Chapter 159: All the Feathers Fell Off Overnight
After inspection, there was no doubt that Geng Duofu, like the gray pigeon, had also been struck by the disease.
Qiao Lan hurriedly looked for medicine in the space.
Although there is indeed no targeted medicine or treatment for this wave of epidemic, Ouyang Mo and his colleagues at the medical point have summed up some immature experience in the process of preventing and treating the disease at the base.
There are several anti-inflammatory and antibacterial drugs that can alleviate the worsening of the disease, and there are one or two body conditioning medicines that have been proven to be effective in most cases.
Qiao Lan had stocked up on medicines when she was stocking up, and she happened to have all these kinds of medicines. She even distributed some to medical centers a few days ago.
He took it out at this time and gave it to chef Geng Duofu according to the dosage told by Ouyang Mo.
Geng Duofu was unconscious and unable to take the medicine, so his father pried open his mouth and forced it down his throat. His bold movements made Qiao Lan nervous, but fortunately, she didn't choke, thank God.
"Uncle Geng, give him this crystal core. Be careful when directing the energy. Be extremely careful. He's an ordinary person and can't handle too much energy."
Qiao Lan handed one of the two crystal cores that Wen Jiaojiao had just given him to the old chef, asking him to help his son nourish his body.
Ordinary people cannot absorb the crystal core, but it is very useful for nourishing the body and can promote injury recovery and physical recovery.
The old chef took one look at the quality of the crystal core and said, "My Lord, it's too expensive! An ordinary crystal core will do!"
Not only is it a Level 2 beast core, but it's also the best of the Level 2 class. This core is translucent and of exceptional quality, even purer than a typical Level 3 core. Awakened beings who find this kind of core would treasure it and hoard it away. Giving it to ordinary people? Generally speaking, that would be a waste of natural resources.
But Qiao Lan's situation is that she is not ordinary, she has a lot of crystal cores.
Having said that, even though she has few crystal cores, she will not treat her core friends badly and will give them all the good things.
"Use this to get him better quickly so he can make me a delicious meal. My quality of life depends on him!"
Qiao Lan stuffed the crystal core into the hands of the old chef without saying anything and asked him to look after her son while she went to take care of the pigeons.
The old chef shed a tear and said, "Master, you have treated me so well. My father and I will serve you wholeheartedly and wholeheartedly."
Then he sat cross-legged at the head of the bed, placed the crystal core in his son's palm, and carefully guided the energy out, enveloping his son's body and nourishing it. Despite his boldness, the old father was still very cautious at this time, fearing that he would accidentally hurt the child. After all, the mutant energy was too strong for ordinary people.
Channeling energy requires mental and physical effort, and also consumes one's own energy. The old chef had recovered from the knife-throwing wound he had sustained last time, but his strength hadn't fully recovered, making this delicate work somewhat strenuous.
Fu Xingyuan stood silently by the side, and whenever the old chef felt a little tired, he would give him a wave of energy to help him regain his spirits.
The two of them stayed with Geng Duofu all night like this.
After daybreak, the old chef stopped and concluded the energy guidance for this treatment. He tucked in his son's quilt and stood up to stretch his muscles.
Seeing Fu Xingyuan's red eyes and slightly pale face next to him, he sighed, "Good boy, thank you!"
"Uncle Geng, don't be polite with me. It's all because of you that I am where I am today." Fu Xingyuan said.
Qiao Lan just happened to knock on the door and came in. When she heard Fu Xingyuan's words, she looked at him with admiration.
This girl is completely different from before.
Fu Xingyuan was frightened by Qiao Lan's gaze, her face turned red and her expression became stiff.
"...I'll go heat up breakfast!"
They fled in panic, their hands and feet trembling.
"Disciple, you have a fever! Let me see!" the old chef shouted.
Qiao Lan chuckled: "It's a blush, not a fever, please save yourself the trouble."
"Why are you blushing?" The old hero was confused.
"Perhaps she felt that her previous arrogance was too foolish?"
The door was not closed tightly. Fu Xingyuan, who had not walked far in the corridor, heard Qiao Lan's teasing and his face turned even redder. He ran out of the building and ran two laps in the wasteland for morning exercise. Only then did he feel a little relieved from the embarrassment and ran back to heat up breakfast for everyone.
After the meal, it was bright outside, but Geng Duofu was still in a coma. Although his condition did not seem to worsen, he showed no signs of waking up, which was worrying.
Xiao Li took care of the pigeons for half the night and went to bed just before dawn. Now he came to deliver the news with a worried look on his face.
She said that in the morning, she found that the sick mouse in her little mouse messenger group had died, and two others had suddenly become sick and gone mad, screaming and biting, and were killed by the leader mouse. In addition, there were four others who had just contracted the disease and were rapidly weakening.
"I painstakingly selected and interacted with hundreds of rats before finally selecting this team. Just when the training was starting to show some results, several members were gone in one night." Little Li's beautiful eyebrows furrowed tightly. "This plague is terrible. Sister Lan, what should we do?"
Qiao Lan spread his hands: "There's nothing we can do. We can only try our best to bear it. If we can't bear it, it's over. Hurry and give them medicine."
She took out the medicine again, reduced the dosage according to the mouse's weight, and gave it to Xiao Li.
Xiao Li hurriedly took the medicine and went to take care of the little member.
As for whether the medicine for humans is effective on mice, no one can tell. We can only do our best and leave the rest to fate.
The same medicine was used on the pigeons last night.
Pigeon Gray twitched for most of the night. He would twitch for a while and then become stiff for a while, then suddenly wake up and twitch again, repeating this many times.
"Do I really have to try mutant pigeon meat? Can I eat one that died of disease?"
This made Qiao Lan deeply worried for a while, and he felt that it would not survive.
Miraculously, it survived until dawn. Its feathers had fallen out overnight, and its body had shrunk three times. It looked like a plucked sparrow, completely devoid of the majestic air of a scout pigeon. Like Geng Duofu, it was in a coma, its life or death uncertain.
Qiao Lan thought about it and gave Xiao Li a few more impure crystal cores, asking her to try feeding them to the mice.
It was like an experiment. If the sick mice ate the crystal core and their weakened bodies weren't blasted apart by the energy, and if it could accelerate their recovery, then we could give it to the pigeons.
Because the meridians of animals are different from those of humans, forget about curing diseases by guiding energy. You can only let them eat on their own and rely on luck to determine their life or death.
Qiao Lan was very busy and tired that night, but she didn't dare to sleep, worried that something might happen to Geng Duofu or the pigeons.
Even if there are sufficient medicines and crystal cores, absolute safety cannot be guaranteed.
This epidemic is really worrying.
"Little guy, you better not get sick."
When we found the cat Xiaohan, the sleepy little princess was still sleeping. What a silly happiness.
The only ones who haven't awakened in the team are it and the chef. The chef has already fallen down, and Qiao Lan now just hopes that the kitten is healthy.
Da Zhuang was just about to come over with a tray in his mouth to bring his sister food. Qiao Lan said, "Can you give Xiao Han some luck so she doesn't get sick, or if she does, she can get better quickly?
The big white cat nodded at Qiao Lan, indicating that it had been added.
"Then why did you let Huihui get sick? You are so nice to it, why don't you give it some luck?" Qiao Lan was puzzled.
Da Zhuang shook his head in annoyance.
I forgot!
Besides, it hadn't realized the disease was so powerful. Giving Xiaohan the extra luck was also a last-ditch effort after discovering Huihui was infected yesterday.
Otherwise, I have to add all the people and animals here in advance, no matter how tired I am!
Meow~~
The cry was filled with regret.
Qiao Lan held it in his arms and stroked its fur to comfort it.
"Okay, it's not all your fault. You're just a small creature, how many can you save? Besides us, there's a group of people over there with Sister Wen, not to mention the ones at the base. We can't save them all."
I heard that the situation at the base isn't very good recently.
As he was speaking, the small light on the communicator flashed and Ye Qi contacted him.
"How is it? Is things better in the base?" Qiao Lan asked as soon as he picked up the phone.
Before Ye Qi could say anything, a cough was heard.
"You got it too?!" Qiao Lan's heart skipped a beat.
I wish I could teleport to the other person immediately.
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