The doctor walked past the quarreling people and headed for the director.
"Is this the strange life that can weave dreams?"
He asked softly.
The director nodded.
"But its ability to understand things is a little low now, and it needs to be cultivated in the future."
As he said, he gently stroked the black cat's fur.
The black cat showed an expression of enjoyment.
The doctor pushed his monocle.
"There are still about ten days left. Can it be used as a fighting force against the gods?"
The director pondered for a moment and shook his head.
"It's difficult. Neither you nor I have seen the gods really take action."
"What kind of great power is that? I can't even imagine it."
The doctor thought for a while, then said in a deep voice.
"Start joint research?"
When he said this, he pointed at the black cat.
Joint research, as the name suggests, is that two or more people get together to study a contained object.
Earlier, in the Serial No. 301-Mirror of All-Knowing incident, the Standing Management Council wanted the C03 shelter to contribute the Mirror of All-Knowing in the name of joint research. The director felt that he had no reason to refuse. The C02 shelter did not contain many strange lives. There were few strange events in the southwest region, and even the dark prison world behind the "door" was very peaceful. The director wanted to hand the black cat in his arms to the doctor. However, the black cat grabbed the director's clothes tightly and showed a vigilant look to the doctor. The director's mouth curled up slightly. "It seems that I have to be present for this joint research." The doctor shrugged. "Leave the work in your hands to your assistant, and stay here for the time being." Hearing this, the director nodded, then took out the communicator and explained to his assistant. At this time, the quarrel over there had entered a white-hot stage. Seeing Lu Xiao take out the bone spur, Dante instantly became timid. The tail behind him, like a steel whip, shrank down. "I'll listen to you. You're right." Hearing this, Lu Xiao nodded and grinned. "That's right. I'm a reasonable person." After saying that, he looked at the prison doctor and continued. "Mr. Prison Doctor, give her a comprehensive physical examination first." The prison doctor nodded, and he cut a hole in Nini's body and took a little blood. Nini's blood was a strange white color. This scene made everyone hold their breath. You know, even Dante's blood is still red. Only a few of the polluted strange lives like the Dark Prison are black or dark green. The prison doctor sniffed gently, and then said in a low voice. "This patient has hundreds of diseases. It seems that a comprehensive physical examination is really needed." Just by smelling hundreds of diseases through blood, the prison doctor is very sure that Nini's diseases are definitely more than so many. He looked at the doctor and said in a serious tone. "Mr. Doctor, I need to borrow the professional medical equipment here." The doctor nodded indifferently. There was no need to refuse, and it was impossible to refuse. After a while, Nini was transferred to the medical room of the shelter. There are the most advanced medical equipment available to humans. I don't know when, the prison doctor has put on a white coat. Obviously, he also felt the difficulty. After a strict disinfection procedure, everyone entered the sterile operating room. Nini was lying on the operating table, with all kinds of tubes inserted into her body. The prison doctor bent over and stood in front of the operating table, carefully observing the values on the instruments. He was also familiar with those instruments. He came here often. His life in the shelter was very simple, treating illnesses in the shelter and the medical room.
He went from one point to another, just like a hardworking attending physician. Of course, the medical room also has its own doctors, and they will only ask the prison doctor when they encounter a disease that they can't handle. At this time, the staff in the medical room were all serving the prison doctor. Someone adjusted the operating table to a suitable height for the prison doctor to use. More people held notebooks in their hands, ready to record the operation. Each of them looked like a student eager to learn. After Lu Xiao and the others came in, the prison doctor said in a deep voice. "Her condition is not optimistic, and normal medical means have no possibility of curing it." "Various diseases are mixed together. If the balance is accidentally broken, the patient will die immediately." As he said that, he looked at Ivan. "Ivan, I need you to build an alchemy array to stabilize the patient's vital signs." The soul fire in Ivan's eyes was surging. After some thinking, he had decided which array to use. After explaining Ivan, the prison doctor looked at Lu Xiao again. "Lu, I need your blood, a lot of it." "I need a blood transfusion for her." Before Lu Xiao spoke, the doctor spoke first. "I have cultured blood here. Although the effect is a little worse, the quantity is large enough." The prison doctor nodded: "That's OK." He finally looked at the chainsaw man. "Mr. Chainsaw, you may not be able to help with this operation." "Your chainsaw is not suitable for this operation." Hearing the prison doctor's words, the chainsaw man silently put down the chainsaw in his hand. After explaining this, he looked at Nini lying on the operating table. "The patient has 331 diseases in total, plus 32 curses." "Her current vital signs are completely maintained by two of the curses." Obviously, the prison doctor said these words to the staff in the medical room. "This is a rare skin disease, and patients can only solve it by changing the skin in the early stage." "The end of the disease is like her now, with highly ulcerated skin and toxins invading the blood."
The doctors' eyes lit up when they heard the prison doctor's explanation. Since they didn't know the name of this skin disease, they directly used the number instead. However, this is not an important matter, just record the symptoms and treatment methods. Just then, the culture dish in the doctor's office was sent in. Looking at the huge culture dish, the prison doctor nodded. A huge ball of flesh was beating slightly, constantly producing bright red blood. The prison doctor began to change Nini's blood first. Explaining while operating. "Because this blood is special, it does not need to be matched." His explanation was very brief, but those present were all top practitioners in the medical industry. It only takes one simple sentence to understand. They recorded the prison doctor's words word for word. The prison doctor was relieved when the blood flowing out of the blood transfusion tube turned bright red. But he did not stop the blood transfusion. He used the scalpel embedded in his fingertips to start cleaning the surface of Nini's skin. Even with the prison doctor's technique, this process lasted for more than an hour. His sharp and solemn voice sounded. "Next, the highlight begins."