Plague Doctor

“Doctor, what the hell are those... That's not normal, is it? That's not normal...”

In this bright clinic room, Kevin Grille is staring at an X-ray that appears on the doctor's office computer screen, and his parents, Sean and Helena, are watching beside each other, all confused. Opposite orthopaedic surgeon Moon-Jackson also had suspicions.

This is Kevin Grille's latest X-ray of his right hand, which reveals all the white bones in the flesh.

Normal hands have 27 hand bones, 8 carpals, 5 metacarpals, and 14 phalanges.

But this x-ray on the computer screen, in addition to these normal bones, around them, where they are muscular, nervous, muscular, there is also a little bit of bone, which seems to be a free body...

The number of these heterosexual bones, at first glance not counting at all, is dense and numb, and seems to be about to turn into pieces.

“Yes, it's not normal...” Moon-Jackson, look at this X-ray, look at the patient's right hand, you can see the abnormality there with the naked eye, the skin is dark everywhere, but it's not a thrombus, it's like pigmentation. The patient's hand was no longer able to move freely, the pain was intolerable, and he had taken painkillers.

“You said you played baseball three days ago, you pitched with your right hand, and it didn't feel right...” Moon-Jackson thought.

“Yeah.” Kevin Grille wondered and wondered, what was that in his hand, the inflammatory response?

“Dr. Jackson, my son is a very good pitcher…" says Sean-Greer, "his professor says he is qualified to play professional games, and there are great opportunities to work harder.” Helena, listen to me. "What's going on? ”

“This is rare, but...” Moon-Jackson is getting cold, just because FBM gave an early warning to hospitals and private clinics everywhere the other day, "Kevin, is there anything wrong with you other than your right hand? ”

“Yes...” Kevin-Grill said, "My back, my two calves... my neck, I...” The more he touched these body parts, the more he felt pulling around, “I have that sour and tired feeling all over me, but it doesn't hurt...”

He quickly explained, as if to draw the line between his right hand and the rest of his body, “It hurts when his right hand moves, it gets stuck when it gets bigger, it's different elsewhere, it's just acid tiredness, I think it's the acid tiredness caused by my poor sleep these days...”

Sean and Helena both perceived the tension in their sons, so they couldn't help but start getting nervous.

If it had been before, a few years ago, or a month ago, they wouldn't have been so nervous.

Because at that time, “supernatural forces" had not recently emerged, they lived on ignorant islands, and even when there was a storm outside the islands, they did not know that they thought the islands were the world, so they lived in peace.

But now, less than a week has passed since the global Egyptian Ten Disasters, and New York is still in the process of rescuing and rebuilding.

All you have to do is turn on your phone, turn on your TV, and touch the Internet, and that's all you need to know.

Serious skin infection symptoms have occurred in those affected by the bloody rain, and while there are fortunately medical treatments available and patients with mild or moderate infections who have been discharged from hospital, there are also patients with severe infections who have unfortunately died as a result of multi-organ failure caused by inflammatory storms.

The world has become dangerous. Or that the world has been so dangerous that storms have finally begun to submerge this ignorant island.

“Kevin...” Moon-Jackson stopped talking and looked at the worried parents, “Sean, Helena, things may not be that simple, not so good. ”

Hearing the doctor say this, the Grilles changed their face three times, Helena even prayed to God, and Kevin was a little dazed.

“In Kevin's case, I now suspect a rare disease called 'progressive musculoskeletosis', which is very, very rare. ”

Moon-Jackson made it clear to them that soft tissues and muscles throughout the body gradually ossified after the onset of the disease, and eventually became like living stone sculptures. And since the disease was identified, the number of confirmed cases globally has not exceeded a thousand in decades. No surgery, no drugs, no treatment.

“No, no...” Kevin Grille muttered, his voice getting agitated, his face turning red because of excitement, "Doctor, you're mistaken! ”

Without saying anything about professional baseball, you can't even live a normal life? You can only live to be in your 40s, you can't walk, you can't move...

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These thoughts flashed, and Kevin Greele caught a little contradiction in Dr. Jackson's excitement, "You said the disease was developing slowly, but three days ago I was well, and now it's only three days, three days! Look what my hand has become. Will it be so fast? ”

“Yeah.” Seanton agreed with his son, hoping, "Dr. Jackson, isn't that the disease? ”

They're already trying to convince themselves, 0.5 cases per million people, less than a thousand diagnoses over the decades, how could that happen?

“Our family has no genetic problems in this regard.” Helena also said, "Today is the first time I've heard of a disease like this. ”

“In fact, I have to report Kevin to FBM.” The Moon-Jackson tone is serious, saying why he is holding this judgment, "FBM issued an early warning to the medical community a few days ago that any suspected patient with progressive musculoskeletal disease should be reported immediately and then taken over by them. ”

Kevin heard about FBM and flashed a little excitement, but immediately realized that he wasn't involved with FBM for any good reason.

Sean and Helena were both stunned, Helena's eyes were reddened, “Dr. Jackson... what does that mean? Why FBM..."

Actually, they know the answer implicitly.

This disease… what happened to Kevin may have something to do with supernatural forces, something to do with the recent catastrophe.

“No, it won't...” Kevin Grille suddenly laughed, feeling all this diagnosis ridiculous, shaking his head,

“How could it be me? The last time I went to New York was a few years ago! I haven't done anything, I'm sure it's not. It must be Dr. Jackson. You're mistaken... What fibrosis... Osteoarthritis, what's that disease called? Definitely not...”