I'm In A Different World, Art Failed The Rankings, And Got The Result Of Encouragement

Salamandis East Town Station.

From a distance, I heard the sound of the Pioneer steam-powered train, bang chi bang chi.

Ulysses, the king of the Prouker Kingdom, should have fallen asleep holding Helen Timmy in the wee hours of the morning.

At this moment, it is in the cold wind, waiting for the trouble that Falma will bring to the Kingdom of Prouker~.

"Inform the hospital that the patient is coming-, get ready."

Ulysses ordered to the side lightly.

Soon, accompanied by a sharp sound of brakes, the door of a car in the direction of the sleeping car was immediately opened by the train staff, and then a dozen people dressed as the royal guards of the Rotis Empire carefully lifted the door. With a stretcher, he got off the carriage.

"Your Majesty Prouker, today's matter is my own initiative, and I didn't notify you in advance. If your country has something I can repay, I will definitely not refuse, but please save my father."

Seeing Ulysses waiting in person at the station, Farma said sincerely with an apologetic face.

Ulysses glanced at him, despite the sincere and innocent look on the surface of the guy.

However, the stomach is not without bad water.

It can only be said that for the Prouker Kingdom, Falma has a certain degree of psychological inclination, but not much.

At this time, Ulysses naturally couldn't offer anything in return, so he sent Rotis III to the carriage as quickly as possible, and hurried to the National Hospital.

And in the process, Ulysses finally met the old emperor who had supported the Rotis Empire for decades, but could not change the desolation of the empire.

His face was pale and his hair was pale. Although it would not be said to be haggard, we didn't look like we could live long.

Even if he was rescued this time, this serious illness would definitely cost him half his life.

In the carriage, Ulysses stared at the anxious Falma in front of him, with a half-smile.

"His Royal Highness Falma really trusts me in the Kingdom of Prouker. If you send the emperor of your country directly, you don't have to worry about me putting you under house arrest."

"Oh, if I'm not mistaken, this old gentleman wearing a duke's attire should be the famous Grand Duke Janister of the Rotis Empire, the commander-in-chief of the northern defense line of the Rotis Empire."

"Tut tsk tsk..."

In the carriage, apart from Ulysses, the king of the Prouker kingdom, there were Falma and the Grand Duke Genist.

Ulysses spoke less thoughtfully.

Hearing this, Falma didn't show the slightest worry on his face.

"I not only believe in the medical capabilities of the Kingdom of Prouker, but I also believe that Your Majesty, you will not do such irrational things. After all, you must know the temper of my elder brother.

"At this time, I don't know if you, Your Majesty Prouker, want my father to die, but my elder brother definitely thinks so."

Grand Duke Genister closed his eyes and meditated, as if he could not hear the surrounding voices.

Falma is talking eloquently.

"During this period, His Majesty wanted to implement Prouker's new currency policy, which has already offended too many countries. Maybe you have a certain amount of raw material accumulation, and various enterprises will not be affected for the time being, but you will definitely not be able to support a war.

"Even if it is a war that must be won!"

The smile on Ulysses' face disappeared, and he looked deeply at Falma in front of him.

After all, the other party was about the same age as his own body, and his performance at this moment really impressed Ulysses.

What Falma meant was obvious, even if a war broke out with the Rotis Empire, the time would definitely not be short.

Prolonged war is not beneficial to the development and construction of the Prouker Kingdom, which is blocked by resources.

However, Falma didn't know that the military of the Kingdom of Prouker had already begun to make changes. The new army and navy had already begun to train and adjust in Golden Island.

The war in his mouth may not take that long.

However, Ulysses didn't say anything more.

The speed of the carriage is very fast.

From Dongcheng District, we soon came to Jianguo Avenue in the central area of ​​Salamandis City. From here, we could even see the brightly lit White Jade Palace.

The carriage stopped at a place with a large area and a building style that looked like a church. At this moment, a group of people in white coats and masks had already been waiting here.

As soon as the carriage stopped, it immediately ran over pushing a small cart.

"Where is the patient!?"

Ulysses got off the carriage, and the head of the National Hospital in front of him, Jonathan Heisenberg, immediately saluted respectfully.

Ulysses nodded lightly, pointing to Rotis III who was being carefully carried onto the cart.

"This is His Majesty Rotis III of the neighboring country, try your best to treat him."

Hearing this, Jonathan, who had already been notified in advance, nodded immediately.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, we will do our best."

A group of doctors from the National Hospital quickly pushed Rotis III towards the hospital, followed closely by Grand Duke Genister and a dozen royal guards who had unarmed.

Of course, there is also the medical officer in charge of the treatment of Rotis III.

At the moment, while following the team, he was talking to the doctor at the National Hospital about the condition of Rotis III.

"How did you treat yourself before this?"

"Because His Majesty's body temperature was too high, I gave His Majesty a certain dose of bloodletting..."

Ulysses was no longer interested in listening to what medicine the medical officer gave Rotis III, and looked at the angry Rotis III with pity.

This old guy, this is not dead, but also fate.

The doctors donated by these systems were also speechless when they heard the words.

But they didn't say anything. In addition to the advanced medical knowledge "summarized by their own research" in their minds, they also have the general cognition of medical technology in all countries in the world.

Regarding the medical officer's treatment method, before asking this question, there was already some speculation.

Soon everyone pushed Rotis III into a consulting room.

Ulysses and the others stood a little far away, watching quietly.

However, the people on Rotis' side didn't understand at all what the instruments in the hands of these doctors in Prouker Hospital were.

These people watched helplessly as they unbuttoned Rotis III's skirts, and then put one on his ears and connected a piece of metal to the position of Rotis III's chest.

As if listening to something.

Someone else stuffed a crystal clear thing with scales under the armpit of Rotis III.

There is also the one who opened the mouth of Rotis III and pulled out his tongue to see...

The medical officer at the side was full of doubts. Looking at the busy crowd at the moment, he dared not speak out.

Intuition told him that although he had never seen or heard of these means.

……ask for flowers…

But it should be the right medical technology in itself.

After various examinations, Jonathan, the dean, came up with a diagnosis.

"Your Majesty, what His Majesty Rotis suffered from was pneumonia, and he was also accompanied by serious endocrine disorders, and his body was extremely weak. It would take at least three months to treat him, and he would also need a long-term recuperation."

After Jonathan finished speaking, Ulysses was still sighing in his heart, this old thing is really lucky.

Pneumonia, a disease infected with germs, occurs in this era, and it is a disease that is sure to die, and it is also extremely painful.

However, the Prouker Kingdom, which has mastered and been able to produce antibiotics such as penicillin in an assembly line, is the only existence that can treat this disease.

Meanwhile, Falma, who had been waiting for a long time, grabbed Jonathan's hand excitedly when he heard Jonathan's words.

"President Heisenberg, you mean, my father can be saved? Can he be treated?"

The icy face of Grand Duke Genister also showed hope at this moment.

Jonathan nodded: "His Royal Highness Falma, you have found the right place. I dare say that pneumonia is a disease that cannot be cured anywhere except ours. Next, we will quickly reduce the fever of His Majesty Rotis, and then the official Treatment.

"The patient's current condition will probably wake up almost tonight, but remember not to disturb him too much, and try not to let him have too much emotional fluctuations..

At this moment, Jonathan's words were no different from the imperial decree to Falma and the Grand Duke Genister. He nodded repeatedly after hearing the words, and even made a special note of them.

Seeing the doctors preparing the medicine, using a syringe filled with a crystal clear, water-like liquid, and injecting it into Rotis III's body, his face was still pale after a while

Rotis III, who seemed to die at any moment.

Breathing became a little calmer.

When Falma and the others saw the effect so quickly, they waved their arms excitedly through the glass.

Seeing Jonathan here, Ulysses and the others have already begun to give Rotis III a penicillin skin test and are preparing for infusion, so they have no intention of staying for a long time.

And on the side of the Prouker Kingdom, the formal treatment of Rotis III has already begun.

In the imperial capital of the Rhodes Empire, a piece of news quickly spread from the entire imperial capital.

And with Kessanger's promotion, the news spread surprisingly fast.

"boom!"

Southern Front.

Benero, who had just ordered to organize a roundabout counterattack against the Gruberney Empire front and regained some advantages, has not had time to be happy here.

It was the news from the imperial capital that he slapped the table angrily.

"It's all my fault. If it weren't for Valenkin's defeat in the battle, His Majesty would not have fallen ill!"

Panarin on the side blamed himself. He was the one who personally took charge of the command and participated in the battle in the Principality of Valenkin before.

Benello's face was equally gloomy, but he shook his head when he heard the words.

"Three times the gap between the enemy and the enemy, you can guarantee to preserve the main force of our army in Valenkin as much as possible without a major defeat, which is already very good.

"If it weren't for this, the devious strategy of our organization this time would not have succeeded so easily."

Benero's eyes were scarlet, looking at the letter in his hand.

"What I'm worried about is, Your Majesty, will you be able to survive this time... and will the First Prince interfere with the southern front... two."