Becoming An Ancient God From Blood Therapy

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Bi-monthly calendar January 10, 1931, Tuesday, light snow.

At 7:30 in the morning, Dr. Giroud had finished grooming and was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom to organize his makeup.

Dr. Giroud is 35 years old this year, 1.75 meters tall, well-proportioned, and looks like a very ordinary young man.

Who would have thought that such a young doctor is now an expert in the respiratory department of Arkham Central University.

Looking at this young man in the mirror, his eyes full of energy, three months have passed, but Dr. Giroud still feels a little strange and novel.

Three months ago, because of long overtime work, he had already started to bald at the age of thirty-five, and he looked almost fifty years old.

And now the young man in the mirror looks like a twenty-six or seven-year-old young man full of vigor and vigor.

Reaching out his left hand to straighten his light brown hair, he can see that Dr. Giroud's entire left hand and forearm are not human tissue, but a silver-gray, very tight mechanical palm.

This mechanical palm is very flexible, and it seems to have the function of automatic heating. Along with a burst of water vapor, the hair caught by the iron hand will be qualitative, as if it had been treated with an electric iron.

After sorting himself out, Giroud took a deep breath: "I have to work hard today and save people in return for the great mayor's kindness."

He will never forget the fear, despair and panic he experienced three months ago.

When he was in the hospital for a consultation, he walked into the corridor, and his colleagues and those patients had become terrifying madmen.

Before he could escape, he felt that he had witnessed an indescribable terrifying existence, and he had become just like them.

He didn't know how long he had been through, when he realized that he was already in a dark operating room.

All of them were pinned to their beds in a huge space, but that was not what frightened them the most.

The most frightening thing is that Jirou found that his body had undergone a terrifying mutation, and the forearm and palm of his left arm had turned into a kind of pitch-black weird tentacle, and this mutation was further eroding his body.

He saw with his own eyes that several of his familiar colleagues had completely turned into monsters, started frantic attacks indiscriminately between enemy and foe, and were finally forced to be annihilated.

Soon he knew that they were infected with a terrifying plague and were turning into monsters, very dangerous.

They couldn't get out of there without eradicating the plague.

Hearing this, Jirou felt that he had fallen into an ice hole of despair and coldness.

In that dark space, Giroud thought he could never leave there for the rest of his life, and became someone else's experimental body.

Despair and fear grow in his heart, he misses his wife, misses his daughter.

Just when they fell into despair, the great mayor appeared, bringing them hope and a bright future.

During the following week of treatment, although it was painful, everyone's heart was filled with excitement as they watched their body gradually improve and the plague was under control.

At the same time, the mayor not only provided free amputation treatment for those people with mutated limbs, but also installed the dreamy robotic arm for them for free after the amputation.

Those mechanical prosthetic limbs are so powerful and easy to use, not only have some special abilities, but are even more flexible than the original palm, and have a powerful strength that surpasses ordinary people.

And these things that countless people can't get in their dreams, they actually get it for free.

But not only that, the great mayor injected them every day with a special magical substance, the magical blood that Dr. Morsi called the blood of self-healing.

This blood born in blood therapy not only expel the parasites in their bodies, but also expel some visible and invisible diseases in their bodies.

One month after returning home, Giroud was pleasantly surprised to find that his blood sugar and blood lipids were not high, his cervical and lumbar spondylosis was healed, and even his despairing bald head had grown back hair.

He is not the only example of this, all those who have experienced that period of treatment experience have healed themselves to varying degrees.

And all of this is free, without any cost or commitment.

Because they are the people of Arkham, they are the people under the jurisdiction of the great mayor!

After a lapse of more than three months, Jirou is still emotional when he thinks of what happened at the beginning.

Come out of the bathroom and sit at the dining table in the living room at home.

At this point, three hearty breakfasts have been prepared on the table, two slices of toast, a fried egg, a glass of hot milk, and a sausage.

Mrs. Giroux sat down with a smile and said, "Work hard today! I heard that Dr. Yar can now not only treat and save people, but also catch thieves."

Jirou was not surprised, but still stared: "Where did you know this?"

"It's a club, of course." After speaking, Mrs. Giroux stood up and asked, "How is it? Have I lost weight?"

Giroud looked at it and found that his wife had really lost a lot of weight now.

Mrs. Giroud smiled and said, "The Arkham Flower Club is really amazing. I also exercised there for a week, and the effect is so obvious!"

Hearing this, Giroud immediately understood.

Today, the Arkham Flower Club has become a haven for upper-class and middle-class women across the city.

Giroud pouted and said, "Then practice well, don't cause any trouble, that's Ms. Arkham's club."

Mrs. Giroud rolled his eyes at him: "You don't need to remind me! And our sisters are doing well!"

At this time, the two's daughter Lieta ran out and quickly had breakfast, put on her schoolbag and went out: "I'm leaving!"

"Put your hat on! It's snowing today!" Mrs. Giroux hurriedly followed.

The 16-year-old playful girl Lieta stuck her tongue out, her eyes turned strangely and said: "Tracy taught us a kind of aerobics called martial arts, I'm not afraid of this cold!"

After speaking, Mrs. Jirou saw her daughter's feet on the white snow, and she ran all the way for a few seconds and disappeared.

"My daughter has grown up, and I heard Principal Anita say that Lieta and Tracy have a good relationship, and I can't be wrong." Giroud, who also finished eating here, stood up and picked up his coat and scarf.

Mrs. Giroud immediately smiled and said, "That's right, Tracy is the first person in Arkham to be cured by blood therapy, and it was treated by the great mayor himself!"

Women have broken mouths, especially when working out together in one space.

Tracey's mother, Laila, naturally did the same, and couldn't help showing off.

And everyone in the school knew about the thing that Tracy suddenly cured.

The other women were so envious that they were naturally willing to let their children have more contact with Tracy.

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