In Serris City of the Airanhir Empire, at the residence of Minister Gurlo, two officials responsible for Mr. Gurlo's health were waiting for everyone in front of them to come up with a reasonable solution.
A doctor in a white coat, wearing a pair of glasses with severe myopia, introduced: "The doctors here tend to treat conservatively... If the condition can be stabilized, Minister Gurlo can live for at least one more year.
time."
However, his face did not look good because the matter was beyond his control: "It's just that the condition has begun to worsen now, and the doctors we have here are already the best in the country."
"There is no need to be modest at all. The doctor who is treating Minister Gurlo now is definitely the best doctor in the world." Another doctor glanced at the doctor who spoke and spoke.
The attending doctor clasped his hands behind his back, considered his words, and said to the two officials sent by the royal family: "The risk of craniotomy is too great. At Lord Gurlo's age, there is a 90% chance that he will die directly during the operation."
On stage."
"Damn it, don't you experts have any solution at all?" An official who came here to take care of Gurlo on behalf of the royal family complained worriedly, and then asked.
"Sir, we have tried our best! The patient's body is very aging. In this case, we do not recommend the patient to undergo surgery." The attending doctor thought for a while and decided to tell the truth.
The patient's body functions have already aged. In this case, rashly choosing to undergo surgery is no different from killing the patient.
The leading royal official did not speak, but looked at the magician on the other side, who looked a little embarrassed.
The magician in black robe saw the other party's gaze, lowered his head slightly, and introduced: "As for magic, our magician team is trying to find a way...Magic cannot cure diseases. In this regard, magicians also
I’m helpless.”
He knew that he would not be able to pass the test just by saying this, so he continued to say to the two officials: "We are discussing that if some special methods are used to turn Minister Gurlo into a magician, then his disease may be
Then there will be a possibility of healing on your own.”
"Several magic saints from the Ministry of Magic are checking ancient books. It's too early to give up now. At least we should...should try again." Another magician quickly added.
The leading magician nodded, and then said: "Yes, we can't give up any hope. The magic department has sent out an invitation, inviting magicians from Greken and magicians from the elves to solve this problem together.
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"What about the plan proposed by the people in the biotechnology department? Is it feasible?" When there was no other way, an official had to ask a technician standing in the second row.
The person in charge of biotechnology quickly replied: "This...this...Sir, the method provided by the biotechnology department is expressly prohibited by His Majesty..."
"If you have a plan, tell it quickly! Your Majesty will not blame you at this time! Tell me quickly! Why are you hesitating?" The leading official waved his hand impatiently and gave instructions.
"Sir, the thing is like this. Theoretically, there are ways to strengthen Minister Gurlo's body, but these plans are too radical, and they may further aggravate the condition." The technician in charge of biology quickly answered.
road.
"One plan is to inject the giant wolf's serum into Lord Gurlo's body under the protection of magic." He paused and continued to speak to the officials in front of him.
Then, he made a promise that surprised many people: "If it succeeds, the blood congestion in Lord Gurlo's head will be cleared soon. However, this kind of experiment has only been tried on young people before, and it was successful.
The rate is very low.”
After hearing this promise, the leading official seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and immediately asked excitedly: "How low is it? If it is greater than 50%, I think we can give it a try."
"This...this..." The technician answered the other party's question with some embarrassment: "The survival rate is probably about seven percent...and it requires young people who are very strong and without any diseases.
That’s why there is such a probability…”
"Where's the other plan?" After hearing this extremely low probability, the leading official had to ask with hope.
"The other plan is less likely to be stupid..." The technician answered with an even more desperate answer.
"Go down!" The leading official waved his hand and expressed his dissatisfaction. He and this group of technical people have been studying here all day, and there are still no substantive results yet.
"Sir!" A doctor also wearing a white coat came over from a distance, stopped in front of the two officials, and reported solemnly: "Sir Gurlo's hands are shaking even more.
"
"The CT pictures of the brain show that... the bleeding area is larger. If it were larger, it might compress the respiratory nerve..." The doctor who came to deliver the letter said the worst result in a very depressed manner.
"The blood pressure is still high...it seems that the effect of the medication is not obvious." He looked at his colleagues and continued: "If it still doesn't work, we can only find a way to lower the intracranial pressure first.
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"If we keep waiting like this, brain damage is inevitable. If something goes wrong again, the person will not be saved." The attending doctor said this irritably, and led several doctors towards Gurlo's bed.
go.
"Your Majesty will be back soon. How can I explain if something goes wrong at this time?" An official was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
"Dean William... is there anything you can do?" When the leading official changed his gaze, he suddenly saw William and asked like a dead horse.
"Not yet!" William replied.
However, he paused and continued to add: "But if all options fail, I have one last emergency plan that can be used."
His words gave the leading official a new hope. So the official quickly asked: "It's already this time. If you have any ideas, please tell me!"
"We are studying ways to use puppet technology... to preserve people's souls and memories." William lowered his voice and spoke.
"What?" The leading official asked subconsciously, not sure whether he didn't hear clearly or was frightened by William's answer.
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During the epidemic, my wife went to work and Long Ling took care of the children at home. There was really no way to guarantee updates, so the update time was very messy. Please forgive me. Today's update is a bit late, and the other update will be made up tomorrow. I'm very sorry.