Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Although the bill is absolutely legal, there are always ways to circumvent policies.

The military has already devised a countermeasure, and they are happy to have revoked the Queen's privileges twice in connection with this matter.

In their view, they had gradually driven the Queen into a desperate situation.

Although the bill was legally recognized and passed by parliament, its actual impact was minimal.

Because at the same time the bill was released, major conglomerates and banks successively imposed sanctions on Arkham.

For example, if a company enters Arkham for development, it will be unable to cooperate with related companies, obtain bank loans, or use related transportation routes, etc.

Because of this incident, they offended these behemoths of the empire, something these small merchants wouldn't dare to do.

At this point, the war between the two sides over Arkham has moved from a covert contest into a full-scale, open war.

The first wave of attacks targeted the transportation system.

Arkham had not performed well before, and its customer traffic was not high.

Since most of the railway companies in the empire were privately owned, almost all of them simply canceled their Arkham stations.

From then on, trains could no longer reach Arkham directly; the nearest station to Arkham was Heisen, a city 120 kilometers away.

Railways were just the beginning; then came highways, shipping, and so on.

Some suppliers have even banned sales to Arkham and also banned the purchase of Arkham goods.

"This is fucking ridiculous! Are the people in that country all idiots? Giving out policies like this, and then imposing these sanctions, do they even want to develop Arkham?! Are we just supposed to watch these preferential policies with envy?!"

Inside the bar, several businessmen huddled together, drinking and swearing loudly.

"Let's wait and see. The bill has been out for more than three months. The only person who dares to deal with Arkham now is that madman, Borg Lewyk."

"I heard that he was expelled from the Ryuk family because of his collaboration with Arkham?"

"Expelled my foot! What company can take away 30 years of the family's resources and wealth after being expelled?!"

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Listening to the conversation, Astor, sitting in the corner, took a deep breath and downed the bottle of wine in one gulp.

Now that he has lost everything, he naturally doesn't need to worry about so much anymore.

"Since you bunch of bastards aren't giving me a way out, then don't blame me!"

Artes turned up his collar, wrapped his scarf and coat tighter, and walked out of the bar.

Tonight, heavy snow fell in the capital.

With a full beard, Artes bought a train ticket with only a suitcase and boarded the train to Haisen overnight.

That's the closest station to Arkham.

0270 Dr. Giroud and his family

January 10, 1931, Tuesday, Minor Snow (a solar term).

At 7:30 a.m., Dr. Giroud had finished washing up and was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom adjusting her makeup.

Dr. Giroud is 35 years old, 1.75 meters tall, and has a well-proportioned build. He looks like an ordinary young man.

Who would have thought that such a young doctor would become a respiratory specialist at Arkham Central University?

Looking at the young man in the mirror, so youthful and full of energy, Dr. Giroud still felt a sense of disbelief and wonder even though three months had passed.

Three months ago, due to long hours of overtime work, the 35-year-old had started to go bald and gain weight, making him look almost 50 years old.

The young man in the mirror now looks like a vibrant and energetic twenty-six or twenty-seven-year-old.

Extending his left hand to tidy his light brown hair, one can see that Dr. Giru's entire left hand and forearm are not human tissue, but a silver-gray, very tightly packed mechanical hand.

This mechanical hand is very flexible and seems to have an automatic heating function. Accompanied by a burst of steam, the hair that was grabbed by this iron hand is set, as if it has been treated with an electric iron.

After sorting himself out, Giroud took a deep breath: "Today I will work hard and save lives to repay the great mayor's kindness."

He will never forget the fear, despair, and terror he experienced three months ago.

He was seeing patients in the hospital when he walked into the corridor and saw that his colleagues and patients had all turned into terrifying madmen.

Before he could escape, he felt as if he had witnessed an indescribable horror and had become just like them.

He didn't know how much time had passed, and when he came to his senses, he was already in a dark operating room.

They were all strapped to beds in a huge space, but that wasn't what terrified them the most.

Most terrifyingly, Giru discovered that his body had undergone a horrific mutation; his left forearm and hand had turned into strange, black tentacles, and this mutation was further eroding his body.

He witnessed several of his familiar colleagues completely transform into monsters, launching a frenzied attack that indiscriminately attacked friend and foe alike, and were ultimately forced to be annihilated.

He soon learned that they had contracted a terrible plague and were turning into monsters, which was very dangerous.

They cannot leave the area unless the plague is eradicated.

Upon hearing this, Giroud felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave of despair and coldness.

In that dark space, Giru thought he would never be able to leave, and that he had become someone else's experimental subject.

Despair and fear grew within him; he missed his wife and his daughter.

Just when they were in despair, the great mayor appeared, bringing them not only hope but also an incomparably bright future.

The following week of treatment was painful, but seeing their bodies gradually improve and the epidemic brought them under control filled everyone with excitement.

At the same time, for these people with limb deformities, the mayor not only provided them with free amputation treatment, but also installed those dream-like mechanical arms for them free of charge after the amputation.

Those mechanical prosthetics were so powerful and useful, not only possessing some special abilities, but also being more flexible than the original hand, and having superhuman strength.

And they actually got this thing that countless people dream of but can't have for free.

But that's not all. The great mayor injects them with a special, magical substance every day, which Dr. Murthy calls "miracle blood that heals itself."

This blood, born from blood therapy, not only expelled the parasites from their bodies, but also some visible and invisible diseases.

A month after returning home, Giroud was pleasantly surprised to find that his blood sugar and blood lipids were no longer high, his cervical and lumbar spondylosis had improved, and even his despairing baldness had started to grow back.

He wasn't the only one with this experience; everyone who went through that treatment process experienced varying degrees of self-healing.

And all of this is free, without any cost or commitment required.

Because they are the people of Arkham, the people under the jurisdiction of the great mayor!

More than three months later, Giroud is still deeply moved when he thinks about what happened back then.

I came out of the bathroom and sat at the dining table in the living room.

Three hearty breakfasts were already laid out on the table: two slices of toast, a fried egg, a glass of hot milk, and a sausage.

Mrs. Giroud sat down with a smile and said, "Work hard today too! I've heard that Dr. Yar can now not only treat patients but also catch thieves."

Giroud wasn't surprised, but he still glared at him: "Where did you find out about this?"

“The club, of course.” Mrs. Giroud stood up, puffed out her chest, and asked, “How do I look? Have I gotten slimmer?”

Giroud looked her over and noticed that his wife had indeed lost weight.

Mrs. Giroud laughed and said, "The Arkham Flower Club is really amazing. I only trained there for a week, and the results were so obvious!"

Upon hearing this, Giroud immediately understood.

Today, the Arkham Flower Club has become a paradise for upper-class and middle-class women throughout the city.

Giroud scoffed and said, "Then train hard and don't cause any trouble. That's Ms. Arkham's club."

Mrs. Giroud rolled her eyes at him: "I don't need you to remind me! Besides, we sisters are getting along just fine!"

Just then, their daughter Leta ran out, quickly ate breakfast, slung her schoolbag over her shoulder, and headed out the door: "I'm off!"

"Put on your hat! It's snowing today!" Mrs. Giroud hurriedly followed.

Sixteen-year-old Letta stuck out her tongue and darted her eyes around mischievously, saying, "Tracy taught us a kind of aerobics called martial arts, so I'm not afraid of this little bit of cold!"

After saying that, Mrs. Giroud saw her daughter's feet stepping on the snow and running away quickly, disappearing from sight in a few seconds.

“My daughter has grown up. I heard from Principal Anita that Leta and Trish are very close, so it must be true.” Giroud, who had also finished eating, stood up and picked up his coat and scarf.

Mrs. Giroud immediately beamed and said, "That's right, Trish was the first person in all of Arkham to be cured by blood healing, and it was the great mayor who personally treated her!"

Women are very talkative, especially when they exercise together in one space.

Trish's mother, Lyra, naturally couldn't resist showing off.

Everyone at the school knew about Trish's sudden recovery, and judging by the timeline, she really was the first one.

The other women were very envious and naturally wanted their children to spend more time with Tracy.

Chapter 0271 Arkham's Dog

Wearing a hat and scarf, Giroud headed down the street to Arkham Central Hospital.

Despite the serious incident that had occurred, the hospital had fully resumed operations two months ago, and the medical staff were back on duty in a new, more professional, and stronger form than before.

Since then, the efficiency of the entire hospital has at least doubled.

Doctors whose health has improved can conduct consultations more quickly, and the arms fitted with mechanical prosthetics are several times more stable than before. The resulting physical enhancements allow a female nurse to easily lift medical supplies weighing seventy or eighty kilograms.

Giroud lives in the North District, not far from here. The city center hospital is about 700 meters away along Hyde Street, which is why he has never had the habit of buying a car.

Wang Wang Wang!

As Giroud passed an intersection, he suddenly heard a dog barking. He turned around and saw a sled dog with a black back, white limbs, and deep blue eyes digging in the snow at the corner of a wall, barking as it did so.

This dog has a very unique appearance and a wide range of expressions, but if you look closely at its eyes, you might think that it's not very intelligent.

Upon seeing the dog, Giroud immediately stopped and waved to it: "Come here! Husky!"

This is a stray dog ​​that wandered into the northern suburbs of the city from the mountains about two and a half months ago. At the time, everyone thought it was a wolf.

But the mayor seemed very pleased when he saw it, and said, "Isn't that a husky?"

The mayor then decided to let the dog roam freely in the city, saying it could protect the city.

After that, people continued to use the mayor's name and called the dog "Erha" (a derogatory term for a husky).

Since the husky had been living in the northern suburbs of the city, which was very close to the Arkham Sanatorium, and both Murthy and Kurvin were dog lovers, the two of them had been feeding the dog for the past two months.

This dog seems to be very intelligent and has become bolder after being around it for a while. In the last two weeks, it has even been able to run all the way from the city center to the commercial area.