But Chen Zhou had never followed his body's instincts.
He knew well that the immune system needed nutrition and energy to fight the virus, so no matter how much he didn't want to eat, he would forcefully shove food into his mouth.
At the very least, he had to ensure there was consumable food in his stomach, or else the virus would become increasingly rampant.
What comforted him was that, despite the severe symptoms of his cold, he had not experienced dangerous signals like high fever, blood-streaked phlegm, nor intense dizziness and headaches.
On an isolated island lacking medicine, if a cold were to worsen into a bacterial infection, bacterial pneumonia, or viral meningitis, his small life would most likely be forfeited.
Unless by a stroke of luck on March 8th, he could get hold of a large quantity of cold medicine.
Otherwise, not even the greatest amount of tobacco leaves and garlic could reclaim his life from King Yama's hands.
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