Two Hundred and Ninety Two Wake Up

In Chris's ward, the doctors are still worrying about His Majesty's condition. They really don't know when His Majesty the Emperor in front of them, who is lying peacefully in bed, will wake up.

The data held by the doctor who has been measuring Chris' blood pressure is still very stable, and he is also one of the few doctors who thinks that there is no major problem with His Majesty: "His Majesty's blood pressure has always been normal, it's been more than a day... nothing fluctuation."

"The heart rate has always been regular, and his physical functions look good. Except that he didn't wake up, he was exactly like a normal person." The electrocardiogram was also normal, which also made many people more confident about Chris's so-called condition.

The leading old doctor put his hands behind his back, looked at the various documents and data on the table in front of him, and sighed dejectedly: "None of the normal people I have treated and treated are as normal as His Majesty. He is very healthy and healthy. No problem at all!"

"Why can't I wake up without a problem?" Luther asked with an unhappy expression, staying by Chris' bedside.

"I don't know about magic, but I think this hibernation may be a form of self-protection for Your Majesty's body." The old doctor expressed his own speculation, a speculation that he thought was very likely.

"Self-protection?" Luther frowned.

"Yes! Self-protection! He is normal. He must have been attacked at other levels, or suffered some excessive pressure, so he entered a coma." The old doctor nodded and replied.

Just as the two of them were talking, a pen for recording on Chris' bedside vibrated slightly.

"You still haven't told me when your Majesty will wake up!" Luther looked a little impatient.

"Maybe His Majesty will wake up in the next second, maybe a year later." The old doctor had no choice but to answer Luther's question truthfully.

In the face of the magical body, medicine will always be no different from witchcraft. From the old doctor's point of view, Chris may really wake up suddenly after a few seconds, or he may not be able to wake up for the rest of his life.

However, he didn't have the guts to say that His Majesty might not be able to wake up in his life, so he put it in a more euphemistic way: One year later...

And the so-called one year later, if the person has not woken up, it will have to wait another year.

Anyway, the medical environment of His Majesty Chris is unparalleled,

So even if Chris couldn't wake up and just fell asleep like this, there would be no problem. Every day, someone will help him wipe his body, help him exercise his muscles, use the best nutrient solution, and enjoy the most comprehensive physical function test.

Even if he just lay there all the time, he would be happier than many people in this world, with no problems in food and clothing.

However, these doctors may not know that this state will not last for a year. The "Huangquan Project" has been launched and may be executed at any time. Once this plan is carried out, then the world will become Chris's sacrificial sacrifice.

Everyone will be buried with Chris, and the whole world will become a coffin. Under a climate-altering attack, the world may eventually become a devil's paradise, and the entire human civilization will become history.

"Let's test your Majesty's blood again. There is no doubt that blood can directly reflect the changes in a person's body." A doctor saw that Luther's face was extremely ugly, so he suggested again.

"You better stop wasting time! Let His Majesty wake up as soon as possible! Otherwise, you will all regret your incompetence." Luther stated a fact, but it was more like a threat.

Just as they were talking, the pen that had just moved slightly began to melt a little bit. Like a chocolate candy, it was slightly deformed, and the ink oozes out and flows along the table.

"Let's do a blood test!" Finally, the doctors finally reached a consensus and were going to test Chris again.

"I said..." A little nurse who saw the leaking pen stared at the pen on the table with wide eyes, and wanted to ask the people around her if they also saw the melting and deforming pen.

"Don't interrupt! Miss Nurse, you have no right to express your opinion! Watch your Majesty's blood pressure!" A doctor interrupted the little nurse impatiently.

At this time, a doctor hurriedly pushed open the door of the ward, and then walked in front of several attending doctors: "There is no need for blood test. I just came over from the blood room. There is something wrong with your majesty's blood."

"Is there a problem with the blood? What's the problem? Are you sure there is a problem?" Several doctors looked at each other and asked anxiously.

Luther also looked over nervously, hoping to hear the news about His Majesty Chris's condition as soon as possible.

"For sure!" The doctor replied with a wry smile.

"What's the reason? Did you test it with a spare machine?" Several doctors asked, their breathing changed slightly.

The doctor raised the bottle with Chris' blood in his hand and put it in front of several people: "You don't need an instrument to check...because you can see it!"

Under everyone's attention, in the test tube containing Chris' blood, the red blood seemed to be boiling, and a viscous, liquid-like magical breath rolled out of the red blood.

"That..." The little girl who had been staring at the pen swallowed a mouthful of saliva and spoke again. Her voice was so abrupt in the quiet room, so everyone looked at the nurse.

She found that everyone's attention was drawn, she stretched out her hand nervously, pointed carefully to the table in the distance, and asked, "I just wanted to ask... That, that pen... Is it normal?"

Then, everyone's eyes turned to the pen again, and everyone saw the leaked ink, and also saw that the pen was now distorted, as if it was being burned.

What's even more bizarre is that the table under the pen was intact, and it was not affected by the melting of the pen at all. It was as if the hot temperature of the pen had nothing to do with it.

"What the hell is going on?" Luther walked over and reached out to take the pen, but he felt the hot temperature from the pen in an instant: "Damn it! Is this magic?"

In the next second, the infusion tube connected to Chris melted, and the nutrient solution and various medicines to maintain his body were spilled out, making everyone in the room extremely embarrassed.

They saw the liquid floating in the air, and the flames melted the velvet quilt on Chris. They saw the flames wrap around Chris's body, scorching the metal headboard red, but not hurting Chris's skin in the slightest.

The lights began to flicker uneasily, and all the instruments in the house began to malfunction. Finally, the overhead light finally burst and burst, causing everyone to scream in horror.

Outside the door, the guards who heard the voice in the house, Vagron Desail and others broke into the door, and then saw these terrifying scenes that were like supernatural phenomena. They were all stunned at the door, and even forgot to ask why they were shouting.

They saw that Chris' body was suspended on the bed, and the whole person was floating there like a magician. Without any external force, he was floating so terribly, showing that he was different.

When everyone was so frightened that they didn't know what to do, the nutrient solution and glucose droplets suspended in the air fell and fell to the ground, splashing everyone's trouser legs.

The flames wrapped around Chris also disappeared, and the most unfortunate pen was branded on the tabletop, scorching the surrounding wooden tabletops to pitch black.

Immediately afterwards, Chris opened his eyes, and the whole person lost the power of floating, and stood up all at once, standing on the bed. He stretched his waist and looked at the terrified Luther and the others: "What the hell is going on here? The world war is starting here?"

He originally wanted to be humorous, but seeing that everyone in the room was staring at him, he could only cough in embarrassment, covered his mouth and asked, "Well, these things are... all of me. smashed?"

In fact, he was quite embarrassed. After all, it was quite embarrassing to make such a mess in a room, and to make such a mess without realizing it, and in front of so many people.

So he wanted to save a little bit of his own image, so he explained: "Actually, I didn't know anything just now, so...why did such a big commotion, I don't know...you...you are all What are you doing here?"

He stood on the bed, overlooking the door and everyone in the room, and asked, "I'm embarrassed when you look at me like this! Luther! Luther! What's going on? My Is there something on your face?"

Having said that, he looked down at himself, trying to find the difference in himself, and then he saw his naked body, standing on the bed without any cover.

"That, Your Majesty... I still have something to do." Vagron coughed and raised his foot to exit the ward. Des also turned around in embarrassment, wanting to leave this awkward place.

The little nurse looked at Chris, blushed and lowered her head, occasionally swiping at Chris's body from the corner of her eyes, thinking that His Majesty's capital is really talented...

"..." Chris felt that he had thrown away all the people who could be thrown away as an emperor, so he jumped out of the hospital bed calmly, and stretched out his hand to Luther: "Where are my pants? Why don't you hurry up and get them?"