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

  "What fruit is it."

  "The cherries at the nearby farm are ripe, we went to buy some back, they're very sweet, come try some, they've already been washed clean." Lina said, lifting the flower cloth covering the basket and revealing the bright red cherries inside.

  "Wow, it's really pretty. Let me try the taste." Muyang took a cherry from Lina and threw one into his mouth.

  "It's extremely good, the taste is delicious, thank you very much to the two beautiful ladies for your warm hospitality." Mu Yang said with a slight exaggeration.

  "Mr. Williams, you are indeed a British gentleman, just eating a few cherries and saying it's a treat." Lina said here, exchanged a glance with Gretis, and the two girls burst out laughing.

  "Yes, I've had the most delicious thing I've eaten all year. These cherries are far better than those canned ones. Thank you both so much." Then, Mu Yang seemed to suddenly remember something and said to the two girls, "To thank you both, I'd like to give you a small gift."

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

  Muyang's hand reached into his pocket and when he pulled it out, there were two gold foil wrapped things in the palm of his hand. Muyang handed them to the two girls, "A gift for the two beautiful ladies."

  The girls took the things handed over by Mu Yang, Lina looked at them carefully and peeled off the golden tin foil, then exclaimed: "It's really chocolate! Oh my god, I haven't had chocolate for ages. Mr. Williams, you're a good man, a gentleman."

  "Mr. Williams, if you like cherries, I'll have some sent to your room." Gladys said happily.

  Now chocolate is absolutely a luxury, due to the war, the price of chocolate has risen a lot and it's scarce, not something Lina and her family can afford to eat normally.

  "No need, this cherry blossom in my hand is enough. You know, good things can't be eaten too much, or you'll lose that delicious feeling." Murong said.

  "What you said is so philosophical, just like a poet." Lina looked at Muyang with starry eyes.

  In the afternoon, Mu Yang carried a large leather bag and found Elfr.Abbott.

  "Joseph, what have you brought that requires such a large trunk? Are you planning on moving in?" Elfr asked, perplexed.

  "There are my clothes and some medical equipment in here, as well as some medicine, hopefully it can be of some use to Allen Swift." Mu Yang patted the large trunk.

  "What do you want to do?"

  "Let's take a look at the situation first," said Mu Yang, opening the large leather suitcase in his hand and revealing the equipment inside. It was indeed quite complete, Mu Yang had put everything he could use into it, of course, those packaging that might cause leakage had been cleaned up, even the packaging of the pills had been replaced with transparent glass bottles, marked with numbers such as No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3, the effect of the medicine inside, only Mu Yang himself knew.

  Wearing a white dust-proof suit, wearing a hat, and putting on a mask with breathing filter function, rubber gloves, shoe covers, and protective goggles, after Zhuoyang put on this set of clothes, Elfrid Abbott was directly stunned on the spot.

  "What are you doing, Joseph? And what's all this stuff for?" Elfr asked.

  Muyang said in a muffled voice behind his mask: "I made this myself, it's for protection against the virus."

  "Virus, what does it mean." Elfr didn't understand Muyang's meaning.

  Muyang thought that even if he spoke now, Elfr might not understand. It's better not to say too much, or it would be possible to talk for a whole day without finishing, and there's also the possibility of being asked by Elfr, who studied medicine. Although Joseph Williams was also studying medicine, he had no concept of viruses. As for Muyang, he only knew some knowledge from books or society, but didn't delve deeper, not even half-baked.

  "We'll talk about this later, this outfit is too hot, let's go see Allen Swift first," said Mu Yang.

  "Alright, come with me."

  In a separate room, Mu Yang finally saw Allen Swift, a man who looked over thirty years old with a head of black hair now somewhat disheveled and dry, possibly due to prolonged high fever dehydration. Allen Swift's eyes were sunken, his face was dark, and he looked like he was dying.

  Mo Yang walked forward, carefully examining Allen Swift's condition, and checked his body temperature with his hand. It was still very hot. Allen Swift had fallen into a deep coma. Mo Yang tried to move his head, but there was no reaction at all. If it weren't for the fact that his lungs were still moving up and down, Mo Yang would have thought he was dead.

  Muyang looked back and forth, but actually he didn't understand anything, and couldn't make sense of it no matter how much he looked.

  "Elph, how did you originally treat it?" Murong turned his head to ask Elph. At this moment, Elph also wore a scarf-like thing, which was probably the original mask. It seems that they also understand the principle of "disease enters through the mouth", but as for what the principle is, I'm afraid it's unknown.

  "I took some antipyretic and anti-influenza medication, which are the most effective ones on the market, but they had little effect. Do you have any other solutions?"

  "I'll give it a try, but I don't guarantee it will work." Mu Yang didn't dare to make any promises now. If he failed to cure him, he really had no idea what the system would do. For now, he could only try his best and hope for the best.

  "Anyway, I'm at my wit's end. These past few days, I've just been having the nurse come and wipe him down with alcohol to bring down his fever, and feed him some porridge and medicine. But I think he can't hold on for more than two days. If you have any ideas, go ahead and try them out - otherwise, he'll die anyway." Elfr said matter-of-factly.

  Mu Yang was speechless, a doctor in 1918 was absolutely no different from a butcher, it is said that when performing surgery, out of ten people who went on the operating table, at most six came out alive, and whether they could survive in the later stages still depended on the patient's luck.

  Those who manage to avoid surgical risks, avoid wound infections and survive are absolutely the kind of people with against-the-odds luck. Even giving birth is a matter of life and death, no wonder it's called "taking a walk through the Ghost Gate".

  A surgical knife, you use it and I use it, neither of us sterilizes it. It's a wonder if anyone survives. That surgical knife probably carries more viruses than the mud on the ground.

  "That's it, Elph. I'm starting," said Mu Yang, taking out a small bottle of antipyretic injection from the suitcase and drawing it into an injector, which was a special glass injector that Mu Yang had found.

  Mo Yang held the syringe in one hand and lifted Allen Swift's arm with the other, fiddling around for half a day but never actually injecting it. To be honest, Mo Yang was completely clueless when it came to intravenous injections, and if all else failed, he would just jab it into his buttocks and push it in randomly.