My Empire

In Chris' ward, the doctors are still worried about your majesty's illness. They really don't know when the emperor in front of them, the emperor who is lying peacefully, will be able to wake up.

The data held by the doctor who has been measuring Chris’ blood pressure is still very stable. He is also one of the few doctors who thinks that there is no major problem with your majesty: "Your majesty’s blood pressure has always been normal. It has been more than a day...nothing. fluctuation."

"Heart rate has always been neat and his physical function looks good, except for not waking up, he is exactly the same as a normal person." The electrocardiogram is also very normal, which also makes many people more confident about Chris's so-called illness.

The headed old doctor carried his hands on his back, looked at the various information and data on the desktop in front of him, and sighed depressedly: "The normal person I have treated has not been in the same normal condition as your majesty. He is very healthy and healthy. No problem!"

"There is no problem why I can't wake up." Luther asked displeasurely, guarding Chris's side, keeping every step of the way.

"I don't know anything about magic, but I think that this kind of dormancy may be a kind of self-protection of your majesty." The old doctor said his own speculation, a speculation that he thought was very possible.

"Protect yourself?" Luther frowned.

"Yes! Self-protection! He is normal. It should be that he has been attacked on other levels, or has suffered some excessive pressure, so he has entered a coma." The old doctor nodded and replied.

Just as the two of them were talking, a recording pen placed next to Chris quivered slightly.

"You still didn't tell me, when will your majesty 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.

Facing a magical body, medicine is always no different from witchcraft. In the eyes of the old doctor, Chris may really wake up suddenly after a few seconds, or he may not wake up in his life.

However, he didn't have the guts to say that his Majesty might not be able to wake up in his life, so he changed a more euphemistic way of saying: a year later...

And after the so-called one year, if people have not woken up yet, then they will have to wait another year.

Anyway, His Majesty Chris' medical environment is unparalleled, so even if Chris can't wake up, just fall asleep like this, there won't be any problems. Every day, someone will naturally help him wipe his body, help him move his muscles, use the best nutrient solution, and enjoy the most comprehensive physical function test.

Even if he just lay down like this, he would live happily than many people in this world, with no worries about food and clothing, and no problem.

However, these doctors may not know that this state will not last until a year later. The "Yellow Spring Project" has been launched and may be implemented at any time. Once this plan is executed, then the world will become Chris' burial object.

Everyone will bury Chris, and the whole world will become a coffin. Under an attack that can change the climate, this world may eventually become a paradise for demons, and the entire human civilization will become history.

"Try your majesty's blood test again. Blood can directly reflect changes in the human body. There is no doubt about this." A doctor saw that Luther's face was extremely unsightly, so he suggested again.

"You better stop wasting time! Let your 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.

Just as they were talking, the pen that had just moved slightly began to melt away a little bit. It was like a chocolate candy, slightly deformed, and the ink oozes out and runs along the tabletop.

"Let's take a blood test!" In the end, the doctors finally reached a consensus, ready to give Chris another blood test.

"I said..." A little nurse who saw the pen leaking stared at the pen on the table with wide eyes, and wanted to ask the people on the side whether they also saw the melting and deforming pen.

"Don't interrupt! Miss nurse, you don't have the right to express your opinion! Take good care of your majesty's blood pressure!" A doctor interrupted the little nurse impatiently.

At this time, a doctor hurriedly pushed open the door of the ward, and then walked in front of several attending doctors: "There is no need for a blood test. I just came over from the blood room. Your Majesty's blood has a problem."

"There is a problem with the blood? What is the problem? Is there a problem for sure?" Several doctors changed their faces and looked at each other anxiously.

Luther also looked at the past nervously, hoping to hear the news about His Majesty Chris' disease for the first time.

"It's for sure!" The doctor replied with a wry smile.

"What's the reason? Did you use a spare machine to detect it?" Several doctors asked, all breathing slightly changed their rhythm.

The doctor raised the bottle with Chris' blood in his hand and placed it in front of a few people: "There is no need for an instrument to check...because you can see it!"

Under everyone's gaze, in the test tube containing Chris' blood, the red blood seemed to be boiling. The red blood tumbling out of it was a magical smell that was as thick as a liquid.

"That..." The little girl who had been staring at the pen swallowed her saliva and spoke again. Her voice seemed so abrupt in the quiet room, so everyone looked at the nurse.

She found that everyone's attention had been cast, she stretched out her hand nervously, pointed carefully at the distant table, and asked: "I just wanted to ask...that, is that pen...normal?"

Then, everyone's eyes were cast on the pen again. Everyone saw the leaked ink, and also saw that the pen had now become distorted, as if it had been burned.

What is even more strange is that the table under the pen is intact and has not been affected by the melting of the pen in the slightest. It's as if the temperature of the pen burn has nothing to do with it.

"What the **** is going on?" Ruther walked over, reaching out to take the pen, but in an instant he felt the burning temperature from the pen: "Damn it! Is this doing magic?"

In the next second, the infusion tubes connected to Chris melted, and the nutrient solution and various medicines to maintain the body state were spilled out, making everyone in the whole room extremely embarrassed.

They saw the liquid floating in the air, and the flames melted the velvet quilt on Chris. They saw flames wrapped around Chris' body, scorching the metal head red, but it didn't hurt Chris' skin at all.

The lights began to flicker uncomfortably, and all the instruments in the room began to become abnormal. In the end, the light overhead finally burst out overwhelmed and everyone screamed.

Outside the door, the guards who heard the voice inside the house, and Wagron Desaier and others broke in, and then saw these terrifying scenes that were like supernatural phenomena. They were all stunned at the door, and even forgot to ask why they shouted.

They saw Chris' body hanging on the bunk, and the whole person floating there like a magician, without any external force, just floating so terribly, showing his uniqueness.

When everyone was so frightened that they didn't know what to do, the nutrient solution and glucose drops suspended in the air all fell down, falling on the ground and splashing everyone's trouser legs.

The flame wrapped around Chris also extinguished and disappeared, and the most unlucky fountain pen was branded into the tabletop, burning the surrounding wooden tabletops to pitch black.

Immediately afterwards, Chris opened his eyes, and the whole person lost the power to float in the air, and he stood up all at once and stood on it. He stretched his waist and looked at the horrified Luther and other people: "What is going on here? The world war has started here?"

He wanted to be humorous, but when he saw the people in the room looking at him in a daze, he could only cough awkwardly, cover up and ask: "Well, these things are... all of me. Smashed?"

In fact, he was embarrassed. After all, it was really embarrassing to make a room so messy, and to make it so messy without his own consciousness, and still in front of so many people.

So he wanted to restore a bit of his own image, so he explained: "Actually, I didn't know anything just now, so...why...why made such a big movement, I don't know...you...you are all What are you doing here?"

He stood on the bunk, overlooking the door and everyone in the room, and asked: "You look at me with this kind of eyes, I am embarrassed! Luther! Luther! What's the matter? My Is there something on your face?"

Having said this, he looked down at his own, trying to find his own uniqueness, and then he saw his naked body standing on it without any cover.

"That, Your Majesty...I have something else." Wagron coughed and raised his foot to exit the ward. Desaier was also embarrassed to turn around, wanting to leave this embarrassing place.

The little nurse looked at Chris, blushing and lowered her head, and from time to time she used the corner of her eye to scan at Chris' son. His Majesty’s capital is really talented...

"..." Chris felt that he had thrown away all the people who could be thrown away for the emperor, so he calmly jumped off and stretched out his hand to Luther: "Where are my pants? Don't you hurry up to get them?"