NFBE Chapter 365 Rare Pathogens
Chapter 365 Rare Pathogens
Ma Chuanfeng took a shower in the bathroom for two hours.
I always feel unclean...
It was not until dawn outside that he walked out trembling.
Then he started cleaning the house, throwing all the wine bottles, garbage, and even the dishes used by a few young men into the trash can.
Even the tile floor was wiped over and over again.
Ma Chuanfeng breathed a sigh of relief only after confirming again and again that there were no loopholes.
At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was extremely dark, especially his mouth, which was completely bloodless.
Ma Chuanfeng was shocked when he saw himself in the mirror.
"It's okay...it's okay...it will be fine after a good night's sleep..."
He forced himself to calm down and went straight into bed.
After a while, he felt his body getting colder and colder. It was the kind of cold from the inside out...
But he had clearly heated the kang. The bed was not cold...
Ma Chuanfeng couldn't help but wrap the quilt tighter, and his teeth began to chatter uncontrollably.
The chill seemed to carry an inexplicable force, constantly drilling into the cracks between his bones.
"What on earth is going on?" he muttered to himself, the fear in his heart rising again.
Suddenly, he seemed to hear a faint cry, which was shrill and miserable, echoing in the silent room. Ma Chuanfeng sat up suddenly, and cold sweat fell like rain.
"Who? Who's there?" His voice trembled.
However, the only response he got was the lingering crying. At this moment, the temperature in the room seemed to be even lower, and Ma Chuanfeng felt that his breathing was about to freeze.
He wanted to escape from the room, but found that his body could not move at all, as if bound by an invisible force.
"Help... Help!" he shouted desperately.
Not long after, he fainted.
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In the hospital, when Ma Chuanfeng woke up, he saw his wife standing there with an anxious look on her face.
He looked around, then raised his hands weakly with soreness all over his body: "What...what's wrong with me?"
The wife rushed over and cried, "You scared me to death! I called you this morning but no one answered. Then I called you more than a dozen times and no one answered!"
"I was so anxious that I took a taxi to the old house. I saw you curled up and shivering."
"When I touched your forehead, it was terribly hot!"
"Then I called an ambulance and sent you to the hospital."
"Your fever is as high as 41C. The doctor said if you were brought in later, your life might be in danger!"
Ma Chuanfeng frowned palely: "Did you lock the door when you left the old house? Did you smell any strange smell?"
The wife looked at her husband in confusion and said, "I locked the door, and there is no smell in the house!"
"That's good...that's good..." Ma Chuanfeng breathed a sigh of relief and muttered something mysteriously.
"What's wrong, Lao Ma?" his wife asked worriedly, "You...you are not crazy!"
"It's okay..." Ma Chuanfeng forced a smile: "Call the doctor over, I'll ask myself."
"Okay..." The wife ran out quickly and found the doctor.
After a while, a male doctor in his fifties walked into the ward and smiled: "You're awake!"
"Well, thank you, doctor." Ma Chuanfeng half leaned against the head of the bed and said softly, "Doctor, what's wrong with me? Why did I suddenly have a high fever?"
The doctor adjusted his glasses and said, "We don't know yet. The test results will be out later."
"It's okay. The medical level of our hospital is still good. I think your condition is caused by a virus. It's not a big problem."
"Take a good rest. I'll let you know when there's a result."
The wife standing by always felt that there was something strange about her husband.
She frowned and asked tentatively: "Old Ma, tell me the truth, has something happened again?"
"You are in good health and don't have any serious problems. Even if it is a virus, your fever shouldn't be this high! And where did such a strong virus come from?"
Ma Chuanfeng's eyes flickered unnaturally for a few times: "Don't make blind guesses, what can happen to me?"
"Okay, I'll take a nap. I feel like I'm running out of energy. Wake me up if there's any news from the doctor later."
The wife nodded helplessly and sat by to watch.
Ma Chuanfeng closed his eyes, but couldn't fall asleep. Strange images kept flashing through his mind. The crying, the immobile body, the inexplicable coldness, lingered.
After an unknown amount of time, the doctor came in with the examination report.
"The results are out." The doctor's expression was a little serious. "Ma Chuanfeng, your blood test is a little abnormal. The values of white blood cells and lymphocytes are not normal. We suspect that you may have been exposed to some rare pathogens."
Ma Chuanfeng's heart tightened: "Doctor, can you find out what the pathogen is?"
The doctor shook his head: "We can't be sure yet. Further examination and analysis are needed. But don't worry too much. We will do our best to find the cause."
The wife listened and felt that something was wrong. "Lao Ma, what on earth did you come into contact with?"
Ma Chuanfeng remained silent, his face becoming increasingly ugly. At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang, he glanced at the caller ID, and his hands began to tremble involuntarily.
"Who's calling?" asked the wife.
"No...no one." Ma Chuanfeng hung up the phone in a panic.
However, his unusual behavior had aroused his wife's suspicion. She snatched the phone and saw the note of the missed call, which read "Shashi Lao Zhang".
"Lao Zhang?" His wife was even more puzzled: "Why didn't you answer Lao Zhang's call?"
Ma Chuanfeng waved his hands: "It's uncomfortable... It's uncomfortable to talk. Can you let me be quiet for a while?"
At this moment, his mind was in a mess.
A rare pathogen? Could it be the secret room? Or the skull?
The more Ma Chuanfeng thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead again. Seeing him like this, his wife became even more anxious: "Old Ma, I have been with you for nearly 20 years. You must be hiding something from me!"
"Tell me the truth, have you been digging the cellar again?"
Ma Chuanfeng gritted his teeth and refused to admit it: "I didn't! You and the child are in trouble, who can I dig!"
"I beg you, please let me be quiet for a while, okay?"
The wife had a complicated expression on her face. She sat on a chair nearby and said nothing.
Ma Chuanfeng did not have a fever during the day.
But as soon as it got dark, the chill came back and his body began to shiver.
Seeing this, his wife quickly called a doctor.
The doctor paused and said quickly, "Ma Chuanfeng, your pathogen is really rare. After discussion by our expert group, we decided to conduct a more in-depth examination on you."
"Including bone marrow puncture... I hope you and your family are prepared."
Ma Chuanfeng's face turned pale instantly, and his wife panicked: "Bone marrow puncture? Is it that serious?"
In the next few days, Ma Chuanfeng would have a high fever every night when night fell.
After repeated tortures, he lost a lot of weight and became mentally unstable, often talking strangely in his sleep.
"Get out... all of you, get out! Don't come over here... don't come over here..."
"I was wrong...I was wrong...please let me go..."