you were born jaundiced and bawling, a few weeks premature, the second daughter of
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Wu was born in Penang, one of the three towns of the Straits Settlements (the others being Malacca and Singapore), currently as one of the states of Malaysia. The Straits Settlements formed part of the colonies of the United Kingdom. His father was a recent immigrant from Taishan, China, and worked as a goldsmith.[3][4] Wu's mother's was of Hakka heritage and was a second-generation Peranakan born in Malaya.[5] Wu had four brothers and six sisters. His early education was at the Penang Free School.[4]
Wu was admitted to Emmanuel College, Cambridge in 1896,[6] after winning the Queen's Scholarship.[3] He had a successful career at university, winning virtually all the available prizes and scholarships. His undergraduate clinical years were spent at St Mary's Hospital, London and he then continued his studies at the Liverpool School of Tropical Medicine (under Sir Ronald Ross), the Pasteur Institute, Halle University, and the Selangor Institute.[3]
Wu returned to the Straits Settlements in 1903. Some time after that, he married Ruth Shu-chiung Huang, whose sister was married to Lim Boon Keng, a physician who promoted social and educational reforms in Singapore.[4] The sisters were daughters of Wong Nai Siong, a Chinese revolutionary leader and educator who had moved to the area from 1901 to 1906.[4]
Wu and his family moved to China in 1907.[4] During his time in China, Wu's wife and two of their three sons died.[4] While Ms Huang lived in Peking, Wu started a second family in Shanghai with Marie Lee Sukcheng, whom he had met in Manchuria.[1] Wu had four children with Lee.get it through your head, wang. the only self-hating one here is you.
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[[turn the other cheek]]"you really want to do this here?"
you pinch your mask tighter over your nose and keep your head down. even if he's an asshole, you're not trying to end up a cautionary tale on NPR.
still, he won't be detered. you walk home and he tails you the whole way until finally, two blocks away from your apartment building, he lunges at you and you can't do anything besides yell bloody murder and wrestle yourself out of his grip wielding the pointy-eared cat keychain your mom bought for you when you were fourteen.
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“I feel deeply the burden of the honour placed upon me
in being chairman of this Medical Conference, which is
unique in our history, powerful in its representation, and
which gives China a strong position amongst nations
seeking the welfare of the people”, wrote Wu Lien Teh
in his first publication in The Lancet,
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[[》開始|開始]]]}you're lucky to get away with only a black eye. NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK, USA
FEBRUARY 28, 2007
you were born jaundiced and bawling, a few weeks premature, the second daughter of "Though the terrible epidemic of pneumonic plague which invaded Manchuria and north China in 1910–11 exacted a toll of 60,000 lives and caused monetary losses estimated at 100 million dollars, yet it definitely brought some good in its train, for it laid the foundation stone for systematic public health work in China."
-Wu[You were born on a Monday just before dawn, the fourth son and eighth child of your family. Growing up in the shop, surrounded by your older sisters and the shop assistants, you would hear pride coat their voices as they spoke glowingly of the circumstances of your birth - how you were born on a lucky shining moon, three days after the full moon, at [[3 o'clock]] in the morning.
But for now you don't know any of this; nothing at all, really.
Your name is Ng Leen-tuck, and you come into the world crying.
Just like everyone else.
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YEAR OF THE PIG"fucking chink. speak english."
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[[turn the other cheek]]NEW YORK CITY, NY, USA
APRIL 1, 2020
TOTAL INFECTED: 203,000 [[AND RISING]]
9.2% FATALITY RATE
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APRIL 10, 2020
TOTAL INFECTED: 159,937
DEATH TOLL STATEWIDE: [[7,067]]
the city's like an animal clawing itself from its cage. people living with themselves in close quarters for too long, scared to go outside but scared of what they find inside. you're no different.
on twitter and instagram they're talking about the end of the world again so you refresh both feeds waiting for something good to pop up. it doesn't happen. even the algorithm seems to be burnt out these days.
there's not much else to do besides:
[[》look out the window|look out the window]]
[[》listen to music|listen to music]]
[[》sleep|sleep]]
can't do anything now but [[sleep]]you drag yourself from your desk to your unmade bed.
sleep can't come [[soon enough.]]
sixth time today seems a little [[pathetic |NYC alone]].you pull up youtube on your laptop, only to see that your go-to album just got hit with a copyright strike. as if you weren't having enough trouble [[already...|NYC alone]]when you close your eyes you have that dream again.
it's followed you [[like clockwork]] over the years, from as far back as you can remember.
it'll probably still be around when you die.
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4,778 of those fatalities are in [[NYC alone]].nothing to see but the same stillness. idly, you wonder if there's another person out there thinking the same thing you are.
that there's millions of people in the city all feeling some type of stir-crazy. how long until this boils over?
[[...]]
it won't do much good to keep thinking about that.
[[peel your eyes away | NYC alone]] the city's like an animal clawing itself from its cage. people living with themselves in close quarters for too long, scared to go outside but scared of what they find inside. and you, you're no different.
on twitter and instagram they're talking about martial law and murder-suicides again so you refresh both feeds waiting for something good to pop up. it doesn't happen. even the algorithm seems to be burnt out these days.
there's not much else to do besides:
[[》look out the window|look out the window]]
[[》listen to music|listen to music]]
[[》sleep|sleep]]
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But you’re sure it’s there.Double-click this passage to edit it.That night, ____ clutched firmly to our chests, we close our eyes, dream:
The factory warehouse, boxing up shipments. It’s almost unbearably hot; sweat drips down our foreheads like the rain we don’t get here anymore. Still, everyone's eager to get a look at whatever we’re meant to be putting out onto shelves.
A series of tall masses travel down the conveyor belt towards us. It’s so bright you'd go blind trying to make out a silhouette. Coming closer I squint into the light and heat and chrome, heart beating deafeningly loud in my ears as I try to get a glimpse of what the future holds. Chen’s there too, out of place from his usual spot on the assembly line, and holds his hand up to shade my eyes. Three seconds and my pupils adjust.
I blink and blink but I can’t see anything beyond a wretched-looking tangle of metal and flesh, round dome fused on top as a countenance, inscrutable save for our own faces going on and on down the line, reflecting endlessly in the burning light.
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妈,我好惊。The cold is a blessing and a curse. The cold is [[a blessing]] and [[a curse]]. "Walled cities and empires have become unfashionable. The arm of commerce has borne away the gates of the strong city. Intelligence is penetrating the darkest corners of the globe. It makes its pathway over and under the sea, as well as on the earth. Wind, steam, and lightning are its chartered agents. Oceans no longer divide, but link nations together. From Boston to London is now a holiday excursion. Space is comparatively annihilated. Thoughts expressed on one side of the Atlantic are distinctly heard on the other. The far off and fabulous Pacific rolls in grandeur at our feet. The Celestial Empire, the mystery of ages, is being solved. The fiat of the Almighty, 'Let there be Light,' has not yet spent its force. No abuse, no outrage whether in taste, sport or avarice, can now hide itself from the all-pervading light."
- Frederick Douglas, "What to the Slave Is the Fourth of July?," Rochester, NY, July 5, 1852it's so cold here in space.
the taikonauts a blessing for the bodies of the departed, anyway; as well as yourselves. you can't imagine what it would be like to see them all laid out in the scorching heat of summer. the smell's not something that gets to you through the frost and [[protective coverings]] you've insisted everyone don to decrease further chance of infection.
if you were to take the masks off for a second, you'd be breathing it in, the disease and its stench.
it's faint but there, almost sickly sweet with something more vile underneath, frostbitten appendage after frostbitten appendage emitting pus and rot in the way only [[several thousand corpses]] can. but God it's cold here at the edge of january. every day you and the sanitary staff scrub clean and dive into work, thankless. since word of your directives had spread to the population, people look at you with fear and in some cases, [[ire...]]The cold is a blessing and a curse.
a few days earlier, you'd found //Bacillus pestis// in a plague victim’s lungs while performing a post mortem. you surmise that the virus is an airborne disease and therefore highly contagious. you've already sent your recommendations to the health authorities to exercise strict control over human contact and travel, and have designed [[gauze masks]] that you're vigilantly reinforcing the use of by sanitary staff members and the general public. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[[<img src="https://images.says.com/uploads/story_source/source_image/781942/4457.jpg" width="800" height="577"alt="Figure depicting proper wear of Dr. Wu Lien-teh's gauze cotton masks. Image sourced from https://arecabooks.com/2020/04/27/a-malaysian-designed-the-original-n95-mask-he-also-stopped-a-plague-that-killed-60000/" title="Figure depicting proper wear of Dr. Wu Lien-teh's gauze cotton masks. Click to continue."]]
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