Plague Doctor

This lab, and the lab in the previous illusion, except for some instruments, has nothing to do with it.

But the moment Gu Jun walked in, there was an illusion floating in front of him, like a flood that had been depressed for a long time.

The flood began to accumulate as soon as he arrived at the hospital, and the scenes gradually tore his heart apart, not from the uncontrolled scenes he had seen while experiencing Banyan disease and nightmare disease.

The hospital was crammed with patients, and when they met the protective clothing personnel, the strong ones came up and made them impossible.

In the cough, some people cry for help, others angrily curse them to quarantine but do nothing, not even increase the number of medical personnel, is to keep the people waiting to die...

Some medical personnel are still on the job, while others are sitting flat waiting for death to come.

Coughing, crying, cursing and pleading are all sounded together into a burial song that breaks people's will.

“Step aside, please. Step aside.” The operatives had to wave their guns in front of the road.

Gu Jun remained silent until he walked into the lab and didn't say anything to Uncle Egg.

At this point, he walked up to the microscope, put his rifle on the experimental table, looked at the dish, and it was a cluster of gray and white circular colonies...

The illusion became more and more flickering. Gu Jun's glasses glanced closer. As soon as he saw that strange Legionnaires fungus, the crack pain in his head rapidly increased.

It seems to be twisting around, just like the myriad limbs of the bacteria are creeping...

“It's not enough, the rate of reproduction needs to be faster, the drug resistance is not enough, and if erythromycin is effective, it makes no sense. ”

“Not enough! Existing antibiotics must not be allowed to have a half-point bacteriostatic effect, which is our only goal. ”

“Close, close...”

Gu Jun heard a man's voice and spoke English, as if speaking at different points in time. Is it the process of developing this germ?

Suddenly, his perspective leaves those constantly changing bacteria under the microscope and sees the surrounding view.

The familiar headache tells him that this is not a fantasy by anyone, he triggered it...

He went to the lab again, but it wasn't broken, and there wasn't a line of blood on the wall.

Centrifuges, thermostats, ultra-clean workbenches, all kinds of instruments and equipment neatly placed around, some people in black airtight protective clothing do what they do, he can't see clearly their faces hidden in airtight headcovers, but it seems Asian and white people do, they talk in English.

Suddenly someone was excited, “Erythromycin is not working, erythromycin is not working! ”

“We did it, we did it! ”

“Oh, my God, this is amazing. ”

The illusions flashed a little, and those people stood in a row with another protective suit in front of them.

The figure held a colonial dish and said calmly: "It can cause tremendous trauma to the world, but it is the dawn of a new era. ”

Is it these people who are to blame...

Gu Jun wanted to see them clearly, but his spirit quickly lost. His head was sore. It didn't seem like it was the dead face. They looked different...

He had long thought that this epidemic was not an unknown source of infection called out by spells like Isobronius, but rather a truly new type of Legionnaires fungus, which did not require spells or rituals, and only needed to spread bacteria, which was why it was so propagating.

To make this new type of bacteria, it is not possible to rely on ordinary evil followers, who must have talent in medicine, biology and even genius.

Are these people part of the newborn club... or are they partnering with the newborn club...

“thedawnofanewera”

“The dawn of a new era."

That figure's words kept echoing in Gu Jun's mind, Butthisisthedawnofanewera....

He wanted to see the photos in a frame on that experimental table again, and he wanted to see them last time.

At this time, however, the illusion stopped. Gu Jun shook his head and took a deep breath. He was worried about not seeing the photograph, but had many more thoughts.

“Whoever they are, they hold the view of the old man, who may have come together because of that view. ”

“They want to create a plague, create a new world through plague...”

It sounds ridiculous, but it has never been uncommon, to think that the plague and the sudden decline of the population have a positive significance in some respects.

The pestilence debate does not exist today, but has persisted.

Gu Jun recalled what the old man said, raw meat, black death, smallpox... black death, black death...

Undoubtedly, the most talked about plagues in history are the black deaths of the Middle Ages in Europe and the subsequent outbreaks of murine plagues, like aftershocks, from time to time.

There are countless studies and perspectives on how black mortality affects Europe and the world.

Many opinions are contradictory and offensive, some are abandoned by academia and others are emerging.

“Joon, are you okay?” Uncle Egg asked.

As soon as his heart started reading electricity, Gu Jun said to them: "Uncle Egg, do your reagents immediately. I'll make a phone call. ”

He walked aside with his cell phone and called the command center set up by NASA for this incident. As soon as it was connected, he said: "Command center, please investigate the doctrines and factions that believe that black death disease is positively relevant for European development. I suspect that there are pathogens developed by relevant organizations in cooperation with the next life. Especially those who have said this, English, think of black death as‘ thisisthedawnofanewera ’. ”

“Roger, roger.” The operator from the command center replied.

At the same time, Uncle Egg and He Feng busily lived up to the antibiotic sensitivity test.

Now they're not going to test which drug is more effective, which drug is how bacteriostatic it is to bacteria.

Instead, which drug works or not, even slightly.

The drug used for the test was brought by Gu Jun, who had also given a copy to the research fleet.

A little powder scraped off the scale “given by Atar”, and two drugs given by Atar - he was asked to take it out now.

Only Gu Jun knew that it was two alien drugs, the only two he got from the system. Now try anything.

One is a "brain stem tumor targeting drug” and the other is a "human anti-inflammatory drug”.

His “relics” had been turned over before, but they were unwittingly sealed. The other day, all of his belongings were delivered from Eastern State to the base of the Department of Spells, including these two bottles of sleeping pills, which were not intended to become experimental drugs.

Gu Jun naturally relies more on the human anti-inflammatory drugs. Penicillin and erythromycin are anti-inflammatory drugs. The production process is not complicated, but it is an important drug.

Treatment is the most important symptom, and while it is a reward for ordinary tasks, it can also be a life-saving drug. But the alien medicinal name has nothing in common with the Earthlings, and he is not sure what kind of inflammation it can eliminate or cure the Legionnaires.

It's also a capsule containing powder and chemicals.

This means that once it is effective, it can be imitated as soon as it is clear about its molecular structure...

“Try that first!” Gu Jun pointed it out to them, not to mention it was an anti-inflammatory medicine.

He continued to ponder the old man's words like a man whispering in his ear: you refuse to face the truth because of good and evil ideas... the truth about history belongs to those who are willing to accept the truth... this plague will be a great milestone...

On the other hand, Uncle Egg, they did experiments, using multiple methods, diffusion methods, dilution methods as well.

Gu Jun didn't want to, pressed down the turbulence and was about to go up to help, but the phone rang and the command center called.

When he connected, Xue Ba's voice came from the other side of the phone: "Ah Jun, I, Xue Ba, found out that it was the words of Bertran-Rogers, the late economist of England, in 1909. Bertram's father, Solold Rogers, an economist and historian, was the master of this view in the 19th century. ”