Not in water, but in information. His desk was a graveyard of highlit textbooks. Harrison’s loomed like a brick. Robbins sat fat and smug. But the worst, the absolute bane of his existence, was microbiology. A swirling chaos of Gram-positive rods, anaerobic cocci, and viruses with more envelopes than a post office.
“If you can tell a story, you can save a life.” microbiology made ridiculously simple latest edition
Influenza was the clumsy party crasher who kept changing its jacket (antigenic drift) or showing up in a completely new disguise (antigenic shift). The drawing of a flu virus in a fake mustache and sunglasses was absurdly effective. Not in water, but in information
Marcus laughed out loud. A real, genuine laugh. He hadn't laughed in weeks. Robbins sat fat and smug
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“Why does this patient have relapsing fever after a rat bite?” they’d ask.