Arrr! The foul winds and cursed blood be stirrin' up a storm o' lupus, matey! Blame the skies and yer kin!
2024-08-05
Ahoy mateys! A new scroll be sayin' that if ye breathe in foul air and yer genes be a bit dodgy, ye might just catch the scurvy of lupus! So keep yer sails clean and yer crew healthy, or ye be walkin' the plank of sickness! Arrr!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round and lend an ear to this tale of the foul winds and wicked plagues plaguin’ the good folk of Europe! A band o' scallywags, known as scientists, have uncovered a treacherous link between the noxious fumes of the air and a curse known as lupus, which be as troublesome as a ship without a rudder!