Chapter 8: Attacking the Vital Points

Upon hearing the news, Daryl first felt that the young man was crazy.

"Blood therapy? This is not possible! This is a technology banned by the empire and the church! It has no scientific basis and is illegal! You will only make more people die!" Daryl stood up suddenly and said righteously He spoke loudly and righteously.

There have been two large-scale plagues caused by blood therapy in history, which now scare everyone.

Ross leaned on the backrest and looked at the excited Daryl and said casually: "There is no scientific basis. It is because people's poor thinking is not strong enough. The blood therapy technique that I have improved can not only save their lives, but also make them better." Become strong enough.”

"Daryl, will you help me?"

Daryl replied directly: "This is impossible! Not to mention me, the eight municipal committee members will not agree."

"Don't refuse in a hurry, I think you should listen to my plan first." Lose said with a smile.

Daryl immediately refused: "No! Mayor, you'd better pay attention to your words and actions, otherwise I will use the power of the committee to remove you from office!"

After saying that, he turned and left directly.

Looking at Daryl leaving, Los suddenly asked: "How is your daughter doing lately? She seems to have lost sight, right?"

"Poor Tracy, she is so beautiful and young." Ross looked regretful.

Daryl's body suddenly stiffened, he turned to stare at Los, and said through gritted teeth: "If you dare to touch my daughter, I will definitely kill you!"

After saying that, he slammed the door and left.

After Daryl left, Ross put his hands behind his head and sighed: "Sure enough, it is still difficult to tame a servant without enough prestige."

"Well, it's time to use my blood therapy!"

After that, Los did not stay here any longer and went out directly.

While Daryl and the eight city commissioners were still discussing how to deal with this crazy guy Lose, Lose was already humming a tune and came to the front of the Imperial Post Office Building at 487 Peabody Avenue.

This massive five-story building is Arkham's largest postal processing center and the only serious facility capable of delivering letters outside of town.

Of course, Ross came here not to deliver letters, but to a high-end apartment behind the postal building, the Postal Apartments.

Room 305, Building 2, is Daryl's home.

Daryl works as a full-time municipal manager with an annual salary of 8,000 Rosa dollars, which is a high-level income in Arkham.

His wife, Leila Crocombe, is a stay-at-home housewife. His daughter, Tracey, is sixteen years old and has become blind due to illness.

The daughter's disease has added a lot of haze to this wealthy family. Laila became a follower of Los because Ross promised to cure her daughter's eyes.

Following the clean and tidy stairs to the door of 305, Lose straightened his expression and rang the doorbell.

Then the door opened quietly, revealing a well-kept and pretty blond woman.

Although she is a little older, she can still see the beauty of this woman when she was young.

It’s hard to imagine that an orangutan could marry such a beautiful wife.

"Maybe, this is true love!" Ross sighed in his heart.

"You are...the mayor of Arkham!?" Lyra recognized Los.

Ross smiled and nodded: "It's me, Mrs. Crocham."

Out of etiquette, Laika unhooked the door hanging, welcomed Ross in, and asked somewhat unexpectedly: "Why are you here?"

She heard some things about the young mayor from her husband, and her instinctive impression could be said to be very bad.

Ross said with a hint of sadness: "I heard that Tracy's disease is serious, so I came over to visit."

When she mentioned her daughter, a gloom suddenly appeared on Laila's face.

Her daughter Tracy is only sixteen years old this year. She is about to enjoy her best years, but due to eye problems she is forced to drop out of Arkham Public High School and transfer to Rice School for the Blind to learn Braille.

Every time she thought about this, she felt that her life was full of darkness and her heart was like a knife.

"Thank you for your concern, but Tracy is not in a good mood recently. She often locks herself in the bedroom for several hours." Lila said with sadness in her tone.

Ross comforted him and said, "Mrs. Crocham, you don't need to worry. I've got a brand new method here that should be able to help poor Tracy."

Lila forced a smile after hearing this: "Thank you for your kindness. Tracy's condition has been diagnosed by countless doctors. So far, there is no medical technology that can save her eyes."

Los looked at Lila seriously and said, "Mrs. Crocob, you can try it. No matter what the effect is, it won't be worse than it is now."

"You should know that the eyes have a huge impact on Tracy. If this continues, she will soon fall into depression or even commit suicide. She should have a similar tendency now, right?"

Hearing this, Laila's face turned uglier at first, as if Los had been right. Then she pondered for a few seconds and asked tentatively: "What is your method?"

Ross then talked about his previous settings for Tracey: "The disease Tracey has is called cranial nerve injury, which is a gradual blindness caused by damage to the nerves in the brain."

"Did Tracey suffer from drooping eyelids, facial numbness and lack of expression along with her blindness during this period?"

Hearing this, Leila was shocked: "Yes, yes! You obviously haven't seen Tracy, how do you know?"

Loss said: "Of course it is based on the cause of the disease. Mrs. Klocum, a kind mother, please believe me, I can cure Tracy. I am the mayor of Arkham. I have no reason to frame the daughter of my municipal manager."

Leila didn't know much about Ross, but she still believed in his identity. When she said this, she didn't hesitate at all: "Mayor, if you can save Tracy's eyes... our family will be grateful to you forever."

At this time, Leila cried excitedly.

Loss said confidently: "Don't worry, Tracy's eyes will definitely recover. Please take me to see her now."

Then, Leila took Ross to Tracy's bedroom on the inside. At this time, the bedroom door was closed, and a faint cry could be heard from inside.

"Dear Tracy, please open the door. The mayor brought the most advanced technology today and said that it can cure your eyes." Leila said softly.

"Mom, don't lie to me. My eyes can't be cured at all." A low, gray and sad female voice came.

Leila said softly: "Child, it's not wrong to give it a try. What if a miracle happens? Mayor Arkham can clearly tell your condition and say that you have brain nerve damage. He must know a lot about this disease."

There was silence for a few seconds, and then with the sound of groping, the door was opened. Inside was a tall and beautiful girl with golden curly hair.

Sixteen-year-old Tracy is already 1.7 meters tall, with a well-proportioned and slender body. She only has a face shape that is more like Daryl, and the rest of her perfectly inherited her mother.

Tracy has a typical Western skeleton. The square face with soft edges looks generous, with long golden curly hair and green eyes, full of youthful vitality.

The premise is that the eyes are normal.

Her eyes have lost their light, her eyelids are drooping, her eyes are red, and her face has little expression, full of dullness and darkness.

Seeing her daughter like this, Leila couldn't help crying.

Los looked at the beautiful girl and sighed: "God is so cruel that he let such a beautiful girl suffer such suffering."

Then he changed the subject and said confidently: "However, today we have to break God's arrangement, beautiful Tracy, your eyes will be healed today!"