Maki Nao stood up. "I looked at the medical records and photos. I wonder if the soil and water there are the problem."
"Mr. Maki makes a good point. To be honest, the International Medical Association suspected this too. So they took samples of the soil and water from there for study. But they found nothing unusual. Also, as I said, it was a group of international hikers who found that small island after suffering a disaster. They lived there for about twenty days, but none of them got sick. This means the illness is genetic, not caused by outside factors," Old Liu continued.
"Then, if that’s the case, did their ancestors have some illness? How is their health? Are they mentally weak?" Max asked.
"The people there are self-sufficient. They work from sunrise to sunset and rest well. Their spirits are good. Except for the red rashes that appear from time to time, there is one more thing. You know, people need to marry to continue their family line. The islanders buy wives and husbands from other places through special channels. Before marriage, these wives are normal. No matter what they eat or drink, they don’t get sick. But after they marry and truly become couples with the islanders, they also get the red rash for one week and no rash for the next week," Old Liu continued.
What a strange illness. The representatives present looked at each other, confused.
Zhu Yanyi looked at the last photo. Her mind kept thinking of similar illnesses. She felt this illness was weird. It seemed like there was something she needed to remind everyone of. If just one clue came out, the truth of this illness would be revealed.
The morning was short, so everyone discussed the illness. Actually, Old Liu brought up this topic only because it rained today. The outdoor exchange activity was not suitable, so they changed the agenda. But the effect looked good. By lunchtime, the discussion still had no result. Since they hadn’t seen the real patients yet, judging only by the descriptions and photos in the materials was impossible. At most, they could only discuss with each other. With no results, they naturally paused for now.
In the afternoon, they would have the day’s afternoon agenda: mutual quiz exams. They would draw numbers again. Two numbers would be drawn, and the two people with those numbers would be opponents. They would quiz each other. Each person would ask five questions, aiming to stump the other. If the other person admitted defeat, the winner would get one point. The loser would get no points.
"Considering there are seventy-three representatives, an odd number, one person will have a bye. The person with the bye doesn’t need to answer questions and can directly get one point," Old Liu explained the rules.
The representatives from various countries felt this agenda was quite thrilling. Anyway, no one knew who would get the bye. Everyone had a chance.
"Now I will assign numbers to everyone," Old Liu continued. "This is the number drawing. Mr. Brown, a member of the International Medical Association, will draw the numbers for us. Please, Mr. Brown."
Since Mr. Brown was a member of the International Medical Association, no one in the room worried about any tricks or behind-the-scenes manipulation.