This new vaccine has been administered to all uninfected people in the medical area, and what follows is a historic moment.
Whether it is effective against the infected will determine the life or death of the patient group, which has now spread to nearly a hundred people.
"Are you ready?"
"Well, come on."
Lying on the hospital bed is a volunteer who volunteered to be a test subject for the first batch of vaccine effectiveness tests.
He was a second-stage patient, with partial swelling on his body and large patches of scarlet covering his body like the rash on a leper.
His original appearance had become blurred under the scarlet cover. From a distance, he looked more like a red scarecrow than a normal human being.
The sharp needle pierced into the blood vessels that were as conspicuous as veins without any hindrance, and the medicine was infused into the patient's body without a drop leaking out.
Ten minutes passed and the vaccine should have taken effect, but the patient's body was still swollen.
Although the condition did not escalate to the third stage, it remained in the edematous state of the second stage.
The only lucky thing is that the patient did not seem to have any exclusion effect after the injection and has remained conscious to this day.
It would certainly be best if the patient could be cured with one shot, but being able to delay the onset of the disease is also an unexpected little surprise. This means that the medical team has more time to conduct further targeted research to resolve this crisis.
Everyone looked at each other, their eyes full of excitement.
But something strange happened. The patient lying on the hospital bed suddenly rolled over on the bed, holding his stomach.
“It hurts!”
From his distorted face, it can be seen that the pain he is in at this moment is not simple.
He felt his internal organs churning and the pressure in his body began to rise.
"This is the beginning of the third stage of the disease!"
Jack's face changed drastically. He had seen this scene more than once; after the final swelling, it was like a balloon filled with air, with a popping sound.
People were in a panic, but the patient on the bed bent down with difficulty and stuck his head out over the edge of the bed.
A strong feeling of nausea came over him as his body moved. He opened his mouth wide and vomited out a large amount of fishy, dark red gastric juice along with this morning's breakfast.
A strange but extremely disgusting smell spread in the independent isolation ward. The smell was as nauseating as the stinky feet of a homeless person who had been wandering the streets for decades without taking a bath.
The medical team was pleasantly surprised by the sudden vomiting, as this was something that had never happened to the patient with the scarlet sting.
This also proves that the vaccine is working.
Vomiting is the body's instinct. Through the contraction of the mid-abdominal muscles and diaphragm, the contents of the stomach are vomited out. Even severe vomiting can cause the contents of the intestines to be vomited out as well.
Perhaps vomiting will cause a certain degree of damage to the esophagus due to the spitting out of stomach acid, but in fact, it is a process in which the nervous system excretes harmful substances in times of danger. For example, people with poor alcohol tolerance can wake up after vomiting.
The vomiting was followed by a deafening thump.
This was not the sound of the patient's body being crushed by internal pressure and turning into a human bomb, but a series of crisp fart sounds like firecrackers.
All the medical staff watching applauded enthusiastically.
Toxins that cannot be digested or broken down by the body are expelled from the body with this slightly indecent gas discharge, while also reducing the pressure in the patient's body.
After a series of loud and smelly farts, the patient's body became noticeably thinner.
The only thing that has not changed is the patches of scarlet.
"Old man Rob, I did it."
Jack lit a cigarette and said with emotion.
Jack, who was holding back his emotions, looked at the patient vomiting and defending himself in an embarrassing manner. He smiled and shed tears of excitement. He didn't even notice that the cigarette butt was wet by his tears. Instead, he bit it hard in his mouth and smiled like a child.
"Okay, okay, it's almost time to celebrate.
We still have a lot of work to do.”
Joet Brown rationally poured a basin of cold water over him, causing Jack to bite off the cigarette butt with a crack.
"Pah, I see. Just like an old man, he only knows how to order people around."
Jack spit out the cigarette from his mouth and crossed his arms over his chest.
Although his tone was slightly disgusted, the smile in the corner of his eyes was obvious.
"Just lie down and rest. There's nothing for you to do here."
Joe Butran scratched his hair and laughed unhappily.
“I don’t think I’ve made any contribution since I got out.”
"Good to know. Go and have some rest! Don't get in the way here!"
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A large number of vaccines were produced in a makeshift factory. Without fancy packaging and high prices, they were transported out in batches by the staff waiting behind the door and injected into patients with scarlet pain.
After the injection, the experienced staff prepared vomit bags and added air purifiers to the room.
The air purifier was naturally the work of Madeline from the Chemistry Department.
After use, the used vomit bags are collected and incinerated together to avoid secondary pollution of the soil by the traditional landfill method of garbage disposal.
The silly trio worked with Joet Brown to design the injection plan.
Jobtran was responsible for speaking, Columbia was responsible for writing, Howard was responsible for handing over the information, and Fok was responsible for entering Columbia's plans into identity cards and sending them out.
Although Jobart was lying down, his brain was working well.
He just looked at the distribution of patients and then arranged the order of injections in an orderly manner, so that every patient could get the opportunity to be vaccinated before the onset of the disease.
After finishing the work in the medical area, they began to make arrangements for the students in the makeshift tents on the campus.
Fok is now like a command tower, clearly sending out these calculated programs, and other staff members can put an end to this disaster by executing them flawlessly.
This catastrophe, which was enough to destroy all mankind, was suppressed at Miskatonic University.
The mess left by Arthur was dealt with one by one by the school's top management.
Obituary notices were sent out from the school office, and the reasons were clearly stated.
The mask of wisdom and bravery that Arthur had pretended to be throughout his life, that elegant and indifferent mask, was torn to pieces, and he showed the world what true evil is.
After the Great Ying Empire inquired, it could only make a gesture of strong condemnation and swallow this loss in silence.
They all knew what a scourge Arthur was, otherwise they would not have exiled Arthur to Miskatonic University.
With no male heirs left alive, Queen Victoria naturally took over the throne and the reign of the Queen began.
To the outside world, the Queen acted friendly, amiable and affable, but anyone with a discerning eye knew that this was just a disguise.
She is a follower of the Yellow Group, and her daughter is the queen who married Prince Frederick of Germany.
She is the one who holds the most power in the world.
Victoria did not feel sad when she received the obituary. Instead, she calmly played chess, sipped high-end black tea, and watched the slowly setting sun.
She herself did not express her opinion, but the servants were horrified when they saw the chessboard.
On the black and white chessboard, the pieces are not arranged in the original way, but in a way that seems random, but makes people think it is intentional.
All the bishop pieces, knight pieces, soldier pieces, and tower pieces fell down, the white queen pieces were crushed to pieces, while the black queen pieces stood high above, stepping on the black and white king pieces.
That night, many people died in the palace.
That night, the family never stopped crying.
Children who once had a bright future died in the place considered the safest, and the sorrow of seeing the elderly send off their young spread among these families.
That night, countless people changed into black clothes.
A theory began to circulate among the people, a kind of nonsense, but it had many followers.
"This is a malicious revenge against the honorable people of color. This is a conspiracy from the remnant of the Jews."
This argument has slowly fermented among the people, taking advantage of the discrimination that has existed for many years, and has created a terrible undercurrent in the future.
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"It's hard for you, kid."
The person who suddenly appeared in front of Joet Brown was Merlin, who had been maintaining the magic circle formed by the magic balls and was unable to extricate himself.
Only after learning that the vaccine had both preventive and curative effects did Merlin withdraw from his position maintaining the magic circle.
Those magic balls that were assembled hastily have become useless decorations at this moment.
Joet Brown took this into consideration, and used his intelligence and knowledge to design a long-term solution - a large enchantment that could automatically absorb energy and last until the magic crystal expires.
What is enchanted is not the magic material, but the land under your feet.
As soon as this ingenious idea was developed, it was praised by a group of enthusiastic old professors, who put all their efforts into completing the plan in one go.
You only need to regularly maintain the energy storage crystals inserted into the ground, and the magic circle can last forever.
This little invention made Merlin, who had been maintaining his mana supply, breathe a sigh of relief.
After eating the fruit that replenished his magic power, Merlin came to Jobtran.
When Joet Brown saw Merlin coming, he was not surprised, but took the initiative to ask,
"Old man, do you have a daughter?"
This abrupt question made Merlin a little embarrassed, so he answered mischievously,
“I consider you a friend, but you want to be my son-in-law?!
I'm sorry, but I don't have a daughter, and even if I did, she wouldn't marry you."
Looking at this old man acting like a scoundrel, Jobtran waved his hand unhappily.
"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything.
You three go take a rest, I'll chat with the old man for a while."
The silly trio agreed, then happily went out arm in arm to get some fresh air.
The three of them have not rested since they entered the medical area and have been busy all the time. Now they are taking this opportunity to relax.
"Kid, you did great."
Merlin patted the back of Joe Butter Brown's hand, but Joe Butter Brown's deep eyes stared straight at Merlin.
“Well, even though I don’t have a daughter, you shouldn’t look at me like that, okay
Although I advocate free love, I am too old to afford the hassle. "
Facing Merlin's shameless teasing, Jobtran remained unmoved, still looking directly into Merlin's eyes, and said solemnly,
"I didn't kill Arthur."
"I know."
"Ebony and Ivory were scrapped after that shot."
"I know."
"Then do you know what kind of trouble you got into?"
"I don't want to know."
The conversation between the two was like a riddle, but as they talked, the temperature in the ward dropped a lot.
Joe Butran said nothing more, and an awkward silence fell in the room.
The only sounds in the room were the noise of people outside, the sound of saline dripping from the medicine bag, and the calm but suppressed breathing of the two people.
"If you don't have a daughter, why do you have dolls in your treasure trove?"
Jobtran broke the awkward silence quietly, and his words rang in Merlin's ears like a buzzing bell.
“That’s the foundation of Miskatonic University.”
"You are very bold."
"you do not say."
"If I told you that what I wanted to take away was the doll, what would you do?"
"I have no idea."
"Will you take it for me?"
"If you have to."
"It's not up to me."
After saying this, Joe Butran ruffled his hair.
In his palm were a few fallen hairs, each one was pure jet black.
He put one of them in Merlin's hand and said helplessly,
"Really, it's not up to me."
Merlin, who had a strong sense of perception, held the hair tightly in his palm.
He felt all kinds of power emanating from that strand of hair, all kinds of heart-pounding power.
"Hey. Moon God Kongs... Hehe, what a joke."
Merlin sighed softly, then laughed at himself.
Joe Butran grabbed a strand of jet-black hair and held it in front of his eyes. He looked at the thin and shiny hair and asked a crucial question.
"Have you never thought about why the ancient gods fell in all these years?"
“I’m just a chess piece, how can I see everything on the chessboard
All I can see is the next step to take."
Merlin shook his head and replied sadly.
“The answer is right beside you, but you choose to avoid it and not see the answer clearly.
You old man, you have lived too long. You have lost the courage of your youth and the sharpness you once had."
Jobtran looked at the white ceiling with emotion, and said something that hit Merlin's weak spot.
“The Necronomicons in the library are all fake.
And the real one, or rather, the cute little fox girl, has always been in your treasure house.
You dare not ask, and you dare not look.
Now the owner of the book wants to take it back, and I am just a messenger, a postman."