Chapter 27: Awakening

The dozens of people in the lab did not notice how much time had passed, they were struggling to work on the next step - the creation of an immune vaccine for the Martian virus.

They were then joined by a large team of two hundred people, all scientists who had originally been waiting in the wings. Now that the crisis was over, there was no need for a standby, so they joined in the development of the vaccine.

As soon as the vaccine comes out, mankind can be said to have completely defeated the Martian virus, no longer afraid of being infected.

However, this also requires gene sequencing, biological experiments and other multiple means of assistance, need a lot of time, no one or two months should not be done.

...

In the Noah ship, many people stood on the side of the ship, staring blankly out of the window, this fiery red planet and imagine the non-good land.

Their mood at the moment is apprehensive and restless. From the emergence of the Mars virus, to scientists in the first place, and then to the emergence of the death of individual cases, have not let them so restless.

Because they saw the dawn of victory, they began to be a little impatient.

Since the radio broadcast once, many people began to work quietly, just a few hours seemed like a lifetime so long.

But after that short message, there were no more reports of the Martian virus ... The occasional tidbits of information were not very credible. Everyone is impatient, they want to be the first to hear the relevant news.

Time passed, and finally it came to 7 p.m. The time to broadcast the news arrived.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, this is the evening broadcast." In the midst of people's expectation, a familiar female voice came out.

"Here we go, the evening broadcast is starting!" "Come back quickly, the news is out!" Someone shouted in the Noah.

A female host appeared on the TV screen, dressed in a professional suit, with a happy face, and said at a very fast pace: "It is understood that at 4:30 this afternoon, the first patient infected with the Martian virus has awakened, and the majority of patients are beginning to improve. Scientists use anti-virus serum ..."

"Ah!!!"

"Victory!"

"We have won!"

In an instant, everyone cheered and a sea of joy formed. The people had been suppressed for too long, as if people who were drowning had suddenly inhaled oxygen and burst out en masse.

It was the joy of a long drought ... overcoming the virus, how difficult it was.

Many people knew that they could not be of much use in the fight against the virus and could only work silently in the background.

Only silent work, silent prayer, no panic, no riot, is the best support for the front-line personnel.

There are even gossip that their captain, Mr. Oliver, also joined the war ... although the truth or falsity of the news is not known.

But people's hearts are really very suffocating and depressing, the virus incident is not solved one day, they will be depressed one day, the heart of the sword of Damocles hanging one day.

But now, the news of victory finally came, all the anxiety can be put down, how can they not happy, not joy?

...

I don't know how long it took, Oliver finally opened his eyes, he had a splitting headache.

Looking around, there was nothing empty, only a nurse with him. The instruments were removed from his body, and he had a bottle of saline hanging from his hand.

He sat up, feeling very weak and without much strength.

"Mr. Yu, you're awake!" The female nurse on the side called out in surprise, "Ah, be careful, you've had a lot of blood drawn, you need more rest."

"We ..." Oliver coughed, his voice still very hoarse.

"Yes, the scientists have used your blood to create an anti-viral serum that works very well!" The female nurse seemed to guess what Oliver was going to ask and answered directly.

"A total of ... how many people have died?" Oliver nodded and didn't dwell on anything like blood draws, but asked the question he was most concerned about ...

He was a little flustered, afraid to hear a big number. Looking at the time, he had been unconscious for at least three days, and a lot can happen in three days!

Talking about this, the female nurse's tone obviously dimmed down: "A total of ...23 Mars virus patients passed away. But now, the condition has been effectively controlled, and some have even recovered."

"Alas, 23 people ah ..." Oliver rubbed his aching head and sighed deeply, the number was the same as he had estimated.

He did see 23 stars eclipsed in that dark space ... 23 humans just went away. This also shows that the starry sky he saw was indeed not an illusion, but real.

Twenty-three people, ah, both ordinary people and subsequent researchers, just went away and just fell in the first step under the deep sky ... He felt a little melancholy.

"What is the situation now?" Oliver continued to ask.

"About a third of the patients, treated with the antibody serum have awakened, the rest are still in a coma ... but the problem should not be too big. As soon as we are sure that the virus is completely gone, we can be discharged from the hospital."

The female nurse seemed to be the first time to have a serious conversation with the captain of the Noah, a little nervous: "This is also thanks to your antibody serum, they drew a lot of blood ..."

Oliver didn't chime in, he was a little down, obviously not in a very good mood.

{If I had come forward earlier, they probably wouldn't have died,...} the thought just popped up in his mind and was immediately suppressed by him.

This kind of thing cannot be blamed on him, he really has tried his best. The first time he came up with this solution he stepped forward. He is not the nanny of mankind, nor is he the patron saint of mankind, there is really no way to protect all people.

The entire human race has also done its best, and all the responses have been very good, with little room for improvement.

Perhaps such sacrifices are inevitable in this bleak starry sky. Without their sacrifice, there is no way for humanity to be more mature and go farther.

Only after this kind of thing, human beings can really mature. When it comes to landing on the next planet, humans are bound to be more cautious now.

It's just ... death, it's always an uncomfortable thing.

23 people, equivalent to five ten thousandths of the population, too much, Oliver really heartbroken, but he can not do anything, can only silently endure ...

Two weeks later, everyone was restored to health.

A huge funeral ceremony began, and Oliver was obliged to appear in this situation.

The remains of 23 warriors were cremated and then buried deep in the ground in one metal box after another.

"Ladies and gentlemen.

Our 23 warriors just fell on Mars, among them, some were doctors, some were scientific researchers, and some were members of the scientific research team ... they just fell, forever, on the first station under the stars ..."

There were low cries from below, and many were wiping the tears from their eyes.

"The cold remains had no temperature, and no more words of praise they could hear ... death is the end of life, but their spirit, however, has passed on forever."

"Their courage, too, will always be celebrated by us, and they are the greatest pride of our new humanity ... Let us, in their memory, observe five minutes of silence."

Oliver lowered his head and observed a moment of silence for those who died.

Everyone lowered their heads, the entire interior of the airship was surprisingly really ya bird silent, only the faint sound of crying was smothered in the mouth.

At first, after learning that humans had defeated the virus, many people were still joyful and excited. But now, people began to grieve and suffer. These were 23 fellow human beings who had died like this, and perhaps among them were their friends and relatives, buried on Mars, never to return.

Five minutes later, the machine started, the urn was lowered, and a huge bronze monument was erected on the ground. It uses the strongest material available to mankind, strong enough to ensure that it will not fall down for billions of years, and is engraved with the names of the 23 fallen.

"Let us always remember their names, they are: John? Claude, Charlie? Wise, Li Zhixiang ...

Brothers and sisters, go all the way."

"The dead have passed away, I hope the rest of us, can live well and can live happily ever after. In the meantime, we must inherit their ideals and aspirations and carry forward the best of our human spirit ..."

Next came the tribute to the first-line fighters. The friends and relatives of the fallen, as well as the researchers, medics and soldiers on the front line were rewarded: a large amount of new coins and the right to choose a house.

No one said much about this, because they had really given a lot and the commendation was deserved.