Chapter 673: Have You Offended Someone?

Hardy's eyebrows wrinkled uncontrollably.

"Mr. Luo, do you have any misunderstandings about the concept of death?" Hardy asked, "No matter how powerful I am, I can't bring back the soul of the dead."

Everyone present was smart.

They immediately discovered the "blind spot" in Hardy's words.

The expressions of several people seemed a little incredible.

The middle-aged man surnamed Luo said with surprise: "Mr. Zhao means... you don't deny the existence of the soul?"

Hardy's expression was very calm.

Of course he did not deny the existence of the soul.

He was able to travel to the game world and then to this parallel world, not with the body.

But with the soul.

Seeing that Hardy didn't speak, everyone present understood what he meant.

But no one spoke anymore, everyone was digesting the news.

After a while, the oldest Zhao Changhe couldn't help but ask first: "Master Zhao, may I ask... can souls be seen by ordinary people like us?"

"It shouldn't be." Hadi thought for a while and decided to tell these people some "truths": "As far as I know, souls do exist. But... ordinary people can't see them because their perception is not enough."

"Master, can you see it?"

Hadi shook his head: "I can sense it occasionally."

Souls do exist. But even in the game world, it is difficult for them to exist in the "natural world".

As soon as the intelligent life in the game world dies, the soul will be directly pulled into the underworld by the rules created by the power of the Hades.

Occasionally there are fish that slip through the net.

But this kind of fish that slip through the net is not a good thing.

Souls will be "consumed" in the free world.

Continuous consumption.

Only in the underworld can they exist for a long time.

Of course, in the end, as time goes by, they will slowly "disappear".

But the underworld is indeed the last paradise for souls.

At least there, there is a relatively fair "environment" and relatively comfortable living conditions.

The middle-aged man surnamed Luo looked at Hardy and said, "Master Zhao, I beg you to bring back my son's soul."

"I can't save the dead." Hardy sighed.

At this time, Master Luo laughed.

"My son is indeed dead, brain dead, not even a vegetative state. At least a vegetative state has the possibility of waking up, but my son was diagnosed by the doctor as brain dead and will never wake up." The middle-aged man surnamed Luo said with some sadness: "He has been lying in the ICU for more than three years. We all thought he was dead, but there is still a glimmer of hope, and we have to keep him alive."

Brain death is indeed dead, at least from a medical point of view.

Hardy did not speak.

He was considering the feasibility of this matter.

In the game world, there is no such thing as brain death.

As long as the body is not really dead, the soul will not disappear.

Of course, there are special spells that can detain the soul, which is the specialty of the necromancer.

But this is very difficult.

The soul and body of a normal human being are highly ‘bound’, and the body is like an invisible vine that tightly grasps the soul. To ‘cut’ the soul out of the body, a very sharp ‘knife’ is needed.

Except for the necromancer, few people can get this ‘knife’.

Hardy didn’t get it either.

However, the magic academy has recruited three necromancers, and Hardy will also go to audit their classes.

He has a certain understanding of necromancy and souls.

Moreover, he recently fought with ‘Life is Short’ in the soul world, so he has a certain basic understanding of souls.

Seeing that Hardy didn’t speak for so long, the middle-aged man surnamed Luo became anxious and said, “Master Zhao, I can pay, a lot of money. And I can also expand your network. You can ask for everything I can do.”

At this time, the middle-aged man surnamed Luo was already very anxious.

He tried every possible way to save his son, and tried both formal and informal methods.

But none of them worked.

Hardy was his last hope.

Because he really felt that Hadi was capable.

He would never let go of the last ‘life-saving straw’.

Hadi looked up at the middle-aged man surnamed Luo: “I can try, but I can’t guarantee that I can save him.”

“Master Zhao, just do it. Even if you can’t save him, it’s his life.” The middle-aged man surnamed Luo had a tangled face.

He was now a little happy and a little scared.

He was happy that Hadi was going to do it, but he was scared that… if even such a powerful master couldn’t save his son, his son would probably be sentenced to death.

“It’s good that you understand.” Hadi smiled and said, “I’m not a god yet, and I don’t have the ability to bring the dead back to life.”

When these words came out, the people around him raised their eyebrows again.

They were all elites in the business world, and they would quickly and carefully consider every word of others.

Hadi’s point was that he was ‘not’ a god yet… In other words, could he become a god in the future?

So powerful?

But think about it, it seems possible.

After all, even Huang Shao’s broken leg could be ‘reconnected’.

In ancient times, this would be a divine ability.

He is still so young now, and if he practices for a few more decades, he will probably become a divine.

When they thought of this, their expressions when they looked at Hardy became a little subtle.

"Master Zhao, can you tell me a time so that I can ask the hospital to prepare it?" The middle-aged man surnamed Luo was a little excited.

"Is the hospital in the city?"

"Yes."

"Let's do it now." Hardy stood up: "I have other things to deal with later."

"Okay." The middle-aged man surnamed Luo stood up suddenly and rubbed his hands happily.

At this time, Huang Tianlin stood up and asked with a smile: "You two, can I join in the fun?"

"I'll join in the fun, you two don't mind." Zhao Changhe also stood up.

At this time, the remaining two bosses also stood up.

"Let's go together."

They were all curious about whether Hardy could cure brain-dead people.

They had already heard of the son of a middle-aged man named Luo.

Although the Luo family has more than one son, the one lying on the hospital bed is the favorite youngest son of the middle-aged man named Luo.

If they can be saved in this way, then they must establish a relationship with the young man in front of them.

You might have to ask him for help at some point.

After all, these people are very old.

The older a person gets, the more afraid he is of death.

Seeing several people standing up, Mr. Huang also wanted to follow them.

Huang Tianlin said angrily: "You just stay at home, there's nothing wrong with you."

Mr. Huang smiled awkwardly.

In fact, he also wanted to go and see it.

But the people in front of him were all his elders, and as a rich second generation who was involved in food, drink, prostitution and gambling, he was really not qualified to stay with these big bosses.

Several people walked out together.

The middle-aged man surnamed Luo asked in a low voice: "Master Zhao, would you like to ride in my car?"

"Thank you, no need." Tiana, who had been standing next to her without saying much, said, "Mr. Luo, please tell me the name of the hospital, and I will take Ha... Changsheng there."

The middle-aged man named Luo nodded.

He also understood that compared with a beautiful woman, his car was certainly not attractive.

After leaving Huang Tianlin's villa, everyone got into their private cars.

They are all big bosses, and their cars are naturally very expensive.

But none of them are sports cars, they are all business cars that look very low-key on the outside.

If you didn't look at the car logo, you wouldn't associate them with luxury cars.

Although the roads in Meicheng are relatively busy for commuting, sports cars still have some advantages on the road.

At least no one dared to take Setiana's car and steal her way.

This is a disguised form of asking her to drive faster.

The car soon arrived in front of a large hospital.

The hospital's gold-lettered signboard hangs on the grand door.

It is not as busy as a public hospital, and the price of cars entering and exiting is relatively high.

At first glance, this hospital is designed to serve the rich.

The sports car was left in the parking lot, and Tiana took Hardy to the treatment building.

Not long after, Huang Tianlin and others came over with their own private drivers.

A private driver is not only a driver, but also a bodyguard and baggage carrier.

The appearance of these people naturally alarmed the senior management and attending doctors in the hospital.

The middle-aged man named Luo arrived last, leading a bald middle-aged doctor over.

The middle-aged doctor felt that his legs were a little weak when he saw some big guys in the shopping mall.

"Is there something special about several CEOs appearing in our small hospital at the same time?"

The director of the hospital came over after hearing the news. He took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and then shook hands with several big shots.

Of course, I didn’t forget to shake hands with Hardy and Tiana.

Although these two seem to be juniors, there is nothing wrong with treating them well.

"We want to go in and see my son." The middle-aged man surnamed Luo said with a smile, "Dean Li, please make arrangements for us."

"Okay." Dean Li agreed without hesitation.

The Luo family's youngest son is now lying in a single ICU treatment room.

Use the best medicine and the best nursing service.

The cost for a day is just over fifteen thousand.

After one month, it’s almost half a million.

The cost of such treatment can cost an ordinary family two or three days, let alone one month.

But for a middle-aged man surnamed Luo, the cost of 15,000 yuan a day is not enough for him to go out for a dinner.

Therefore, although his youngest son was brain dead, he was still kept alive with the best medical conditions.

Such expenses are not difficult for the Luo family.

With the help of nurses, several people put on antibacterial clothing specially designed for entering the ICU.

There are several pots of green plants placed in the bright and transparent single room.

On the hospital bed in the middle, there was a young man lying on the bed, wearing an oxygen-supply breathing mask. There were two machines next to him, which beeped a few times from time to time.

"This is my youngest son, Luo Zuoyuan."

The middle-aged man surnamed Luo walked over and gently touched his son's forehead.

His face was full of distress.

Hardy also walked over, looking at the young man's appearance, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"What's wrong?"

Tiana asked.

She pays most attention to Hardy, and she can detect even the smallest expression on the latter's face.

"Something is wrong."

Hardy then looked at the middle-aged man named Luo: "Mr. Luo, have you offended someone?" (End of Chapter)