"Would you like some fruit? Mr. Williams. Lena asked.

"What kind of fruit?"

"The cherries from the nearby farm are ripe, we went to buy some and came back, they were very sweet, let's try some, they have been washed." Lena said, lifting the cloth covering the basket, revealing the bright red cherries inside.

"Oh, it's really beautiful, how about I taste it." Muyang reached out and took the cherry handed over by Lina and threw one into his mouth.

"Very good, it tastes delicious, thank you so much for the hospitality of the two beautiful young ladies." Mu Yang said slightly exaggeratedly.

"Mr. Williams, you are really an English gentleman, and you just ate a few cherries and said it was a treat." Lena said this, glancing at Gladiace, and the two girls giggled.

"Yes, I've had the most delicious thing of the year, and these cherries are so much better than those canned ones, thank you both." Then Muyang seemed to suddenly think of something, and said to the two girls, "In order to thank the two of you, I want to give you a small gift." ”

The two girls looked at Mu Yang curiously, "What is it, Mr. Williams?" ”

Mu Yang's hand reached into his pocket, and when he took it out, there were already two more pieces of golden tin foil wrapped in his palm, and Mu Yang handed his hand to the two girls, "Give it to the two beautiful young ladies." ”

The girls took the things handed out by Muyang, Lena looked at it, carefully peeled off the gold tin foil, and then said in surprise: "It's really chocolate, oh my God, I haven't eaten chocolate for a long time." What a good man, Mr. Williams, you are, a gentleman. ”

"Mr. Williams. If you like cherries, I'll send you to the ward. Gladys said happily.

To know. Now chocolate is definitely considered a luxury, due to the war. The price of chocolate has risen a lot, and the quantity is scarce, which is not something that Lina and her family are usually willing to eat.

"No, it's enough to have this handful of cherries in my hand, you know, you can't eat too many good things, otherwise you will lose that delicious feeling." Muyang said.

"You speak so philosophically, like a poet." Lena looked at Muyang with starry eyes.

In the afternoon, Mu Yang carried a large leather bag. Find Elver. Abbott.

"Joseph, what have you brought with you, do you need such a big suitcase, do you want to move here?" Elver asked, puzzled.

"There are my clothes and some medical paraphernalia and some medicines, hopefully for Alan. Swift was able to make a difference. Muyang patted the big suitcase.

"What do you want to do?"

"Let's see how it goes." Mu Yang said, opening the big suitcase in his hand, revealing the equipment inside. It's really complete, all the things that Muyang can use. It's all been put inside, and of course, the packaging that might cause leaks has been cleaned up. Even the packaging of the pills has been replaced with clear glass bottles marked with number one. Number two, number three. The effect of the drugs in it is known only to Muyang himself.

Wear a white dust suit. Bring a hat, face mask with breath filtration function, rubber gloves, shoe covers, protective glasses, after Mu Yang put on this, directly let Elver. Abbott was dumbfounded.

"Joseph, what are you going to do, and what are these things for?" Elver asked.

Muyang said angrily behind the mask: "This is what I made myself, and I used it to protect against the virus." ”

"Virus, what do you mean?" Elver didn't understand what Muyang meant.

Mu Yang thought that if he said it now, Elver might not necessarily understand, so don't say it well, otherwise he may not be able to finish talking for a day, and it is very likely that he will be confused by Elver, who studies medicine. Williams also studied medicine, but he had no concept of the virus at all, and as for Muyang, he only knew some knowledge from books or society, and he didn't go deep at all, and he wasn't even half-baked.

"I'll talk about this later, this outfit is very hot, let's go see Alan first. Swift bar. Muyang said.

"Okay, follow me."

In a separate room, Muyang finally met Allen. Swift, a man who looked to be in his thirties, had black hair that was now a little messy and dry, probably due to a long-term high fever and dehydration. Swift now has sunken eye sockets, a dark face, and a look of death.

Mu Yang stepped forward and took a closer look at Allen. Swift's condition, I tested my temperature with my hand, and it was still very hot. Swift had fallen into a deep coma, Mu Yang tried to move his head, but there was no reaction, if it weren't for the fact that his lungs were still floating up and down, Mu Yang would really think that this was a dead man.

Muyang looked at the past, but in fact, he didn't understand anything, and he couldn't understand it.

"Elver, how did you get treated?" Muyang turned his head and asked Elver, at this moment Elver also brought something like a scarf, maybe it was a primitive mask, it seems that they also understand the truth that illness comes from the mouth, but as for what the principle is, it is estimated that it is unknown.

"I took some antipyretics and flu medicines, which are the most effective drugs on the market, but they still have little effect, do you have any help."

"I'll give it a try, but there's no guarantee that it will work." Muyang doesn't dare to pack a ticket now, if he is cured, he really doesn't know what will happen to the system, but now he can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, so he can only try it.

"Anyway, I can't help it, just ask the nurse to wipe his body with alcohol to cool down these days, and then pour some liquid food and medicine, but I don't think he can last two days, if you have any ideas, just try, or you will die." Elver said with a sense of confidence.

Muyang was very speechless, the doctor in 1918 was definitely not much different from the butcher, it was said that when he did surgery, ten went to the operating table, and at most six survived, and whether he could survive later depends on the luck of the patient.

People who can survive the risks of surgery, avoid wound infection, and are definitely the kind of people who are unlucky. Even when a woman gives birth to a child, she is two or three out of ten, no wonder giving birth to a child is called closing the ghost door and walking around.

A scalpel, you use it and I use it, it doesn't have sterilization, it's strange if it doesn't die. It is estimated that the scalpel is countless times more than the virus in the dirt belt on the ground.

"Then Elver, I'm going to start." Mu Yang said, took out a small bottle of antipyretic injection from the suitcase, and drew it into the syringe, which was the glass syringe that Mu Yang was looking for.

Muyang held the syringe in one hand and carried Allen in the other. Swift's arm fiddled with for a long time, but it never pierced. To be honest, Mu Yang really doesn't know anything about intravenous injection, so he really can't just prick it into his ass and push it indiscriminately. (To be continued......)