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"Actually, I knew about Luther's condition right away." Harley mused: "If medical treatment was possible, even if it cost a lot and cost a lot of merit points, I would have revived him at that time. "

This is talking big words.

If the heavenly merit required to cure Luther exceeds 100,000, she will pretend that the voice of heaven cannot do anything.

However, she was not pretending. She could obviously save Luther in time at some cost, but she deliberately delayed it until the superheroes and the world's famous doctors were helpless, and until Luther's family anxiously came to her and wailed "Please" The miracle doctor takes action." Then she calmly and leisurely took out two silver needles, and with many old doctors exclaiming "Ah, these are the magic needles that have been lost for many years", she revived Luther with a few simple strokes.

Of course Harley likes to show off, but the premise of showing off is not to delay the business.

Just talking about the advantages of rescuing Luther in time, immediately understanding the case of "real and fake Luther", being able to provide relevant information about the fake Luther, and even helping to find the fake Luther, she also sincerely hopes that Luther wakes up soon.

What's more, Luther is barely her friend, so she has reason to help him.

"What's going on with Luther? Even Miss Quinn, you don't know how to treat him." Mrs. Luther said worriedly.

In her heart, Tianjun is almost omnipotent and is a little god.

Lina was also shocked and worried, "The doctor said he just had a concussion. As long as he recovers well, he may wake up at any time."

Harley shook her head and said: "Luthor's problem is not with the brain, but with the soul. Lena, do you know about your brother's 'soul digitization' experiment?"

Lina nodded awkwardly, "I haven't done any research. I only saw some information from the experimental database."

"Luthor was like someone who had his soul extracted, digitized the soul, scrambled the order of the data, and finally stuffed the garbled soul into Luther's body," Harley explained.

"My dear, how can this be done?" Lina's face turned pale. "Won't his body reject the garbled soul? After all, garbled code means that it is no longer his soul."

Harley took a deep look at her. This girl is dishonest. She said before that she only saw some superficial information about soul data, but now she immediately grasped the core of the problem.

"The garbled soul data is just a metaphor. To facilitate your understanding, the real situation is more complicated than that.

That person's methods are very powerful and his skills are very high. " Harley sighed.

Lina whispered: "If, I mean if... can we extract Luther's soul again, digitize it first, and then readjust it to the correct order?"

"Do you think it can be done?" Harley asked.

"Can you find his original soul data backup? I remember that during the Crisis on Infinite Earths, you helped him clean the Brainiac mark in his soul." Lena asked.

Ever since the topic of soul digitization came up, old Mrs. Luther began to listen to the Book of Heaven.

She couldn't understand anything, so she could only look at her daughter eagerly at one moment, and at Harry expectantly at the other.

At this moment, she shifted her gaze again and directed her hopeful gaze at Harry.

"You still don't understand what kind of person your brother is? How could he allow his soul information to fall into the hands of others? As soon as he recovered, he immediately called and asked for the data.

Well, you may not know my attitude towards the digitization of souls, but your brother definitely knows.

I didn't save his data at all. "

After a pause, Harley continued: "In addition, soul data is different from genetic data. The soul is composed of experience, worldview, memory and other elements, and it changes every day.

The person you are today is no longer the person you were yesterday, that’s what it means. "

"Is Luther completely hopeless and can only lie in bed waiting to die?" Lina said desperately.

Harley shook her head again, "At least there is a way for me, but it is too dangerous and Luther is in danger of death. So..."

She glanced at the mother and daughter and said strangely: "I have actually been waiting for you, waiting for you to exhaust all methods to find a cure for Luther, waiting for you to try all ordinary methods.

When you come to me, I will tell you my method of ‘fighting fire with fire’.

As his closest relative, if you agree to sign a liability waiver, I will treat him. "

"This" Lina was surprised at first, then hesitated.

Luther's mother said simply, "What method? Let me tell you first."

"Kill Luther." Harley said.

"Oh my god!" The two Luthers, as well as Ivy and Selina who were listening nearby, all exclaimed.

"Killing Luther, his soul must be apart from the God of War in Heaven and the Guard of Silver City. I actually have a position in Heaven - Guardian of Hell.

Responsible for guarding the border of hell and arresting illegal border crossers. "

Catching border crossers is actually her welfare, and her real job is to ensure that "Hell Unleashed" incidents don't happen again.

"I mean, if, if Luther's soul goes to hell, I can accurately lock him. Some methods cannot be used on living people, but they are particularly effective on souls."

"What if Luther doesn't go to hell?" Luther's mother asked.

Lina patted the back of her hand with a look of helplessness.

As the leader of a famous super villain, how could he not even have the consciousness to go to hell?

Harry smiled and said, "If you go to heaven, that would be even better. You can go directly to heaven and enjoy the blessings. There is no need to save."

"Oh, can you be saved after going to hell?" Luther's mother realized then that her son was still being rescued, not arranging funeral arrangements.

"It may save someone's life, or it may kill them. This is the risk," said Harley.

"Can you use magic to extract the soul and use your treatment method on the soul?" Lina asked.

"Luthor fell into 'brain death' because he knew some very important secrets, and someone didn't want the secrets to be exposed. At the same time, he couldn't be killed, lest his soul be found after his death.

He used a non-magical method on Luthor's body.

It does not necessarily mean extracting the soul and disrupting the genetic coding of the soul. I said that before just to make it easier for you to understand.

His methods are more sophisticated, closer to the Creator, but not magical.

So, I'm guessing that since he doesn't want Luther to die, does it mean that after Luther's death, the soul can get rid of the means imposed on the body? "

Lina thought thoughtfully, "Is the state of the soul at death different from the soul extracted when alive? After death, everything is over. Can the soul be freed from the shackles of the body, and the soul can wake up more easily?"

Harley showed a satisfied smile, "Are you willing to give it a try?"

"Who used such vicious methods against Luther?" Luther's mother said angrily.

"I also want to hear the exact answer from Luther."

Lina looked at her mother hesitantly.

Harley stood up and said, "You can discuss it slowly, there is no rush."

An hour later, the vegetative Luther was taken to the "Quinn Clinic" by the Archimedes airship for treatment.

Accompanying the vigilante is Oliver the Green Arrow.

Zhenglian has been "protecting" Luther, and today it is Oliver's turn to be on duty.

After Luther was carried to the operating table, Harley used a yellow-light energy tool to create a slender scalpel, and without anesthesia or sterilization, she aimed it at his heart and gently inserted it.

"Tsk—" Blood shot out half a meter high.

The operating table and floor were splashed with bright red, but Harry's body was not stained by a drop of blood.

"Thump thump." Luther's body twitched a few times and then lost his breath.

Oliver, who was sipping milk tea while waiting to witness Harley's miraculous medical skills, was stunned.

"Pah!" The milk tea cup fell to the ground. He twisted his face and rushed towards the operating table, shouting: "Harry, what are you doing? Stop -"

"What are you doing? Stop!" As soon as he made a move, the two female Luthers beside him hurriedly grabbed him.

"You-" Oliver looked at them in disbelief, "Didn't you see what Harley did?"

"She's saving Luther, don't disturb her." Mother and daughter said in unison, seriously.

Oliver glanced around their faces and immediately thought of "the bad things in rich families".

Is there a fight over inheritance?

No, Harley wouldn't be involved in something like that.

He calmed down, stopped rushing forward, and carefully looked at the operating room in a small reception room next to the living room. The operating table was just a 1.8-meter-long cherry wood desk, which was very simple.

But his pupils soon contracted and his expression turned into shock.

"Luthor's blood." He rubbed his eyes. Luther's blood was still dark gray. The blood suddenly changed from bright red to dark gray.

Then something even more surprising happened. With Luther's wound as the center, grayness and decay spread rapidly in all directions like mold.

Luther's body seemed to have decayed for hundreds of days. The cherry wood table was like a coffin board dug out of a tomb, and gray frost had condensed on the floor and walls.

"The whole house has been pulled into the shadow realm." Oliver suddenly realized.

Then he saw another Luther, his face as pale as a ghost and his eyes dull.

Silly, slow and like a zombie.

"Ah, Luther?!" the two female Luthers exclaimed.

"This is Luther's undead soul. He is indeed going to hell, and is being detained on the outskirts of hell by me using the authority of 'Hell Guard'.

Don't scream, but you can shout his name loudly.

The cry of a loved one may wake up his sleeping soul. "Harry shouted.

Oliver saw her speaking, while she drew out the silver penitence stick like lightning, and hit the undead Luther on the head with the stick.

"Bang!" Oliver thought he heard a muffled sound.

Undead Luther's expression was distorted, but he remained silent.

"Luthor, Luther, come back!"

"Brother, Luther, wake up quickly."

The two female Luthers were screaming heartbreakingly.

"Luthor, Luther, come back quickly." He also shouted.

Once he wakes up, he can no longer stay in the hospital. After being interrogated, he can be sent to Striker Island Prison for permanent imprisonment.

"Bang bang bang!" The penitent sticks fell like raindrops. Finally, the undead Luther blew out a breath of black air from his mouth and screamed: "Oh my god, it hurts!"

"Luthor!" Luther's mother immediately shouted: "I'm here, are you awake?"

Undead Luther only twisted his face and cried out in pain, but did not respond to them.

"Why is he ignoring me?" Luther's mother asked nervously.

"Keep barking, don't stop."

But then, no matter how the two Luthor girls screamed or how Harley beat him, he would behave the same and cry out in pain with a confused look on his face.

A few drops of sweat began to form on Harley's forehead. She was going to suffer! The death treatment method seems to have failed, and her reputation as "Miracle Doctor Harley, who can cure all diseases" will also be destroyed, and she can no longer pretend to be cool.

"No, we must not fail." A look of determination flashed in her eyes, "Everyone, we are going to get to the point. The scene may be too bloody and brutal, and it is not suitable for people with weak psychological endurance. Do you want to avoid it?"

"What, we haven't gotten to the point yet? Luther is already dead, how can he be more cruel?" Luther's mother exclaimed.

"Harry, are you sure you are saving people?" Oliver shouted.

Harley didn't look at the two of them, only focusing on "smart Lena" who could best follow her thoughts.

"The principle of death medical treatment is actually very simple. Now Luther's soul is all garbled, and it is difficult for us to revive him using normal means.

If Luther dies, he can use the power of hell to 'format his soul' and restore his appearance settings.

Just like a vegetative state or Alzheimer's disease patient, memory loss, intelligence decline, energy depletion, and mental fluctuations are almost flattened to a straight line.

But after they die and go to heaven or hell, all their memories will be restored immediately, including their experiences when they had cerebral palsy.

It's as clear as looking at the lines in the palm of your hand.

The spirit and intelligence have also reached the peak of young adulthood and are almost in the most perfect state.

What force caused them to change so much?

God!

Heaven is the home of holy souls.

Hell is the stairway to heaven that God built for fallen man.

If Luther is always so painless, insensitive, and unable to think, it is obvious that he cannot redeem himself in the torture of hell. This is not in line with God's setting.

Therefore, anyone who sets foot in hell or heaven will be affected by the mysterious rules and restore his consciousness.

It is equivalent to restoring a virus-infected computer to factory settings, and all bugs and Trojans will be formatted.

And my method of treating Luther is based on this principle. "

Don't say "smart Lena", even Oliver understood what she meant and secretly shouted "wonderful" in his heart.

He didn't know whether Harley could succeed, but he was certain that using hell's soul-formatting skills to save people would definitely be a Kennedy seat convertible - it was a blast of imagination.

Most people would never think of it, nor would they dare to think about it.

"But Luther is dead now, what else should we do?" Lina asked doubtfully.

"I blocked his soul from the gate of hell. He was only half dead, not completely dead." Harley said.

Oliver immediately thought of a famous medical saying by "Miracle Doctor Harley": As long as the soul does not go to hell, the person is not dead and can be rescued to the maximum extent.

She did save many people who had just died.

"Now I want to send him to the gate of hell and let the rules of hell format his soul." Harley continued.

"But, can you come back after being sent to hell?" Oliver asked in surprise.

Harley looked at the two Luther girls and said, "If there is no risk at all, why should I ask the family members to sign a 'disclaimer'?"

Luther's mother was still a little hesitant.

Lena glanced at Luther's body that was cold on the "operating table". What else could they do now?

Even if the operation is half done and the unscrupulous doctor wants to forcefully accept the red envelope, the family will definitely give it.

What's more, "Miracle Doctor Harley" did tell them about the risks before and didn't ask for any red envelopes.

"Harley, Luther is left to you. No matter what the outcome is, we all owe you a debt of gratitude."

Harley nodded and asked, "Do you want to avoid it?"

"What will happen next?" Lina swallowed and asked.

Harley tilted her head and thought for a while, "Maybe, a fried ghost? With Luther's sins, the Knife Mountain Oil Pan must be indispensable."

"Fried Luther?" Oliver's eyes lit up. This dish seemed to suit his appetite, and he would definitely not leave.