen, white plus black, and banlan root, these traditional Chinese medicines, Western medicines, and Chinese patent medicines are definitely not available. John vaguely remembers that when he was a child, his mother would cook a kind of porridge for him with ginger, green onions, and vinegar when he caught a cold. But now the Baltimore farm doesn't even have rice for porridge. John could only ask Susan to help him squeeze a glass of thick lemon juice, hoping that vitamin C would help him resist the invasion of the cold virus.

"It seems that my body is a little weak in this life", John thought to himself as he drank lemonade. John's father, George Vanderbilt, died of illness in his early 50s, and only three of the three Vanderbilt generations of Vanderbilt survived the age of 60. Four generations of Vanderbiltry, cousin Reginald died at the age of 45. It was not for nothing that John began to worry about his physical condition.

However, considering that the founder of the family, Cornelius Vanderbilt Sr., who was born in poverty, lived to be 93 years old, and the family should not have much problem in terms of genetics, and the short life of the family members should be caused by an overly extravagant and indulgent lifestyle. In fact, most family members who die early have a history of alcohol and drug dependence. And those who live a more rigorous and regular life, such as his cousin Harold, who was born to like sports, lived to be 84 years old in good health. Thinking of the health TV shows that his mother liked to watch in his previous life, John decided to wait for this illness to recover and hire a Chinese medicine doctor from Chinatown to help him recuperate.

After all, the body is the capital of the "revolution". China's great man of the same age as himself almost made it to the return of Hong Kong alive. John doesn't have high requirements for himself, so he has to live until the reform and opening up, and go back to his "hometown" to see it once before he dies. Wealth does not return to the hometown, just like a brocade night walk. At this point, John is probably influenced by the traditional Chinese "small peasant thinking" brought by his previous life.

After a day of groggy sleep in the bed, an unexpected person appeared at the door of John's bedroom.

"Adele, why are you here?"

"My dear, Su Shan said that you are sick and worried about me!" Walking in was John's wife, Adele. She wore a beige coat that cinched her waist, curly brown hair under a small beaver fur top hat, and her big blue eyes were full of concern.

"It's just a cold, why would Ella be willing to let you go?"

"Mary (the maid in the house) will take care of me," Adele touched John's forehead with concern as she spoke, and examined the wound on his forehead carefully. "You can't be so careless next time. Ella is waiting for you to take him to Lake Erie to hunt wild ducks. ”

"Okay, there won't be a next time. I promise, dear. John enjoyed his wife's care and was in a much better mood.

"By the way, I'll go to the kitchen and prepare medicine for you. My dad learned it from the Far East, and I used to eat it when I was a child, and it worked. With that, Adele got up and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Soon, a steaming cup of "potion" with a familiar spicy smell was brought to John. "Drink it hot, it works great." John took a sip, and the familiar taste brought tears to his eyes, isn't this brown sugar ginger water? John remembered that his father-in-law, Mr. Degallo, had been engaged in rubber plantations in Vietnam in his early years, and his business had been in the GD, GX and FJ coastal areas of China, and now they still had a few Nanyang servants at home who spoke GD vernacular.

It's still the original recipe, and it's still a familiar taste. After sweating profusely, the next morning, John's cold was basically cured. During breakfast, John and Adele decided not to go back to Cincinnati for the rest of the day, and they planned to take the train directly to New York for the weekend. It's been a long time since Ella was born, and John and Adele haven't spent a weekend together. They decided to take the opportunity to relax and enjoy an oyster meal at the famous restaurant at Grand Central Station, a show on Broadway, and a train back to Cincinnati on Monday after attending a Ford Foundation charity event on Sunday night.

For this sudden short vacation, Adele is very excited. Along the way, they chattered non-stop, like a school girl who participated in a social activity for the first time. Instead of using the family's exclusive luxury car, John booked a travel box on the most recent train. Considering that they were only three nights in New York, John did not arrange for someone to tidy up his New York residence, but booked a suite at the Woolford Hotel next to Grand Central Station.

As a member of the Vanderbilt family, John couldn't be more familiar with Grand Central Station. Located in the heart of Manhattan, this station is a symbol of the Vanderbilt family's railroad empire. John knew that there was a secret passage under the Central Station that led to the elevator to the Wooldev Inn. When U.S. President Franklin D. Roosevelt came to New York, he often used this passage to avoid being followed by reporters. Adele is very interested in this secret passage, and she looks like an adventurous child. When Friday night fell, John and Adele arrived in New York, the capital of the world.