"Do you want some fruit? Mr. Williams." Lena asked.

"What kind of fruit is it?"

"The cherries in the nearby farm are ripe. We went to buy some and came back. They are very sweet. Let's try some. They have been washed." Lina said, lifting the flower cloth covered by the basket to reveal the bright red cherries inside.

"Oh, it's really beautiful. I'll try it." Mu Yang reached out to take the cherry handed over by Lina and threw one into his mouth.

"It's very good, the taste is delicious. Thank you very much for the two beautiful ladies for the hospitality." Mu Yang said slightly exaggeratedly.

"Mr. Williams, you are such a British gentleman. You just ate a few cherries and said it was a treat." Lina said here, looking at Glettis, and then both girls giggled.

"Yes, I have eaten the most delicious thing this year. These cherries are much better than those canned foods. Thank you very much." Then Mu Yang seemed to suddenly think of something and said to the two women, "To thank you, I want to give you a small gift."

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

Mu Yang put his hand into his pocket. When he took it out, two pieces of golden tin foil packaging were already added in his palm. Mu Yang handed his hand to the two girls and said, "Give it to two beautiful ladies."

The girls took the things handed over by Mu Yang, Lina looked at them, carefully peeled off the gold tin foil, and then said in surprise: "It's really chocolate. Oh my God, I haven't eaten chocolate for a long time. Mr. Williams, you are such a good person, a gentleman."

"Mr. Williams. If you like to eat cherries, I'll send it to you to the ward." Gletise said happily.

You know, chocolate is definitely a luxury now. Due to the war, the price of chocolate has increased a lot and the quantity is rare, which is not something that Lina and the others are willing to eat.

"No need, it's enough to have the cherry in my hand. You must know that you can't eat too much good things, otherwise you will lose that delicious feeling." Mu Yang said.

"What you said is really philosophical, like a poet." Lina looked at Mu Yang with stars.

In the afternoon, Mu Yang held a large leather bag and found Elver Abbott.

"Joseph, what did you bring? You need such a big suitcase. Are you going to move here?" Elver asked in confusion.

"There are my clothes, some medical equipment, and some medicines here. I hope it can play some role in Allen Swift." Mu Yang patted the big suitcase.

"What do you want to do?"

"Let's see the situation first." Mu Yang said, opening the large suitcase in his hand to reveal the equipment inside. It was really complete. All the things that Mu Yang could use were put inside. Of course, the packaging that might cause leakage had been cleaned up. Even the packaging of the tablets was replaced with transparent glass bottles marked with words like No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3. Only Mu Yang himself knew the effects of the medicines inside.

Wearing a white dustproof suit, a hat, and a mask with breathing filter function, rubber gloves, shoe covers, and protective glasses. After Mu Yang put on this outfit, Elf Abbott was stunned on the spot.

"Joseph, what are you doing, and what are these things used for," Elver asked.

Mu Yang said in a muffled voice behind the mask: "I made this myself, for protecting the virus."

"Vi's, what does it mean?" Elver didn't understand Mu Yang's meaning.

Mu Yang thought that when he said it now, Elver might not understand it. It would be better not to say it well. Otherwise, he would probably not finish it for a day. He would also be confused by Elver's medical question. Although Joseph Williams also studied medicine, he had no idea about viruses. As for Mu Yang, he only knew some knowledge obtained from books or society, and he was not in-depth at all, and he could not even be considered a half-baked one.

"Let's talk about this later. This set of clothes is very hot. Let's go and see Allen Swift first." Mu Yang said.

"Okay, come with me."

In a separate room, Mu Yang finally met Allen Swift, a man in his thirties, with a black head found to be somewhat messy and dry. Perhaps due to long-term high fever and dehydration, Allen Swift's eyes are now deep, his face turns black, and he looks like he is dying.

Mu Yang walked forward and carefully checked Alan Swift's condition. He tried his body temperature with his hands, but it was still very hot. Alan Swift was already in a deep coma. Mu Yang tried to move his head, but there was no reaction. If his lungs were not floating up and down, Mu Yang would have thought this was a dead person.

Mu Yang looked at the past, but in fact he didn't understand anything, and he couldn't understand it.

"Elf, how did you treat it?" Mu Yang turned to ask Elver. At this moment, Elver also brought something like a scarf, maybe it was an original mask. It seemed that they also understood the principle of illness coming from the mouth, but as for the principle, it is probably unknown.

"After taking some antipyretics and influenza drugs, they are the most effective drugs on the market, but they still have very little effect. Is there any way you can do it?"

"I'll try it, but it's not guaranteed that it will work." Mu Yang didn't dare to promise now. If he was cured, he really didn't know what the system would be like, but now he can only try it.

"Anyway, I have no choice. These days, I just asked the nurse to wipe his body with alcohol to cool down, and then give him some liquid food and medicine. But I think he can't hold on for two days. If you have any ideas, just try it, otherwise you will die." Elver said with confidence.

Mu Yang was speechless. The doctors in 1918 were definitely not much different from butchers. It is said that if they had surgery, ten people would go to the operating table, and at most six would survive. Whether they could survive in the later stage depends on the patient's luck.

Those who survive the risk of surgery and the infection of wounds are definitely the kind of lucky masters. Even women die ten or two or three. No wonder they are called the gate of hell to close and walk around after giving birth.

I use a scalpel, and I use it even if you don’t use it. If it doesn’t contain disinfection, it would be strange if it doesn’t die. I guess that scalpel has countless times more viruses than the soil on the ground.

"Then Elver, I'm going to start." Mu Yang said, taking out a small bottle of fever-reducing injection from the suitcase and extracting it into the syringe. This is the glass syringe that Mu Yang specially found.

Mu Yang held the syringe in one hand and raised Allen Swift's arm with the other. He fiddled with it for a long time, but he still didn't prick it. To be honest, Mu Yang knew nothing about intravenous injections. If he really couldn't, he could prick it directly on his butt and push it in randomly. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!