Jack is a senior student in the Department of Financial Management at Harvard Business School. He is 1.78 meters tall and weighs 140 kilograms.
If he had not been instigated by his roommate to play games all night in the Internet cafe and missed the exam in his sophomore year, he would not have had to go to the professor to plead for mercy at the last minute for the course "Biological Evolution". If he had not met the weird professor who wore old black-framed glasses and spitted when he spoke, and was scolded dizzy, he would not have absent-mindedly stepped on the broken test tube.
If Harvard's biological laboratory had not received the $2 million research funding, they would not have purchased the original smallpox virus from a high-level laboratory abroad to carry out genetic modification experiments. If those graduate students could take safety regulations as seriously as they treat experiments, instead of being busy dating school girls all day, they would not simply inactivate a test tube that was still culturing genetically modified viruses and then throw it away. If the old woman who cleaned up the garbage did not use the torn garbage bag, the test tube would not have fallen to the ground, let alone Jack would not have stepped on it.
If Jack stepped on it later, or if it was just ordinary smallpox virus, he would never be infected as he had been vaccinated. And if the virus was completely inactivated, it would be just like another vaccination for Jason.
However, there is no if in the world.
It was a group of fifth-generation weak live viruses that were judged useless by the professors, but the incompletely inactivated viruses fought fiercely with Jason's white blood cells in his body.
Jack's fever subsided and the disease seemed to be cured. But the hospital didn't know that his white blood cells had been annihilated and could no longer resist the invasion of the virus. This was the real reason for his fever.
This matter was too bizarre. Jack had no white blood cells in his body, but when the hospital examined him, they saw active white blood cells under the microscope.
People without white blood cells usually die miserably from various infections. However, the wound on Jack's foot gradually healed.
The hospital also called Harvard to ask what test tube Jack stepped on. But the professors never thought it would be a virus, and they didn't think about it at all.
A series of misunderstandings led Jack to be discharged from the hospital after a few tetanus shots.
It all started when the white blood cells were devoured by the virus.
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"How did I leave that ambulance?" Jack stood in the shadows in the distance, looking at his hands, his heart full of doubts. What happened just now did not leave any trace in his mind. He could only remember the moment when he wanted to leave the ambulance and began to struggle.
"This is so strange." Jack remembered that he had an interview in the afternoon. He quickly checked his body and found nothing abnormal, so he hurried on his way, "Twenty minutes left!"
Twenty minutes later, Jack was trapped on Fifth Avenue, the busiest street in New York, and couldn't move. From three o'clock in the afternoon, there would be a traffic jam here. But Jack's luck was so bad that he was stuck there at eleven o'clock in the morning. He could only watch the taxi meter keep jumping, but he could do nothing.
When he finally arrived at the company, the interview was over.
"God, are you kidding me?" Jack had been unlucky these days, and his resentment finally exploded. He pointed at the sky and cursed.
But cursing God didn't help him find a job. Jack left the company dejectedly and returned to Harvard.
"Where's William?" Jason took off his suit, returned it to his roommate, and fell on the bed.
"I went to the interview." The roommate came over and patted his face, "How was your interview today?"
"It was terrible!" Jack wanted to curse when he thought of what happened today, "In the first interview, I caught the manager's handle, but when I went out, I was hit half to death by a woman who jumped off the building. I finally got to the second interview place, but I was late." The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, grabbing the pillow and throwing it around, "If it weren't for that woman who jumped off the building, I would have been an employee of a foreign-funded enterprise now."
"Don't worry, don't panic, take your time." The roommate was also helpless about Jack's luck this week, "What are you going to do next?"
"Let it be." Jack covered his face with a pillow, and three minutes later, he couldn't breathe.
"You had pain again last night?" The roommate's family had connections and had already secured a place in the graduate school, so he naturally had the leisure to chat with Jack here.
"It hurts." Jack lifted the pillow and sighed, "It's really strange. There was nothing wrong during the day, but it was so hard to take off my pants at night."
"Did you get myasthenia?" The "also" mentioned by the roommate was referring to Alex in the next dormitory.
When Alex was a sophomore, he got myasthenia because of an infection caused by squeezing acne. During the day, he looked like a normal person, but at night he lay in bed groaning, feeling uncomfortable all over, and it took him half an hour to take off his pants. But Alex was a great guy. He got better after a year of injections and medication. He also met a graduate student while playing games in an Internet cafe, and the two began to fall in love.
Now Alex has found a job, and he didn't even take the last make-up exam and went to work in Los Angeles. The school couldn't find him, so they had to send his certificate of completion back to his hometown and never worry about it again.
Of course, the total credits were 150, and Alex only took 74 points before the last May Day. The A4-sized make-up exam list couldn't even fit all the courses he had to retake on one page. Jason kept thinking that maybe the more than 30 make-up exams forced Alex to leave...
Jack shuddered, stood up and yelled: "Get lost, the hospital said it's not this disease!"
"But the hospital can't find anything." The roommate played games alone in the dormitory for a whole morning and was about to collapse. It was not easy to see someone, so he naturally had to have a good chat to relieve his loneliness, "Or is it uremia?"
"Get lost!"
"Ankylosing spondylitis?"
"Can you say something good for me?" Li Lei next door is said to have a stiff spine and his butt hurts all day long.
Jack jumped off the bed and said: "I'm not sick, I just have a high fever and my whole body is sore. I'll be fine in two days."
The roommate frowned: "What should we do in the next two days? You hum every night, we are uncomfortable!"
There is no way to deal with this kind of thing, Jason doesn't know what's wrong with him. Every night after 8 o'clock, my whole body felt like it was stabbed by a knife. After two or three hours of pain, it eased, and then I felt sore all over again, as if I had just run tens of thousands of meters.
"Maybe it will be better in two days." The roommate couldn't bear to see his brother of four years being tortured by illness, and felt very sympathetic to him, "Why don't you make a will first? I just want your laptop..."
Jack kicked his roommate's pillow away.
After dinner, Jack played games with several brothers in the surrounding dormitories for a while, then entrusted the game to a brother and quickly climbed onto the bed.
"Is it going to start again?" Seeing Jack gritting his teeth and shaking while taking off his pants, the brothers felt very sympathetic to him, "It's strange, you can play games but you can't take off your pants." Several people took out a few pieces of cotton and stuffed them in their ears and continued to play cards.
That kind of pain is not something Jack can describe.
Every piece of meat was dripping with blood as if it was cut by a knife, and it was cut into pieces. The pain penetrated into the cells, gently stimulating his pain nerves, and every weak stimulation gathered in his brain, turning into an intense and unbearable pain.
This pain was something Jack had never experienced before. It was not like the numb swelling pain of being punched in the face, nor the stinging pain of being stabbed into the body by a blade and cutting the nerves, nor the numbing pain of being rushed by an electric current.
It was a kind of pain that made people's eyes go black.
What he couldn't see was happening in his body: the tiny virus and the even smaller excrement it produced were wantonly passing through every cell, body fluid, and even the DNA chain in the bone marrow in his body.
What is different from humans, birds, and many animals is that there is no DNA in the red blood cells in the human body. Therefore, although the suspect's blood can be found at many murder scenes, DNA testing cannot be used for genetic identification. This is the reason.
There are no white blood cells in Jack's body. This is also a benefit. At least the virus will not destroy all of Jack's blood for the time being.
But when the bone marrow can no longer produce a normal human red blood cell, is the current resistance still useful?
However, Jack was lucky that something wonderful was happening in his body. When the virus's DNA chain entered Jack's bone marrow, it was slowly fused.
Each of Jason's DNA chains was cut into pieces by the virus, and the virus's DNA was also constantly broken. Then, two completely different sets of DNA fragments began to slowly fuse together and regenerate.
There are 23 pairs of chromosomes in the human body, more than 3 billion base pairs of DNA combinations, each of which is constantly being destroyed and then constantly regenerated.
"Do you want to take some painkillers?" Although the roommate was used to this scene, he looked at Jack stiffening on the bed, his face pale, and his hands clenched, and still said with some concern, "Taking one occasionally will not harm the brain."
Jack's pain today is worse than in the past. He could grit his teeth and endure the severe pain in the past, but he could no longer bear it: "Give me medicine..."
The hoarse vocal cords did not make any sound.
"What a man." The roommate didn't see Jack's lips moving, and sat under the bed with some admiration, "What a man..."
Jack was almost fainted from the pain, and his body, which was still twitching slightly, stopped at this time.
He lay motionless on the bed, with only a snow-white ceiling in front of him, and the sound of poker filling his ears gradually faded. He gradually couldn't feel that he was still lying on the bed, but only felt that his body was very light, and was gradually flying towards the dark sky...
"Are you awake?" When Jack opened his eyes again, the roommate came over on the ladder, "Would you like some water?"
Jack's hands could feel the softness of the towel blanket, and his body could also feel that he was lying on the bed. This real feeling made him ecstatic: "What time is it?" He could speak! He could make a sound! It was the first time that he felt that it was really good to be able to speak and see.
"Eight thirty." The roommate looked at his phone and answered.
It's okay. Jack sighed, "I have an interview tomorrow. Lend me your clothes."
The roommate looked a little strange: "What interview?"
"An import and export company at 10 a.m. tomorrow." Jack sat up and looked at the quiet dormitory. "Are you not playing cards?"
The roommate's Adam's apple moved and swallowed: "I think you have missed the interview."
"What?!" Jack looked at his phone, "Eight o'clock, even if it's eight o'clock in the morning, I can get there!"
"You slept for 24 hours." The roommate's words directly broke Jack's heart, "It was when we were playing cards last night..."
Ah? !