Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

The doctor temporarily stopped my bleeding.

Then he asked me some basic information, mainly about the disease, but I had no way of knowing.

The doctors didn't say anything else.

I decided to find out the cause myself.

When my condition got better, I had some understanding of this bleeding hole, at least when it started to occur. Now, a bleeding hole will burst out almost every other week, but it will be much better if the bleeding is stopped in time.

I went to the library downtown to look up information about this.

However, I have searched through all the medical techniques and there is no record. Even in the history of human medicine, there is no such case. Maybe it has happened before, but it has not been discovered.

I looked up some folk remedies and found no similar cases.

Is this really a curse?

curse?

If it is really difficult to explain with modern medicine, then there will be records in those weird things and anecdotes.

Having said this, I returned to the library.

However, as soon as I walked to the door of the library, I met a person.

This person was not very strange. At that time, I was only thinking about my condition and didn't notice anyone. But that person actually stopped me. He kept asking me, looking very surprised, "Sir, what's on the inside of your sleeve?" bleed."

He seemed to be reminding me.

I ignored him and was about to enter the library, but the man seemed to keep saying, "Sir, your sleeves..."

Suddenly he unintentionally opened my sleeves and saw two bloody holes. He was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground. The level of surprise was like seeing an alien creature.

I quickly pulled up my sleeves and prepared to walk into the library.

"etc!"

He suddenly stopped me.

"What are you doing?"

My tone of voice seemed extremely rude.

"Sir, I know what's going on with your arm," he said suddenly.

I was stunned.

He continued, "I am a doctor. I know what your wounds are like and I can help you treat them."

He was afraid that I didn't understand what he said, so he quickly added, "If you don't receive treatment, you will die within a week. Trust me."

"I...what's wrong?"

I can't believe it.

"You were plotted and a blood curse was planted on you. It is an extremely terrifying method of poisoning."

He explained, “What’s strange is that this method has disappeared for hundreds of years, so why does it appear again?”

"Can you really help me?"

I was surprised and delighted.

"Yes."

He spoke very seriously and seriously.

"Then...what should I do?" I don't know why, but I completely trusted him the first time I saw him.

"It's very simple. You can treat it by finding the source of the blood curse. I see that your wounds are neat and deep, so this method should be done by some aliens. You can still save it now."

"but……"

He suddenly told me, "You have to help me too."

"If you can help me find the antidote, I will help you with anything." I really wanted to grasp the life-saving straw.

"Well, sir, I want you to do me a favor. I want to know who I am."

The man said seriously.

If a person says this, there are only two possibilities, either he is a mentally disturbed mental patient, crazy, or he has amnesia due to an accident that caused a head impact.

"You don't know who you are?"

I have some doubts.

"That's right, you know just help me find out who I am."

He said seriously.

"You really don't know who you are and where you come from?" I asked.

He nodded.

"etc!"

At this time, he directly lifted up my sleeves and pressed hard on a certain acupuncture point in the two caves on my arm. Suddenly I felt that my whole body was filled with experience, and the bleeding completely stopped.

"I'm just temporarily helping you stop the bleeding and relieve the pain."

he explained.

"Okay, let me help you find yourself."

I nodded.

This man's speech and behavior are somewhat incompatible with modern society. I even have some doubts about whether he is from any tribe or lives in a primitive society.

He briefly told me some relevant information.

That is, ever since he became conscious, he has had a lot of knowledge in his head, and it is very clear. As long as he wants that knowledge and data, it will appear in his mind in an instant.

It's just that he doesn't know the information about himself anyway.

It was as if he appeared out of thin air, carrying countless knowledge with him.

This reminds me of the simulated robots created in many science fiction novels. However, in this era, there is probably no such advanced technology.

He said that he also went to the hospital for a check-up, and no matter where he came to the same conclusion, he was in good health and had no problems.

And he is also a human being of flesh and blood.

“I just think about where I come from.”

He seemed a little lonely.

Yes, it would be a terrible thing if a person didn't even know his origins.