big devil holmes

Chapter 231 I am enough alone
The old man's illness should be cured.

The Holy Magazine is not a third-rate tabloid. The headlines of each issue of the newspaper must be published after the most professional review, so this old man will definitely not pretend to be paralyzed for 11 years, and he It certainly wouldn't be an illusion made by using some kind of props hidden in the clothes to support it.

That potion did make him stand up again.

But his grip was too tight, his shoulders were too stiff, his atrophied muscles didn't fully bear the weight of his body on the nurse who supported him, but instead ducked, and the light through the clouds illuminated him eyes, but it also made the armrest of the crutch show a brightness that didn't belong to it.

that's sweat
The old man's palms are sweating, his teeth are clenched, a few strands of white hair on the sideburns are still wet, and his beard has just been groomed, but the pores are still glowing with luster. When photographed, the pixels will make this gloss less conspicuous, so in reality, the old man must have just been soaked in sweat, but was wiped dry before the photo was taken.

Sherlock was sure the old man was in pain!
He was in great pain all over his body.
This medicine should be able to cure the disease, but it obviously has extremely terrible side effects. In other words, this medicine is basically a semi-finished product. This experiment is only showing its best results on the surface, and 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 over at the earliest?" Sherlock asked.

"Huh?" Old Professor George was taken aback for a moment.

Of course he couldn't tell much 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 puzzled, but suddenly, he seemed to realize something, and stared at Sherlock with even more shocked eyes.

"You continue with the finishing work of the experiment and don't care about other things. Although our experiment has not been completed, if you just want to shock the world a little, there is no problem."

He said in an extremely calm tone: "After all, if I just want to 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 of France, the breeze was warm, and the hollow design allowed the cool wind to blow into the hall, but it also brought some fine sand in the wind.

"His Excellency Augustine has been ill for the past few years and cannot attend this meeting. However, as the dean of the Imperial Medical College and the exclusive doctor of His Highness, I should be able to speak on behalf of a part of him." A kind old man sat in the quaint In front of the long wooden table, he gently apologized 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 12 degrees in December, but he was still wearing the thickest beige Robe, wrapping his body tightly: "I'm just a little concerned about whether the development of this new drug is too fast, and it's not in the name of the Academy of Life Sciences, but in the name of the researcher's personal laboratory. , is the effect really guaranteed?"

The system of the imperial council of elders has been passed down for nearly 300 years. These elderly elders will sit in their seats almost every term until they die of old age, and then the next elder will be elected collectively to take office. They will never marry or have children. The consecration of the top nobles in the empire, but without any actual power.

But no one dared to underestimate them, because the votes in the hands of these old immortals could, to a certain extent, determine who had 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 11 years ago because of a head trauma. This point is easy to prove, but we still deliberately checked the wounded transport list and the nursing records of the hospital, and now, the veteran can really stand up, just because the time is short and still needs support, but the medicine The research lab staff claim that in just one more month, he will regain the ability to walk unaided."

The person who spoke was the editor-in-chief of "Holy Gazette". As the media organization with the largest number of subscribers in the entire empire, the words spoken by its editor-in-chief naturally have great credibility. Come to think of it, many people dispatched by the organization saw this scene, so naturally they couldn't fake it.

Elder Miles fell silent. He was silent for a long time, and even the people present didn't know whether he was thinking or fell asleep. Fortunately, after a few minutes, he finally woke up as if in a dream. General nodded.

As an old elder, he should not understand medicine, let alone the problems of 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 must not be bad thing.

Of course, he nodded, not to say that he agreed to the research and development, production and use of this drug. In fact, he could not agree to anything. As I said just now, the members of the Council of Elders have no rights. In their hands, There is only a vote to determine who is 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 elder knows 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 Magazine. He knew that his boss was having an important conversation at this time, so if it was not particularly important It is impossible for him to come and disturb him.

The editor-in-chief saw his secretary panting, and glanced at 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's body remained motionless, as if he was frozen, but his eyes opened wider and wider until they reached the limit, and his mouth gradually opened slightly.

One minute later, his secretary respectfully saluted the people at the table, and then walked out of the hall.

The rest of the people frowned, all with curious expressions.

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

The editor-in-chief of the Holy Magazine took a deep breath, looked at everyone in the room, and seemed to be a little disbelieving what he just heard, but he finally said:

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

He says
The wild devil contract experiment has been improved, and now military advisors, major media, financial group representatives, and government officials are invited to participate in the results display.
In short, he called the headquarters of the Holy Magazine just now, and wanted to ask if this statement can occupy the headlines of tomorrow's newspaper."

(End of this chapter)