The death toll is still increasing, but the epidemic has not spread.

The people on Blood Coral Island have become more cohesive since Sonangel's death and they have embraced them into a group. Yang Zheng did not see fear and fear in everyone's face, but was full of confidence and hope.

They worked harder and no one complained, no one said they missed their family.

With the notes earned by Sonangel's life, research finally made some breakthroughs.

New drugs have been studied and can relieve the disease and onset time.

Although this cannot fundamentally solve the Black Death, people are greatly encouraged, at least to make the patients less painful.

The connection between blood coral and small fishing villages is getting closer and closer, and the potions are often sent to the front line.

This day.

Another patient was sent, to be precise, a sensible patient.

When Yang Zheng knew that he was a member of the Shadow Force, he quickly put on his protective suit and rushed over. The Shadow Force has always been his direct army, and each one is an elite among the elites. Yang Zheng almost remembers everyone's name.

He was shocked when he saw the man.

He dismissed the doctors and left behind a few people who could know the secret.

Then he walked towards the boy who was saluting him.

"No. 9, what's wrong with you?"

The boy was the No. 9 promoted by Yang Zheng himself. He was the most outstanding in the shadow army, regardless of his character or qualification. Yang Zheng gave him high hopes, but he didn't expect him to get sick. Yang Zheng was a little annoyed. The shadow army was different from other troops. Even if the epidemic spreads so much, he gave each of them protective clothing. With their caution, the chance of getting sick is very small.

9 lowered his head and said, "Sorry, General, I was lurking near Red Moon Province. A month ago, I met a girl being chased by a group of bandits. I took action, but I didn't expect that there was a virus lurking in the girl's body. I saved her and told me that she was a homeless person and that the whole family had died of illness. Sure enough, not long after, she also started to get sick. I knew something was wrong, so I came back to apologize to the general. I didn't want to die in vain. If I wanted to come back, it might be helpful for the study of the epidemic."

At this time, No. 9 took out a stack of conditions.”

After hearing the words No. 9, Yang Zheng was speechless.

How could he rebuke such a loyal soldier?

He sighed long: "No. 9, I have always treated you as the commander of the shadow army. You are the best warrior I have ever seen..."

"General. This is my fault." No. 9 still had that indifferent face.: I may not have much time to worry about it.

Yang Zheng felt kind to him when he saw him. No. 9 had too many things he was familiar with. He was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. He was tenacious and self-improvement. Some of his qualities were exactly the same as him. Yang Zheng didn't say anything in his heart. He even wanted No. 9 to inherit his status in Taoyuan in the future.

It’s really good that such a talent is about to die due to a small negligence. Yang Zheng smiled bitterly: “No. 9, tell me, what else do you have? As long as I can do it for you, I will never refuse.”

9 said lightly: "I am an orphan, and I have no worries. The days in Taoyuan are the happiest time in my life. I have no regrets to die for Taoyuan."

This kind of words are even more touching to say from a young man who is still a little older.

Yang Zheng silently stepped forward and hugged No. 9 with force.

"I hope you can fight to the last moment and don't give up."

9 nodded silently.

...

A week later, on the 9th, he began to get sick.

He locked himself in the room and could not hear anything.

Every time a doctor comes in to help him check his body, he will cooperate. No one has ever seen a look of pain or sadness on his face.

In his spare time, No. 9 still exercised as usual, as if the pain had never come to him.

Everyone who sees him is moved by the young man's tenacious will.

Because he was already sick, he could occasionally see him visit other people in the disease and would say a few words to them.

Among all the people who are infected, No. 9 is the most calm and the youngest.

Gradually, those infected people no longer complain about the injustice of life every day. During the exercise on the 9th, more and more patients will join him. This is a touching picture. The clouds of sorrow no longer cover these people struggling on the brink of death.

If fate destined them to die, then can you leave with a smile?

9 The symptoms in the body are getting worse and worse.

His body also began to fester, with more and more lumps. He no longer

It's right.

Because he was afraid that the germs would be infected through the air, No. 9 asked someone to prepare some steel training equipment for him. When he endured inhuman torture, he did not give up tempering himself.

Yang Zheng would go over to sit with him for an hour every day to teach him some new martial arts.

One teaches with heart, the other learns with heart.

Both the master and the disciple turned a blind eye to the god of death wandering above their heads.

One month!

Two months!

Many patients who were infected with the disease at the same time as No. 9 have died.

9 was still alive, although he seemed to have no intact skin on his body and often coughed out black blood.

"I'm fine, I can still live!" Every time Yang Zheng came to see him, No. 9 would say this.

His tenacity is shocking.

...

Three months later, Yang Zheng found that the blood coughed out on the 9th began to turn red.

Then, the doctors found that the tumor on No. 9 was actually softening.

Is this a miracle?

All the doctors were in a state of excitement, and they were paying attention to the progress of the disease on No. 9 every day...

9 He still does his own business, except for receiving treatment and examinations, and practices. He works tirelessly, like a machine that will not stop.

Two weeks later, he stopped slapping hemoptysis.

A month later, the tumor on his body began to subside...

Miracle! It happened!

Yang Zheng did not see No. 9's joy, but he still saw a trace of rebirth from the depths of his eyes, this strong-willed boy.

Miracles won't happen to unprepared people.

9 Demobilized.

He is alive again! The entire Blood Coral Island is cheering. The victory of No. 9 is not a one-person victory. After experiencing a long darkness, people finally saw a glimmer of light.

Since the outbreak of the Black Death, the first No. 9 survived the test and was the first person to recover from the disease.

Let people see hope for defeating the Black Death.

...

"He already has antibodies in his body." Yang Zheng said calmly.

"What is an antibody?"

Yang Zheng pondered for a moment. He could not say that antibodies are immunoglobulins produced by plasma cells differentiated from B cells under the stimulation of antigenic substances. They can specifically bind to the corresponding antigen. This is not the earth, and no one can understand this. He organized a sentence and said: "Antibody is actually a kind of resistance substance produced by our body after being invaded by external viruses."

He pointed to No. 9 and said, "For example, after he survived the Black Death virus, this kind of resistance substance will be produced in his body. Even if he comes into contact with this virus again, he will not be infected again. There are already such resistance substances in his body that can kill those viruses."

Although the doctors did not understand this principle, their eyes lit up when they heard "resistance substances" and "no longer infected", and they stared at No. 9.

Even No. 9's calm personality couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed.

"The general means, can we extract this resistance substance?"

Yang Zheng really couldn't bear to pour their cold water. Antibodies were so easy to extract. There are special cases of self-recovery of terminal illnesses such as natural cancers and AIDS on the earth, but this is still a medical difficulty. Many virus vaccines were extracted through dozens or hundreds of years of research.

With the simple medical technology of this world, it is a fantasy to extract the Black Death antibody.

He was silent for a long time before saying, "I don't want to attack you, but antibody refining is very, very difficult and almost impossible to start. You can try it, but I don't want you to put your hope on it. As for the moment, isolation and protection are the foundation for our survival in Taoyuan. It is better for everyone to do anything."

...

As expected, on the 9th, some blood would be drawn out for doctors to study every day, but there was no progress.

It's just as outrageous as creating space satellites in this world.

Miracles exist in this world, but if there are no prerequisites, creating miracles is just a dream.

Yang Zheng did not put his hopes on this from the beginning. In terms of historical experience, in the face of such a major disaster, treatment is only an auxiliary, and prevention and isolation work is much more effective than the so-called "vaccine".

For example, there has not been a case of cross-infection in Taoyuan until now, and this is the role of prevention.

As long as it is strictly implemented, Taoyuan will have a high chance of escaping this disaster.
Chapter completed!