The common cold was one of the most common yet most irritating illnesses. Almost everyone in the world had caught one before, but even this most common of diseases still had no instant cure.
If you went to the hospital with a cold, the Doctor would definitely tell you four words: "Get plenty of rest." In truth, those four words worked better than any cold medicine. No medication could compare to the body's own immunity.
In the fast-paced modern world, few people took leave just because of a cold. Most merely went to work with hoarse throats and stuffed noses, resigned to their fate. Yet there was no doubt that this illness, which would not cause any serious consequences, made working people feel utterly miserable.
Coughing and runny noses were only the mildest symptoms. Headaches and weakness were the truly deadly ones. Still, people living in modern cities had warm beds to lie in after work. They could pull thick blankets over themselves and get a good night's sleep. If things got worse, they could get an IV drip at the hospital. At worst, they would spend a couple days admitted.
But what did Bruce have now?
He had only a tin can. It blocked neither wind nor rain, and it was so shabby that using it as a coffin would bring tears to one's eyes.
Forget cold medicine—he could not even start a fire. He had no bed, no blankets, and no food.
Bruce knew he had to leave this freezing shoal. He could already feel his fingers and toes going numb.
He had originally planned to make a fire last night, but he had been too exhausted after a day of work. It was no surprise that he had fallen asleep even under such terrible conditions, then caught