Chapter 87 Vitality

"Mr. Watson, do you finally feel comfortable coming to me to diagnose your condition?"

Winfrey Morgan didn't need to look at the initial diagnosis sheet pushed over the table. He had been in contact with John Watson for quite some time, even though he had not yet used the power of secret transmission for detection.

He could tell from John's staggering steps as he came limping in line that the chronic disease in his leg was obviously getting worse than when he was at the Royal Free Hospital.

Watson was not surprised to hear this. As early as a month ago, Winfres had tentatively asked if he needed help diagnosing his injuries, but he did not agree because he was too worried at that time.

He pretended to be relaxed and smiled and replied: "Yes, there is really no other way. I also heard from others that there is a miracle doctor in St. Artionus Church Hospital, so I came here to try my luck... I didn't expect that the miracle doctor was Mr. Winfrey! What a coincidence. I would have asked you to check me out when I was at the Royal Free Hospital."

"Oh, yes, Mr. Watson, who has heard of me?"

Winfrey came out from behind the desk, half-crouched in front of John, motioned for him to roll up his trousers, and at the same time made a veiled inquiry.

"I have heard many people mention the miraculous doctor at St. Artionius Hospital, including residents of the apartment where I live, and a doctor friend of mine - little Stanford Leland. Have you heard of this name? Really? He calls himself your apprentice, and it was the one who first recommended me to come to St. Achonius Church Hospital..."

Watson said, turning to look at Nello Bacchus, who seemed to be standing in a military posture because of his arrival. He waved his hand, "Okay, Nello, take a rest. This is not an army, there is no need to stand still." If you are so serious, I am no longer your boss.”

Hearing this, Nello simply instinctively raised his chest and raised his head, roared loudly and replied: "Yes, sir!"

Then he relaxed his waist and took half a step forward with his left foot.

Winfrey didn't seem to notice the seemingly disloyal behavior of his deputy leader. He just continued to motion to the patient to lift his trousers.

Watson rolled up his trousers, exposing the luxuriant leg hair that had grown wildly recently. Under the sharp and straight hair like needles, there were slightly thin calf muscles.

Winfrey's palm touched it and carefully explored it... The muscles were pliable and elastic, and the bones were in complete condition.

"It's not a simple trauma."

He first eliminated a possibility in his mind, then squeezed it a little harder, "Do you feel it?"

"No." Watson shook his head numbly.

Winfreth knocked the opponent's tibia hard again, and he could hear the deep echo, but when he looked at Watson, all he got was still shaking his head.

Dr. Winfrey took out a small wooden hammer and hit the ligaments below the opponent's knee, but there was no reaction.

"The knee jerk reflex has stopped...it seems to be a neurological problem."

With this thought in mind, Winfreth quietly used his telepathic power, and wisps of fluctuations came from his heart and were transmitted to Watson's leg muscles through his palms.

The ripples on the water spread toward the inside, penetrating through the skin, muscles, nerves and bones, and then rushed back to the heart along the palm. The specific information was already clear in Winfres' mind.

"The tibial nerve in the left leg was severely damaged, resulting in the inability to lift the heel, and the toe flexion function was significantly limited, and the feeling in the lower leg was completely lost."

"This is obviously a severe disability that cannot be cured by modern medicine."

"But for forbidden knowledge, it's just a trivial matter... You don't even need to ask for atonement from the Forge. You just need to release the power of the mind a little, so that the code of the heart emerges in John Watson's body, and he will Health can be restored through the vitality of the heart.”

"only……"

Winfrey glanced at the expectant John Watson with his peripheral vision and thought in his mind: "We can't let him know that the treatment is so simple and easy. He must feel that he has gone through a lot of hardships to get it. A chance to heal.”

Then he seemed to have inadvertently failed to restrain his expression, revealing a trace of embarrassment between his brows.

As expected, Watson was keenly aware of this embarrassing look. His originally expectant expression was covered with a layer of uneasiness and anxiety. He asked anxiously:

"How is it? Is the problem serious?"

Winfrey sighed and said: "Oh, Watson, your injury... is far more serious than I originally thought. If you had come to find me from the beginning, maybe -"

When Watson heard these words, it was like a bolt from the blue. The confidence and hope on his face faded away, and became filled with a look of despair.

He pretended to be calm and chuckled: "It's okay, it's none of your business, doctor. It's just me who is too self-righteous. I thought that I was young and strong and could not be defeated by the disease. I could defeat all the problems in the world with my willpower." All the difficulties... I was too proud and missed the best opportunity."

Winfrey shook his head slowly, "No, Watson, you misunderstood what I meant. I meant that if you came to me from the beginning, you would be able to cure this problem very quickly... But now, It will take a lot of effort, and it may take a period of continuous treatment to bring your left leg back to life."

"With a lot of effort...that means I can still be cured, right?!"

"I still have hope, right?!!"

The flame of hope ignited in Watson's pupils again. He held Winfrey Morgan's palm in surprise and asked impatiently.

Winfres has seen this expression too many times. Every disheartened patient has this expression when he gets a glimmer of hope, just like a drowning person holding on to a life-saving straw, holding his palm tightly... He laughed in his heart, even if you are a soldier with a rock-hard will, you can't resist the temptation of health.

But his face was still solemn, "It's just a possibility... After all, Watson, your injury has been delayed for too long and has deteriorated too badly. I am not 100% sure that I can cure your injury... But, I think it is still possible to cure it. Even if it cannot be completely cured, at least I can prevent your injury from further deteriorating to the point where amputation is required."

"It is possible... How likely is it? What price do I need to pay to increase this possibility?"

"As long as Mr. Winfreys is sure to cure my pain, I am willing to give all my 500 pounds... If this is not enough, I can also borrow... find it!"

"As long as it can cure my pain, I am willing to give everything!!!"

Watson's eyes were red and his expression was crazy. It seemed that the pain of his leg injury had a great impact on his life. After catching a glimmer of hope, he was unwilling to let go again, even if he had to do everything to hold on to this ray of hope.

Winfreys was very satisfied when he saw this scene, but he still pretended to be compassionate on the surface.

He patted Watson's shoulder, who was holding him tightly, and comforted him:

"Mr. Watson, please rest assured. I will do my best to heal your leg injury... I swear on my mother, little Anna!"

Watson was like seeing the dawn in the darkness, his eyes were shining with strong light and seemed to be about to cry. He held the other's palm tightly and choked:

"Mr. Winfreys... I'll leave it to you!"

Of course you have to heal my leg injury, otherwise my act of cutting off my tibial nerve some time ago would be in vain.

25 has entered the palace... and will not come out so soon for the time being.

The general content is that Watson is in a trance illusion of a second-level moth, descending to a creature suspected to be a shell species, and meeting his "self".