Sherlock Holmes

The old man's illness should be cured.

The Holy Journal is not a third-rate tabloid. The headlines of each issue of the newspaper must have gone through the most professional review before being published. Therefore, this old man must not have been pretending to be paralyzed for 11 years, and he It is definitely not an illusion created by using some kind of props hidden in the clothes to support it.

That potion really made him stand up again.

But his hand was too tight, his shoulders were too stiff, and his atrophied muscles did not fully put the weight of his body on the nurse who was supporting him. Instead, he was avoiding the light that penetrated the clouds and illuminated him. eyes, but it also made the armrest of the crutch show a brightness that did not belong to it.

that's sweat

The old man's palms are sweating, his teeth are clenching, and a few strands of white hair on the temples are still moist. His beard has just been trimmed, but there is still a shine between the pores. He looks at the camera. When photographed, the pixels will make this sheen less noticeable, so in reality, this old man was definitely soaked in sweat just now, but he was wiped dry before taking the photo.

Sherlock was sure that the old man was in pain!

He was suffering from huge pain all over his body.

This medicine should be able to cure diseases, but it obviously has extremely terrible side effects. In other words, this medicine is simply a semi-finished product. This experiment only showed its best results on the surface, and then immediately found a group of poor people. Volunteers conduct tests, and the hidden dangers may be more terrifying than its effects.

"When will our finishing work be completed at the earliest?" Sherlock asked.

"Huh?" Old Professor George was stunned for a moment.

Of course he couldn't tell too many clues from a photo, so he didn't know why Sherlock would ask such a question.

"About ten days." He said after thinking for a moment.

"Contact the reporter or editor of the Holy Journal today"

"Contact the Holy Journal?!" Old Professor George was slightly confused, but suddenly, he seemed to realize something. He stared at Sherlock with an even more shocked look.

"You can continue the finishing work of the experiment and ignore other things. Although our experiment has not been completed yet, if you just want to give the world a little shock, there is still no problem."

He said in a very calm tone: "After all, if I just show the results of the experiment to the world, I alone will be enough."

In a simple and solemn building in the ancient Roman city, the breeze was gentle. The hollow design allowed the cool breeze to blow into the hall, but it also brought some fine sand in the wind.

"Your Excellency Augustine has been ill in recent years and is unable to attend this meeting. However, as the dean of the Imperial Medical College and His Highness's exclusive doctor, I should be able to speak on his behalf." A kind old man sat in the quaint In front of the long wooden table, he apologized gently to the people at the table.

"Your Majesty's body is naturally the top priority." The person who said this was a member of the Imperial Council of Elders. The temperature in the ancient Roman city of France was generally around 20 degrees in December, but he still wore the thickest beige. The robe wrapped her body tightly: "I am just a little concerned that this new drug was developed too quickly, and the news was not released in the name of the Academy of Life Sciences, but in the name of the developer's personal laboratory. , can the effect really be guaranteed?”

The Imperial Council of Elders system has been passed down for nearly three hundred years. These elderly elders will sit in their seats until they die of old age in almost every term, and then the next elder will be elected by the collective to come to power. He is worshiped by the top nobles of the empire, but does not have any actual power.

But no one dares to look down upon them, because the votes in the hands of these old immortal guys can, to a certain extent, determine who has the final say in the imperial government.

"Elder Miles, please rest assured that every report in the Holy Journal must follow the most authentic and credible principles. The veteran was indeed paralyzed in bed due to head trauma 11 years ago. This This is easy to confirm, but we still deliberately checked the wounded transport list and the hospital's nursing records. Now, the veteran can actually stand up, but because the time is still short, he still needs support, but the medicine Research lab personnel claim that in just one month, he will regain the ability to walk independently."

The person who spoke was the editor-in-chief of the Holy Journal. As the media organization with the largest subscriptions in the entire empire, what its editor-in-chief said naturally had great credibility. Moreover, the paralyzed veteran was indeed standing. Now, people sent by many organizations have also seen this scene, so naturally they can't fake it.

Elder Miles fell silent. He was silent for a long time. Even the people present did not know whether he was thinking or falling asleep. Fortunately, after a few minutes, he finally seemed to wake up from his sleep. He nodded generally.

As an old elder, he should not understand medicine, let alone drug research and development. He just adheres to the original intention of making the empire better and believes that if there is really a medicine that can cure all diseases, then it is definitely not bad thing.

Of course, when he nodded, it did not mean that he agreed with the research and development, production and use of this drug. In fact, he could not agree with anything. As I said just now, the members of the Council of Elders do not have any rights. In their hands, There are only votes to determine who will be the next emperor of the empire, and his nod just now is just to show that he knows about it.

But in fact, as long as the elders know about this matter, then this matter will have great significance.

At the table, the dean of the Imperial Medical College seemed to be relieved, but he hid the change in his expression with a smile.

But at this moment, suddenly, a staff member in a suit hurried over. He was the secretary of the editor-in-chief of the Holy Journal. He knew that his boss was having an important conversation at this time, so if it was not particularly important, It's impossible for him to come and disturb things.

The editor-in-chief saw his secretary panting, and scanned the people in the room. Seeing that everyone looked relaxed, he let the person in.

The secretary immediately walked into the hall and whispered a few words into his ear.

During this process, the editor-in-chief remained motionless and seemed to be frozen, but his eyes opened wider and wider until they reached the limit, and his mouth gradually began to open slightly.

Until a minute later, his secretary bowed respectfully to the people at the table, and then walked out of the hall.

The remaining people frowned, looking curious.

"Is there anything important?" the dean of the medical school asked tentatively.

The editor-in-chief of the Holy Journal took a deep breath and looked at everyone in the room. He seemed a little unconvinced by what he just heard, but he finally said:

"Just now, the Holy Journal General Newspaper Office received a call. The caller's name is George Romanis, the former dean of the School of Life Sciences and a student of Charles Darwin.

He said

The Wild Devil Contract experiment has been improved and now openly invites military consultants, representatives from major media, financial groups, and official government officials to participate in the results presentation.

In short, he just called the headquarters of the Holy Journal and wanted to ask if this statement could occupy the headlines of tomorrow's newspaper."