In Chris's ward, the doctors were still worried about His Majesty's illness. They really didn't know when His Majesty the Emperor, who was lying peacefully in front of them, would wake up.
The doctor who has been measuring Chris's blood pressure has very stable data. He is also one of the few doctors who thinks that there is no big problem with His Majesty: "His Majesty's blood pressure has always been normal. It has been more than a day... There is nothing wrong with him."
fluctuation."
"The heart rate has always been regular, and his physical function seems to be good. Except for not waking up, he is exactly the same as a normal person." The electrocardiogram is also normal, which makes many people more confident about Chris' so-called illness.
The leading old doctor clasped his hands behind his back, looked at the various information and data on the table in front of him, and sighed depressedly: "None of the normal people I have treated are as normal as your Majesty. He is very healthy, healthy
No problem at all!”
"Why can't you wake up if there's no problem at all?" Luther stayed beside Chris, never leaving, and asked displeasedly.
"I don't know much about magic, but I think that this kind of dormancy may be a kind of self-protection of His Majesty's body." The old doctor said his own speculation, a speculation that he thought was very possible.
"Self-protection?" Luther frowned.
"Yes! Self-protection! He is normal. He should have been attacked on other levels, or suffered some excessive pressure, so he entered a coma." The old doctor nodded and replied.
While the two of them were talking, a pen placed next to Chris vibrated slightly.
"You still haven't told me when His Majesty will wake up!" Luther looked a little impatient.
"Maybe your Majesty will wake up in the next second, maybe a year later." The old doctor had no choice but to answer Luther's question truthfully.
In the face of the magical body, medicine is always no different from witchcraft. In the opinion of the old doctor, Chris might wake up suddenly after a few seconds, or he might never wake up in his lifetime.
However, he did not have the courage to say that His Majesty might not wake up in this life, so he changed it to a more euphemistic way of saying: One year later...
And after the so-called one year, if people have not woken up, they will have to wait another year.
Anyway, His Majesty Chris's medical environment is unparalleled, so even if Chris can't wake up and keeps sleeping like this, there won't be any problems. Naturally, someone will help him wipe his body every day, help him move his muscles, and use the best medicine
Nutritional solution and enjoy the most comprehensive body function test.
Even if he just lies there all the time, he will live a happier life than many people in this world, with no worries about food and clothing, and no problems.
However, these doctors may not know that this state will not last until a year later. The "Underworld Plan" has been launched and may be implemented at any time. Once this plan is implemented, the world will become Chris's.
A burial object.
Everyone will be buried with Chris, and the whole world will become a coffin. Under an attack that can change the climate, the world may eventually become a devil's paradise, and the entire human civilization will become history.
"Let's give your Majesty another blood test. Blood can directly reflect changes in a person's body. There is no doubt about this." A doctor saw that Luther's face was extremely ugly, so he suggested again.
"You'd better stop wasting time! Let His Majesty wake up as soon as possible! Otherwise you will all regret your incompetence." Luther stated a fact, but it was more like a threat.
While they were talking, the pen that had been moving slightly began to melt little by little. It was like a chocolate candy, slightly deformed, and the ink seeped out and flowed along the table.
"Let's do a blood test!" Finally, the doctors finally reached a consensus and prepared to give Chris another blood test.
"I said..." A young nurse who saw the pen leaking stared at the pen on the table with wide eyes and wanted to ask the people around her if they had also seen the pen melting and deforming.
"Don't interrupt! Miss nurse, you have no right to express your opinion! Watch your majesty's blood pressure!" A doctor interrupted the little nurse impatiently.
At this time, a doctor hurriedly opened the door of the ward, and then walked up to several attending doctors: "No need for blood tests. I just came over from the blood room. There is something wrong with your Majesty's blood."
"Is there a problem with the blood? What problem? Are you sure there is a problem?" Several doctors' expressions changed, and they looked at each other and asked anxiously.
Luther also looked over nervously, hoping to hear the news about His Majesty Chris' illness as soon as possible.
"That's for sure!" the doctor replied with a wry smile.
"What's the reason? Did you use a backup machine to test it?" Several doctors asked as their breathing changed slightly.
The doctor raised the bottle containing Chris' blood and placed it in front of several people: "There is no need for instruments to check...because you can see it!"
Under everyone's gaze, the red blood in the test tube containing Chris' blood seemed to be boiling. Rolling out of the red blood was a viscous, liquid-like magical aura.
"Um..." The little girl who had been staring at the pen swallowed and spoke again. Her voice seemed so abrupt in the quiet room, so everyone looked at the nurse.
She found that everyone's attention was directed towards her. She stretched out her hand nervously, pointed at the table in the distance carefully, and asked, "I just wanted to ask... Is that, that pen... normal?"
Then, everyone's eyes fell on the pen again. Everyone saw the ink leaking out, and also saw that the pen had become twisted, as if it had been burned.
What makes people feel even more weird is that the table under the pen is intact and has not been affected by the melting of the pen at all. It is as if the temperature of the pen has nothing to do with it.
"What on earth is going on?" Luther walked over and reached out to pick up the pen, but in an instant he felt the scorching temperature coming from the pen: "Damn it! Is this a magic trick?"
The next second, the infusion tube connected to Chris melted, and the nutrient solution and various drugs to maintain physical condition spilled out, making everyone in the room extremely embarrassed.
They saw the liquid floating in the air, and saw the flames melting the velvet quilt on Chris. They saw the flames wrap around Chris' body, burning the metal head red, but not hurting Chris' skin at all.
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The lights began to flicker uneasily, and all the instruments in the room began to become abnormal. Finally, the light above the head was overwhelmed and burst, scaring everyone into screaming.
The guards who heard the sound inside the house, as well as Waglundsel and others broke in and saw these horrific scenes that were like supernatural phenomena. They were all stunned at the door, and they even forgot to ask why they were shouting.
Everything was clean.
They saw Chris's body hanging on the bed, and his whole body was floating there like a magician. He was floating in such a terrifying way without any external force, which showed that he was different.
When everyone was so frightened that they didn't know what to do, the nutrient solution and glucose drops suspended in the air fell down and fell to the ground, splashing on everyone's trouser legs.
The flames wrapped around Chris also extinguished and disappeared, and the most unlucky pen was imprinted on the tabletop, burning the surrounding wooden tabletops black.
Immediately afterwards, Chris opened his eyes, and his whole body lost the power of floating. He stood upright and stood on the ground. He stretched and looked at the frightened Luther and other people.
: "What on earth is going on? A world war started here?"
He originally wanted to be humorous, but when he saw everyone in the room looking at him blankly, he could only cough awkwardly, cover it up and ask: "Um, these things are...all me
Smashed?"
In fact, he was embarrassed. After all, it was really embarrassing to make such a mess in a room, and to make such a mess without realizing it, and in front of so many people.
So he wanted to restore his image a little, so he explained: "Actually, I didn't know anything just now, so... I don't know why there was such a big commotion... You... you are all
What are you here for?"
He stood on the bunk, overlooking the door and everyone in the room, and asked: "You look at me like this, I'm so embarrassed! Luther! Luther! What's going on? My
Is there something on your face?"
Having said this, he looked down at his naked body, trying to find what was different about his naked body, and then he saw his naked body, standing on his naked body without any cover.
"Um, Your Majesty... I still have something to do." Wageron coughed and raised his feet to leave the ward. Des also turned around in embarrassment, wanting to leave this embarrassing place.
The little nurse looked at Chris, blushed and lowered her head. From time to time, she glanced at Chris's breasts with the corner of her eyes, thinking that His Majesty is really talented...
"..." Chris felt that he had thrown away everyone he could for the emperor, so he jumped off the bed calmly and reached out to Luther as if no one else was around: "Where are my pants? Why don't you hurry up and get them?"