Sean hurried home, possibly also because he didn't want to stay in the army anymore. As soon as he removed the bandage from his head, he left the hospital and went home. When leaving, Sean was still grateful to Muyang, telling Muyang his home address, letting Muyang have time to go there, and inviting him to drink homemade beer.

  Xiao Yang left, Mu Yang's body is almost recovered, now it's time to find out about Alan Swift's situation, let's start from the hospital.

  "Lina, have you ever heard of Allen Swift?" asked Mu Yang, finding a young nurse to ask.

  "Is he your friend?" Lena asked.

  "It's not like that, I just want to find this person." Mu Yang didn't know how to say it either, and could only shrug his shoulders.

  "Whether it's the hospital's doctors or patients, you know that there are over 300 injured soldiers living here, with four treatment areas. I'm only in charge of this area, which has more than 60 patients, and I don't even know all their names." Lina helplessly spread her hands, indicating that she was unable to do anything about it.

  Muyang asked around the church again, but no one knew Allen Swift. Muyang could only helplessly say, "Looking for a needle in a haystack."

  The weather in June, France has plenty of sunshine, and Mo Yang didn't stay in the church.

  The entire hospital was centered around the church, and also included a nearby farmhouse, basically half of the village was occupied by the military, while most of the original residents had already moved to live in Paris.

  It's really rare to find a tavern on the edge of the village, it seems that no matter what time it is, nothing can stop merchants from making money. Muyang lifted his leg and walked into the tavern.

  "Hey, Major, what can I get for you?" The tavern owner was a French old man in his fifties with half bald hair and a red nose tip, speaking to Mu Yang in somewhat awkward English.

  The French speak English with a certain je ne sais quoi, an inescapable rolling of the tongue, combined with their haughty temperament, which is why they dislike speaking English. However, businessmen are an exception; nothing is more lovable than money.

  "A beer, thank you." Muyang found a place to sit down.

  The tavern was crowded with people, all sitting in twos and threes, chatting quietly. There was no music or beauties here, only wine, water and food, just to let those who were thirsty for wine come and have a good drink.

  "How is the patient's condition recently?"

  "It's not going well, it started with just a cold, but then it turned into a high fever that won't subside, and now it's been three days already, I'm at my wit's end."

  "Have you tried physically cooling him down?"

  "I tried, but it didn't work, started to drop a little bit, and soon it will rise again."

  Sitting next to Mu Yang, two doctors wearing white coats looked about the same age as him. They were drinking and chatting idly, and at first, Mu Yang didn't pay attention, but when he heard a name, his spirit immediately lifted, now he knew what it meant to have something fall into his lap without any effort.

  "That patient is a colonel."

  "Yes, he was a nobleman too, his father being a viscount, of the Swift family of Nottingham."

  "What's his name?"

  "Call Ellen Swift"

  "Do you think he can get through this?"

  "I've had enough of this, and what's more, I recently heard from a doctor who just came back from France that Paris has also seen many cases of this illness. People have been dying from high fevers and flu-like symptoms, with over a dozen deaths already reported. The French government is now taking it seriously, and some doctors think this flu is not ordinary, with some even calling it a plague."

  "Some people are making a big fuss over nothing, it's just a cold, I suspect that this Allen Swift guy is probably a playboy, his body can't take it, so he can't even handle a minor cold, aren't nobles always promiscuous?"

  "It seems like you know a lot about it, right? I forgot, you seem to have a good relationship with Lady Olivia, and she's also an aristocrat. Looks like you're deeply moved too."

  "Miss Olivia is very noble and has a good sense of humor, we just chatted and played cards together."

  "I don't believe it, haha."

  The conversation that followed was about the patient's condition turning into a discussion of romance, and Mu Yang hadn't been listening carefully. Now, his mind was preoccupied with what he had just overheard.

  It seems that my luck isn't so bad after all, Allen Swift is right here in this field hospital, I knew it, the system wouldn't give a mission target that can't even be found.

  However, according to what these two doctors said, this Allen Swift must have contracted some kind of infectious disease, which is no joke. Even if he wants to go save Allen Swift, he has to protect himself first, otherwise he will also be infected with the virus.

  Mu Yang's mind continued to turn, and suddenly a word flashed through his brain, causing Mu Yang's body to tremble.

  "Influenza, 1918 influenza, Spanish flu!!!!"

  That Allen Swift wouldn't really have contracted Spanish flu virus, would he?

  Regarding this aspect, Muyang only occasionally saw it when reading European war materials, but did not conduct in-depth research, and only remembered the general idea. It seems that I need to go back and carefully review this knowledge again.

  But for now, let's first figure out where Alan Swift's hospital room is.

  Joseph Williams smiled warmly and walked up to the two doctors, holding out a beer mug, "Hello, Doctors! I'm Joseph Williams. Would you like to join me for a drink?"

  The two of them exchanged a glance, and Mu Yang was wearing the uniform of a young military officer. The two doctors didn't think much of it, and the three of them started chatting happily. When Mu Yang mentioned that he graduated from Cambridge University Medical School, Dr. Elfr Abott, whose first name was Allen Swift, exclaimed in surprise, "We're alumni! What year did you graduate? We might have even attended classes together!"

  With this relationship, the three of them chatted even more enthusiastically.

  "Elfr, I just heard you guys mention that there's a patient with the flu and it's not looking good, can you tell me about it? I really want to know." Mu Yang finally brought up the topic of Allen Swift.

  "A few days ago, that patient named Allen Swift went to Paris, and I have no idea what he did there. He's a military supply officer, so I'm guessing he was probably looking for a lover or something. Anyway, that's not the point. When he got back, he started feeling unwell and showed symptoms of a cold, then he began taking medicine, but it didn't work at all. Now he's been running a high fever for three days already. I'm afraid if this keeps up, the patient won't last more than two days," Elfr said.

  "Are you saying he was infected from outside?" Mu Yang asked.

  "Yes, now Paris has seen multiple cases of this disease, a doctor who returned from Paris the day before yesterday confirmed this statement, and the French government is currently organizing people in the health department to investigate this matter, suspecting that it may be the plague."

  "What about Alan Swift?" asked Mu Yang.

  "He's been isolated, he's been placed in a separate location where only I and one nurse are taking care of him, no one else can touch him, how do you know Alan Swift?" Elfr asked.