Our family is in decline

"I sorted out all the lab reports last night, and I feel like your thinking is in the wrong direction."

Lance opened his mouth without any polite words and denied her directly from above. This was considered a very serious accusation. Someone with less mental endurance might have simply turned away and left.

But Paracelsus didn't react much to this. She was not someone who couldn't accept doubts. More importantly, she knew that Lance must have discovered something to say this.

"Why? Have you discovered anything new?"

"You previously thought that the principle of action was the toxicity of secretions. I guess it was because of its strong corrosive power and the preconceptions induced by Baldwin's treatment of leprosy that led you to such an idea.

First of all, we should not use simple corrosion to summarize, but a series of complex decompositions, such as muscles and bones, and finally combined with some kind of substance, which condenses into pieces of condensate.

But have you ever wondered why the flesh-devourer’s secretions are so corrosive, but it’s fine on its own? "

"So you mean it's not the secretions that work?" Paracelsus seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand. He couldn't help but objected, "But I have done a controlled experiment without injecting dilution. The experimental rats that secreted secretions did not acquire the ability to heal themselves.”

"But don't forget, we only got half of the Flesh Devourer. Those secretions were actually mixed with its blood and body fluids. They are contaminated samples and do not have much reference value.

What is certain now is that the diluted secretion has an effect on the human body, assuming it is a certain substance.

After this substance enters the organism, it stimulates a special state to obtain temporary self-healing ability, but the price is that the body's cells will fall into endless hunger in order to obtain enough nutrients for repair.

This is at the cellular level, so it greatly stimulates the body's immune system to engulf and digest old cells and all waste including viruses.

The crystals or body fluids formed by the secretions are a large amount of decomposed nutrients. When supplemented, they will complete the needs for self-healing and can recover quickly. "

What Lance said so much actually means very simply.

He felt that the key was that there was a certain substance in the flesh-devouring body fluids or secretions that played a key role. It was not the substance itself that really eliminated the virus, but the substance that caused the body's own immune system to be suppressed. Activating or even strengthening, but this is actually just a side effect of [self-healing ability].

After hearing this, Paracelsus couldn't help but fall into deep thought, and did not raise any objection. After all, she had done experiments by herself, and she could vaguely feel that there were many problems with her views that were difficult to explain.

"To be honest, the role of this secretion cannot be determined yet. After all, our current experimental materials are limited and the secretion is contaminated, so what I said is just a situation I imagined when I compiled the experimental report.

To really figure it out we need better microscopic tools, more experimental studies, and most importantly, uncontaminated raw materials. "

Lance pointed out a real core problem. No matter what the principle is, it is certain that this kind of thing can stimulate powerful self-healing ability.

But we face a very critical problem, that is, if the source of materials cannot be effectively controlled, these are just jokes.

Lance suddenly remembered something very interesting, that is, the ancestor created the Flesh Devourer. Does that mean that the ancestor is actually the real inventor, and they are just the discoverers?

Come to think of it, this damn old guy is really a genius in biological research, but it's a pity that he doesn't do serious things.

"I'm going to the den."

Paracelsus' words brought Lance back to his senses, and he could feel her urgent impulse when he looked over.

I can't wait to capture the Flesh Devourer immediately for research.

"Calm down first. That thing is no ordinary beast. If I have a chance, I will catch one for you."

Lance could only reassure her that everything had to give way to the next stage of the wilderness operation, and it was impossible to disrupt the rhythm rashly because of this incident.

Looking at Paracelsus's appearance, Lance knew that he had to find something for her to do, otherwise he might cause some trouble just to study that thing.

"We will study the principle slowly in the future, but now we need to find a way to cure those lepers."

"Are we going to start human experiments? But..."

As expected, Paracelsus' focus was brought back when she mentioned this, but she could still distinguish between experimental subjects and patients, so she was afraid of causing problems if she rashly treated them without knowing clearly.

"What should I be afraid of? If we don't treat them, they will die. Besides, we don't know whether these materials will deteriorate." Lance didn't care at all and continued to order, "Remember, this matter must not be spread. The ingredients of the potion are kept confidential."

Lance finally managed to scare her and left the nursing home.

He stayed away all night last night. When he went back and heard Susan's words, he realized that Greendale came to see him last night and did not go back until very late.

Staying in the nursing home last night was a complete accident, but it shouldn't be a big deal that she didn't use [Messenger] to find him.

In fact, there are some situations where Lance really has to talk to Greendale...

Greendale was sitting on the table and chairs arranged in front of the door, enjoying morning tea facing the flowers and plants in the yard. There was a pot of scented tea, some berries and snacks on the table, and she was reading a book in her hand.

It has to be said that she has adapted to Hamlet's life now. If she really wants to go back to the mountains, she will not be able to adapt.

She just glanced at Lance's appearance and then returned her attention to the book in her hand, saying a casual greeting.

"came back?"

"Stop talking, I stayed up all night in the nursing home last night."

Lance didn't care, he just sat on the chair next to him and poured himself a cup of scented tea.

I have to say that the scent of the scented tea prepared by Greendale is very special. It is not choking, but has a long-lasting smell.

"Sanitarium? Has Miss Paracelsus discovered anything new?" Greendale was a little surprised. She had waited for a long time last night and didn't see him come back, but she was used to him disappearing frequently.

"It's not just a new discovery, it's a huge discovery. If it's true, it will completely promote Hamlet's medical progress."

Lance was also a little excited and told Grendel about it. The confidentiality depends on the person. If the follow-up research is to be perfected, Grendel will probably need help.

Because she also wanted to cure leprosy, they were the only two people in town related to medicine.

If Paracelsus really wanted to do it all by himself, he would have wanted her to die suddenly, even oxen and horses were not used in this way.

Greendale couldn't help but look serious when she heard this. If this thing is true, no wonder Lance was so excited after staying up all night.

"But the key to solving this problem is to obtain the raw materials, which are the Flesh Devourers."

"Need my help?" Greendale glanced at Lance and knew that it was not that simple for him to find her.

"Yes, it is easy to kill the Flesh Devourer, but it is difficult to control it. I need a drug that can calm it down." Lance nodded and admitted, "And after catching it, I will probably have to solve the breeding and other difficulties. "

According to these people's thinking, they probably hunted the flesh-devourers to obtain raw materials, but Lance must have found a way to breed them so that he could obtain stable and controllable raw materials.

This can be regarded as the inertia of thinking brought over from the previous life. Using human power and wisdom, why should I raise wild animals if I can breed them?

"I will prepare as soon as possible." Greendale promised. This kind of big event is not the time to do other things.

"What did you do to me last night?"

"This is your [Girl's Dream] product test report." Greendale threw out a report casually. Hamlet was good at everything, but it was troublesome to report.

"Hehe~ It's better for you. Unlike those guys who always give me trouble every day." Lance took it and looked through it briefly. He knew that Greendale had put a lot of thought into this, and he couldn't help but sigh, "You are the one." My girl’s dream.”

"Okay." Greendale raised her hand to pick up the teacup and took a sip of scented tea. She rolled her eyes at Lance who was smiling playfully when she heard this, but she quickly became more serious and pointed out a situation.

"There's something wrong with that Gina."

But Lance was a little confused.

"Who is Gina?"

"That's the woman with Margaret. Her real name shouldn't be Gina, and she's definitely not an ordinary woman."

Greendale expressed some doubts, not to mention the details of her appearance and body. The temperament she showed unintentionally was not simple, and her conversation was full of aristocratic style.

"Hahaha~ She is what those businessmen use to please the nobles. Of course they spend a lot of money to cultivate her. Otherwise, how can ordinary women integrate into the nobles?"

"That kind of pampered temperament in a high position cannot be cultivated by a businessman."

"Okay, she has a problem, what do you want to do?" Lance smiled, picked up the berries and threw them into his mouth. It was so casual.

Greendale immediately fell silent as soon as she said this.

"I know you're worried about what trouble this guy is going to cause to Hamlet, but Hamlet is always going to be open and there will be a lot of people coming in and out.

Hiding your identity is nothing. Who in this world doesn't have a story? If she wants to tell it, I will listen. If she doesn't want to tell it, I can't care.

The rest I just need to make sure that she is not a cultist. She abides by Hamlet's rules and does whatever she wants. If she really wants to cause trouble, someone will deal with it. "

Doesn't Lance know what Greendale is wary of?

Of course he knows, but it doesn't matter. As he said, everyone has a story. As long as this person doesn't have access to some secrets, who cares about her?

The most important thing is that Lance is confident in his ability to suppress everything.

Anyone who wants to cause trouble must taste his iron fist.

As he spoke, Lance couldn't help but reach out and grab Greendale's hand and pat it gently, "I'm here, relax."

"Then let's call her Gina." As if she had figured out something, Greendale couldn't help but laugh. She was still too sensitive and didn't have Lance's calm mentality.

After he relaxed, he couldn't help but tease Lance, "Gina looks pretty good, don't you, a nobleman like Hamlet, have no thoughts?"

"Whether she is pretty or not is none of my business? What's more, she's not as good-looking as you."

"Really?" A strange smile appeared on Greendale's face, and she let Lance rub her hand.

"Pearls are not even that real."

"Then why did you provoke Boudica?"

When Lance heard this, his movements suddenly froze, and his face looked very embarrassed. He wanted to withdraw his hand, but Greendale caught him with his backhand.

屮! That big mouth of Boudica, is this something you can say casually?

"Look at your potential." Greendale rarely saw Lance shrinking, so she smiled and let go of her hand.

"No matter where you are, strong men have never lacked women, and it's not surprising that women are attached to men, because the children born in this way are more powerful. There is nothing embarrassing about this, but it is just for human beings to survive better."

Greendale didn't care about this, mainly because she couldn't stand up to Lance, which was really a bit embarrassing, but knowing that Boudica, who had been trained, couldn't stand up, she felt mentally balanced.

Lance listened to Greendale telling him the stories in the mountains. The strong men of the big tribes usually had a series of women because he could afford them.

The composition of these women is also very complex. Some are from their own tribes, some are robbing other tribes, and there are also women from the empire. Among them, forced behavior is the majority.

There are also some that are even more outrageous, that is, different tribes will also borrow seeds from each other, and the strong ones are more popular.

This situation is not limited to men. The same is true for powerful women in the mountains. In some tribes dominated by women, it is not surprising that the female leader has more than a dozen men. The fate of the men captured by them is not much better or even Even more barbaric, they belong to Star Fury, and few can withstand their play.

"Of course, these are only part of the situation. There are also some tribes that are relatively mild and do not have too much pressure to survive, so naturally they will not be so crazy and barbaric."

Greendale mentioned a very key reason, that is, this distorted situation is also due to the real survival pressure. If you study carefully, you will find that the barbarian concept of reproduction is all for survival.

"I still want to criticize it. It's really too barbaric. This kind of incident is based on your own will. How can you do it randomly?"

Lance finally understood why these guys were called barbarians. Not only did they believe in barbaric spirits of the wilderness, but they also engaged in bloody rituals. They also had relationships that were so confusing that they didn’t know how to describe them.

"But let's talk about the matriarchal clan in detail." Lance couldn't help but start gossiping.

"I think you want to go to those matriarchal tribes to study them."

"Ahem~ You know I study archeology, and studying the inheritance of civilization is also a good topic."

Lance's serious nonsense made Greendale laugh, and she couldn't help but tease her.

"Who is your next target? I think Amanda is good, it can't be Junia~"

"Hey, hey! What you said is wrong. Am I that kind of person? Don't slander me."