Becoming an ancient god from blood therapy

Chapter 273 Doctor Giroud's Family

Bi-monthly calendar Tuesday, January 1931, 1, light snow.

At 07:30 in the morning, Dr. Giroud had finished grooming and stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom to adjust his makeup.

Dr. Giroud is 35 years old, with a height of 1.7 meters [-] and a well-proportioned body. He looks like a very ordinary young man.

Who would have thought that such a young doctor is now an expert in the Department of Respiratory Medicine at Arkham Center University.

It has been three months since he looked at this young man in the mirror, full of vitality between his brows and eyes, but Dr. Giroud still felt a little incredible and novel.

The self three months ago, because of long hours of overtime work, the 35-year-old has already started to bald and fat, and he looks almost 50 years old.

But now the youth in the mirror is like a 26-[-] young man full of vigor and vigor.

Stretching out his left hand to straighten his light brown hair, he could see that Dr. Jirou's entire left hand and forearm were not human tissues, but a silver-gray, very tight mechanical palm.

The mechanical palm is very flexible, and it seems to have the function of automatic heating. Accompanied by a burst of water vapor, the hair caught by the iron hand will be fixed, as if it has been treated by an electric iron.

After sorting himself out, Giroud took a deep breath: "Today, we must work hard and save people, so as to repay the kindness of the great mayor."

He will never forget the fear, despair and panic he experienced three months ago.

When he was in the hospital for consultation, he walked into the corridor, and his colleagues and those patients had turned into terrifying madmen.

Before he could escape, he felt that he had witnessed an unspeakable horror and became like them.

He didn't know how long he had been through, and when he recovered, he was already in the dark operating room.

All of them were pinned to beds in a huge space, but that wasn't what terrified them the most.

The most horrifying thing was that Jirou discovered that his body had undergone a terrifying mutation. The forearm and palm of his left arm had turned into a kind of dark, weird tentacles, and this mutation was further eroding his body.

He saw with his own eyes that several of his familiar colleagues had completely turned into monsters, started a frantic attack regardless of whether they were enemies or friends, and were forced to be annihilated in the end.

Soon he knew that they were infected with the terrible plague and were turning into monsters, which was very dangerous.

They cannot leave there without eradicating the plague.

Hearing this, Jirou felt like he had fallen into the despair and coldness of an ice hole.

In that dark space, Jirou thought that he would never be able to leave there for the rest of his life, and became someone else's experimental subject.

Desperation and fear grew in his heart. He missed his wife and his daughter.

Just when they fell into despair, the great mayor appeared, bringing them not only hope, but also an extremely bright future.

During the follow-up week of treatment, although it was painful, everyone was full of excitement seeing their bodies gradually improving and the plague under control.

At the same time, for those people with mutated limbs, the mayor not only provided amputation treatment for them for free, but also installed the fantastic robotic arm for free after the amputation.

Those mechanical prosthetics are so powerful and easy to use. Not only do they have some special abilities, they are even more flexible than the original palms, and they have powerful strength beyond ordinary people.

And these things that countless people can't get in their dreams, they all get it for free.

But more than that, what the great mayor injects them every day has a special magical substance, which Dr. Morsi calls the magical blood of self-healing blood.

This kind of blood born in blood therapy not only expelled the parasites in their bodies, but also expelled some visible and invisible diseases in their bodies.

One month after returning home, Jirou was pleasantly surprised to find that his blood sugar and blood lipids were not high, his cervical and lumbar diseases were also cured, and even the desperate baldness had regrown hair.

He is not the only example of this. All the people who have experienced that period of treatment have achieved self-healing to varying degrees.

And all of this is free, without any price or commitment.

Because they are the people of Arkham, they are the people under the jurisdiction of the great mayor!

After more than three months, Giroud still feels emotional when he thinks of what happened back then.

Walk out of the bathroom and sit at the dining table in the living room at home.

At this time, three hearty breakfasts were prepared on the table, including two slices of toast, a fried egg, a cup of hot milk, and a sausage.

Mrs. Giroux sat down with a smile and said, "I have to work hard today! I heard that Dr. Yar can not only cure diseases and save lives, but also catch thieves."

Jirou was not surprised, but still stared: "Where did you know this?"

"Of course it's the club." After speaking, Mrs. Giroud stood up and puffed her chest out and asked, "How is it? Am I getting slimmer?"

Jirou took a look and found that his wife had really lost weight now.

Mrs. Giroud smiled and said: "The Arkham Flower Club is really amazing. I only exercised there for a week, and the effect is so obvious!"

Hearing this, Giroud immediately understood.

Today, the Arkham Flower Club has become a paradise for upper-class and middle-class women throughout the city.

Giroud curled his lips and said, "Then practice hard and don't cause any trouble. That's Ms. Arkham's club."

Mrs. Jirou gave him a blank look: "You don't need to remind! And our sisters are doing well!"

At this moment, the two's daughter, Leta, ran out to have a quick breakfast, put on her schoolbag and went out: "I'm leaving!"

"Put on your hat! It's snowing today!" Mrs. Giroud hurriedly followed.

Lieta, a playful 16-year-old girl, stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes strangely. "Tracey taught us a kind of aerobics called martial arts. I'm not afraid of the cold!"

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Giroud saw her daughter stepping on the white snow, running all the way for a few seconds and then disappeared.

"My daughter has grown up. I heard Principal Anita say that Leta and Trish have a good relationship. I can't be wrong." Giroud, who also finished eating here, stood up and picked up his coat and scarf.

Mrs. Giroud immediately said with a smile on her face, "That's right, Tracy is the first person in Arkham to be healed by blood therapy, and the great mayor did it himself!"

Ladies can be mouthy, especially when exercising together in a space.

Tracy's mother, Laila, was also naturally like this, and couldn't help showing off.

Everyone in the school knew that Tracy was cured suddenly, and it seemed that she was the first one after counting the time.

The other women were very envious, so they were naturally willing to let their children have more contact with Tracy.

(End of this chapter)