There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

"I couldn't find the root cause in physics, and I also tried to find a breakthrough in psychology, trying to find out if there was any psychological trauma, childhood shadows, etc."

"But from my conversation with Mrs. Lilia, I could tell that she was a very strong person and did not show any obvious emotional defects or mental disorder."

"If the physical abnormality is caused by mental factors, it will definitely manifest as a peculiarity in the mind, such as logic, values, and language expression."

"But there were absolutely no results."

The information I received from this conversation was the same as what I got from Mr. Dart.

In cases where a diagnosis cannot be confirmed but symptoms continue to appear, it can be considered a terminal illness, making even targeted treatment impossible.

"Doctor, my friend also wants to know what the ingredients of the medicine she's taking are?"

Upon hearing this, Dr. Dort took some materials out of the cabinet and placed them in front of me.

"This small bottle contains pyridostigmine. Each time you add one gram, it can promote the synthesis of ATP in the brain, promote the synthesis of acetylcholine and enhance the transmission of nerve excitation, thus promoting brain metabolism."

"This bag of white powder is ordinary glucose. Each time, use 20 grams and stir it into 450ml of water to replenish energy."

Finally, he took out a bag of dried herbs from the cabinet and placed it in front of me.

"This is a special plant on the island, which I call Green Medicine. It contains a special ingredient that can accelerate metabolism and enhance memory, attention, and thinking ability, but oral administration can cause short-term esophageal paralysis."

It seems that this strange plant with its intertwined branches and leaves, resembling seaweed, is the ingredient in the medicine I drank.

"Doctor, well... I have one last question for my friend."

Dr. Dort put away the medicinal herbs and sat back down in his seat: "Go on."

My friend wants to know, Doctor, did your teacher reply later?

"Did Boss Dart tell you? He has always been concerned about Mrs. Lilia's illness and even helped me purchase a lot of medicine."

Dr. Dort nodded, not surprised that I knew about this.

"The teacher did write me a letter. He said that the normal test results could not be used as a standard for diagnosis, but it was a pity that he could not come across the ocean to help me with the diagnosis."

"But in the letter, he put forward a new hypothesis that I found too absurd to accept at all."

"What assumption?" I feel like the answer I'm looking for might be in there.

Dort pulled a notebook out of the drawer, on which was a piece of paper with handwriting so neat it didn't seem to be from a doctor's hand.

The text consists of only a short paragraph, yet every stroke is powerful and resolute, reflecting the author's assertive and decisive personality.

"...Given the patient's special circumstances and inability to travel, I will briefly outline my diagnostic opinion:"

First, when a patient is in a state of extreme health disorder, the focus should be on examining the external factors affecting their living environment and recording all suspicious variables.

Second, are there any genetic issues with the patient? Given the limited equipment available, analysis could be conducted on the dominant genes in the two children.

Thirdly, this is an unrelated guess of mine. This case reminded me of a patient I encountered when I was younger. This case does not represent any valid judgment.

Appendix: Medical Record Summary

The patient was a 45-year-old male who began vomiting repeatedly after returning from overseas travel, and experienced dizziness and weakness. He was admitted to the hospital for further diagnosis and treatment. He had no prior medical history and denied any past medical history or bad habits.

Physical examination: The patient appeared anemic, with pale conjunctiva. No obvious abnormalities were found in the heart and lungs. The abdomen was flat and soft, with no visible gastrointestinal tract. There was mild tenderness below the xiphoid process, but no rebound tenderness. The liver and spleen were not palpable below the costal margin.

Diagnosis: The patient exhibited severe aversion to the natural environment, manifested as intolerance to eating, activity, and breathing, and even severe discomfort in overcoming gravity, rapidly progressing to delirium and rambling. The patient died suddenly after admission, and the body was taken away by family members, making further investigation into the cause of death impossible.

Personal Notes: Is it possible that it rejects all existing ecological environments? Is there an unseen, intelligent virus playing games with patients and doctors? And is the patient we're diagnosing a patient a patient or a virus?

Chapter 45 Originates from the Fifth Day of the Emerald Elephant

The hospital was deserted at night. The moonlight, which tried to stream in through the windows, was blocked by the curtains and could only linger outside, peering at the two silent people inside.

I suddenly felt my throat was a little dry, so I picked up the notebook, took a sip, and put it down.

"Dr. Dort, are there really diseases in the world that can play hide-and-seek with humans?"

Dr. Dort's figure in his white coat appeared exceptionally cold and aloof in the night, like a lone shadow stretching across the horizon.

His serious expression became even more incisive, but his speech lacked complete confidence.

"My teacher mentioned this unusual case many times in his later letters. At the time, he was a general practitioner and he was very concerned about this kind of stubborn disease and tried to make it his main focus."

"But when he visited the address on the medical record, he only saw a house that had been vacated for a long time, and no one knew where the family had gone."

"The neighbors said that the old man was actually an empty nester living alone, and those family members were his temporary servants in disguise, who had long since scattered like birds and beasts."

"So this mystery has been troubling the teacher for a long time."

"I think the common point between the two cases is that the source of the disease cannot be found, and the symptoms persist."

I pondered for a long time before asking the question.

"Doctor, do you believe that singing can kill someone?"

"Singing?" Dr. Dort asked, puzzled. "I know that the infrasound waves of some whales can injure human internal organs. But how can singing, as an audible sound wave, have a harmful effect? ​​If singing could harm people, then humanity would have gone extinct long ago."

"Yes, if we couldn't adapt to the environment, humanity would have gone extinct long ago..."

I muttered to myself, when suddenly a flash of inspiration struck me.

I suddenly looked intently at the doctor and said, word by word.

"What if... humans can't adapt to the environment?"

"Can't adapt to the environment? Then in that case..."

"The problem isn't me, it's the world. That explains the strange behavior in the case studies..."

I ignored the doctor's sudden use of childish language and continued my analysis.

"Actually, it's not that the body is being interfered with by the virus, but rather that the normal environment has become a virus that is harmful to the body, so there will be an overreaction to all seasons..."

Dr. Dort actually rushed to the medical record cabinet, rummaged through it, found a medical record book, and started reading as he spoke.

"So my test results are fine; the problem lies with these indicators! These indicators, which are normal for ordinary people, are actually completely abnormal for Mrs. Lilia!"

"Marcus! Your idea is incredibly creative! I need to analyze it further immediately!"

"Dr. Dort grabbed my hand and said excitedly."

"Then should I have Mrs. Lilia examined again?"

"No! Not at all! Her previous test data is the best reference. What I need is to prepare the medicine according to the individually set indicators. As long as it is effective, it means that our analysis is correct!"

"Dr. Dort, you really are an expert!"

"This is all thanks to you! But if we're going to conduct the experiments, I don't have enough medicinal herbs here." Dr. Dort scratched his head a little embarrassedly. "Could you please help me gather some herbs? I can offer you payment!"

"Leave it to me!"

Since there was a reward, I decided to take it all on, but then I thought about it again...

"But doctor, I have no idea what herbs look like..."

"I'll send someone with you! Please!"

"OK then."

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After leaving the hospital, I walked onto the path back to the ranch.

If such research were to begin, it should be able to alleviate the condition to some extent, right?

Regarding that mysterious song, I'm still in the exploratory stage, piecing together the truth from various clues. Until this problem is resolved, the ranch's development remains shrouded in mystery, preventing me from feeling at ease.

But in the early stages of the ranch, I didn't want to get too involved in these things and add uncertainty to my future.

I silently calculated that the potatoes on the ranch would be ripe in two days, at which point we could sell a batch as our main product. This would allow us to expand production and also put livestock farming on the agenda.

The ranch buildings also need further improvement, which means I need to allocate more time for cutting general-purpose stone...

With that in mind, I don't have enough time each day. I need to reduce the frequency of wandering around town and focus on the development of the ranch.

With that in mind, I finally made it back to the ranch under the clear, bright moon.

As soon as I stepped through the ranch gate, a pony came galloping towards me with a pitiful expression on its face:

°('? Dis?｀)゜!

Okay, okay, I understand. It's my fault for not spending enough time with you.

I stroked the pony's head, combed its slightly tangled mane, and then, holding the reins, we walked around the pasture.

"Hmm... This place is near a river, so we can dig a pond with running water for raising fish and irrigation!"

After walking a few steps, I actually found a good spot. It was right on the edge of the pasture, on a protruding riverbank, where the water flow was relatively concentrated. Judging from the location, all I had to do was dig a ditch to bring the water into the pasture.

Moreover, this row can also serve as a location for a water station, used to build water mills and water power plants!

That also ended the power supply to my ranch.

The town uses a hydroelectric power station on a river dam, but it's too far from the town.

I asked the owner of Dart, and he said that to connect the ranch to electricity, we would need at least seven kilometers of power lines, which was a lot of work that was not within my scope of consideration, so it has been delayed.

Residents of other towns all have access to electricity via pre-installed power lines from when the town was established.

When I think back, I remember the monologues of the town's first residents, who said that they even laid cables layer by layer in the mines, so there were no technical problems for the town at all.

Speaking of water, I'm reminded of Zack, who gave me the fishing rod.

In the second half of this year, a Sino-US co-production...

No, it was the short bow I gave him to ship the day before yesterday. I don't know if it's been sold or not; I haven't heard anything from him.

Logically speaking, even if some of the steel products I've crafted are outdated compared to the production capabilities of the industrial era, this handcrafted short bow should at least be sold as a work of art, right?

Or will this short bow simply disappear without a trace?

If the sales of shortbows go well, I can transform my development plan, which is mainly based on agriculture, into a wealth-generating plan based on handicrafts, and achieve self-sufficiency in the ranch more quickly.

Even at this point, I didn't realize that I, who was homeless in the dazzling city, had such a deep obsession with developing my own ranch!

All the plans were made to establish this ranch as my home and end the feeling of wandering.

Before he knew it, Xiao Ma had walked around twice more, and his eyes were starting to feel blurry, as if they were about to close.

I led it back to the stable, checked the pasture fence, and then went back to my room, officially ending my day.