Why is the waste prince like that?

The daring lunatic, after a simple experiment, without thinking too much, directly compressed the unknown energy into a one-time weapon, and practiced it on the way back to the thorn in his eyes.

But in fact, the source of Fei Rui's power is not evil, but when any huge power is greatly compressed into a single ammunition, the destructive power burst out after the explosion is huge.

The destruction was caused by the explosion, but the unknown force was harmless and innocent, without the original traction, it could only cower timidly in the victim's body.

He was going to school in a month, and the matter of saving Sammy had to be done quickly.

He spent a lot of time in the library, reached out to the medical industry that he had never been involved in, and also found the female team leader of the medical family he knew before, and borrowed a little bit of the relationship between the girl and the question through her parents. Several professors.

It's not that he didn't think about telling the people in the Prince's Mansion, but he couldn't tell the truth without evidence, and he would have to take a huge risk to both him and Sami.

It is a tragedy and an unsolved mystery to be reduced from a human to a beast. Isn't it shocking to return from a beast to a human?

Feirui's power may be as miraculous as some kind of elf fairy, but after all, it is a kitten who has not experienced much in the world, and is full of childish ignorance about everything. It would be too unreliable to ask it to dominate.

Lancer knew that he was a half-assed person, so he could only find as close a case as possible, and with the help of a medical expert, he also came up with a very plausible plan.

Just because it looks like it doesn't mean it's the same thing, and his anxiety was also passed on to the professor.

Although he didn't understand what the child was anxious about, he still gave his own comfort: "The more you delve into it, the easier it is for you to find that your vision is narrow, facing unknown and incomprehensible things, people like us, It is also difficult to restrain the fear. This is not something to be ashamed of. This is how human beings have come step by step. As long as you are cautious, calm, sober, fully prepared, and do your best, it will be fine. "

Lancer thanked him, hung up the communication, called out his plan and read it again, and let out a long breath.

Tonight, let's get started.

Contemporary medical research on mysterious power is rare, most of them are precise and careful, and there are few specious and mysterious descriptions. However, Lancer dug out an ancient book from the library, and there are some healing methods on it, which are quite mysterious.

Inject power into several important places around Sami, so as to guide his body scattered by the explosion to fuse with each other, achieving the effect of normal operation in the body.

So Lancer, who was not sleepy, got up in the middle of the night and massaged Sammy who was spread out into big cat cakes.

Yes, a massage, otherwise how would he explain his abnormal behavior of pressing his hand on the big cat's fur belly in the middle of the night for no reason.

Even when no one is watching.

He wrote five or six pages of his treatment plan at the beginning, deleted and deleted, and finished the practice in the last night.

During the period, Sami opened his eyes, and was not angry when he saw humans rubbing his fur belly sleepily. He was just a little puzzled, puzzled, and then slowly closed his eyes, allowing humans to knead his belly fur claws.

The big cat weighed heavily, without Sammy's active cooperation, Lancer struggled all night, and finally fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion.

The next day he woke up from the pain. When he opened his eyes, he was already on the floor, and there was a sharp pain in his waist.

The bed of excellent quality vibrated in front of his eyes, and the movement was frighteningly loud.

But he didn't care about these details, and immediately got up and climbed onto the bed and leaned over to check on Sami's situation.

Very bad, Sammy bit the quilt, the sharp claws popped out, and dug deep into the mattress, the big muscles bulged and tensed, the hind legs twitched and kicked constantly, the whole tiger seemed to be taken from It looked like it was fished out of the water, the hair was wet and greasy, and there was a little mournful sound in the throat.

It buried its face, it seemed to be very, very painful, but it didn't dare to vent, so it tried its best to endure.

Lancer wanted to touch it, but he was afraid of affecting its body, so after hesitating for a long time, he tentatively touched the back of Sammy's head.

Hot and soggy.

He frantically called Fei Rui in his mind.

error?Didn't it work?How is Sammy?

Fei Rui also answered nervously.

No, it works normally inside the body...

Before he could ask a few more questions, the door slammed open.

He looked back and saw Mr. Butler hurried in with a group of people. Those people in white clothes were well-trained and quick-moving, and quickly took Sami away.

He knelt down on the bed in a daze, and looked back at the open door in a daze.

The butler at the side stared at him, and it took him a long time to inform: "We detected that His Highness's heart rhythm is abnormal, so we took the liberty to barge in. I hope you don't blame him."

Lancer opened his mouth, but in the end he just replied very palely: "It's okay..."

His Highness, who was carried into the emergency room, lost his previous restraint. If it weren't for the strong three-layer shackles, the lives of the medical staff present would be in danger.

After a shot of sedative, His Highness stopped struggling, but the muscles in his body were still trembling.

Si Han took a deep breath, ordered things to go on, and then turned his face to the steward aside: "What's going on? Why did His Highness's situation become so unstable?"

The steward stared at His Highness's trembling hind leg, was silent for a while, and then replied: "The reason is not clear yet."

The advanced medical warehouse for emergency use will quickly spit out the results.

"I don't know?" Si Han was almost a little angry. She took out the report, glanced at it casually, and immediately filled her throat with anger.

She read it line by line, and finally handed the report to the butler with an indescribable mood.

a bunch of data.

"His Highness's condition...has not deteriorated," she explained the results to the housekeeper who couldn't understand the report, "From the statistics..."

She was a little puzzled, but her eyes were shining brightly: "He is recovering, and his abnormality is essentially the intense pain caused by the skeletal muscles trying to change."

These words made the eyes of everyone present brighten up.

"It's amazing..." The petite black-haired woman gathered her shawl, as if she wanted to warm her slightly shivering body. She stared intently at the rapidly refreshing data on the display screen, emphasizing in an excited tone , "It's just... as if the gods are reshaping his body!"

But she quickly regained her professionalism, and solemnly told the butler: "Even the reshaping of the gods requires a little help from tiny humans. My level is only good enough for consultation. We need to seek some real expert help. In fact, sometimes death doesn't just come from a pre-existing condition."

The butler blinked, and then wiped the corners of his eyes with a glasses cloth. This was already a rare gaffe in his life.

"I think the kid needs to know too."

Si Han raised it sympathetically.

"Your Highness doesn't have any trauma on his body, not even a pinprick, it wasn't his hands or feet."

"Your Highness is much calmer in his room, isn't he? I see his expression is very pitiful. This incident may have frightened him."

The butler recalled it for a while, dialed out the communication, and relayed Si Han's request one by one to another servant, Mosona, and then saw a young man who seemed to have been wandering for a long time in the corridor he must pass through.

He paused, showing a warm smile, then strode forward and asked, "Are you here to visit His Highness?"

The young man seemed to be confused by his attitude, his eyelashes drooped, and he replied a bit stammeringly: "Ah...um."

The butler's expression softened slightly, and his voice lowered: "Your Highness is fine..."

He paused, and then continued meaningfully: "...Actually, His Highness is getting better."

"Mrs. Sihan thinks it's a miracle. I think maybe it's really the help of the gods. Haha, I'm so excited, and my chattering is annoying. Come with me. Your Highness must be looking forward to your arrival." coming."

In fact, he came to apologize. Anyway, he treated Sami rashly and arrogantly, and he was entangled in advance. He pretended to be the savior, but he didn't know anything about it. He hurt Sami for nothing. life.

He thought about the fresh and good Sammy who always treated him like that, thinking about Sammy restraining himself from hurting him, thinking about Sammy's muscles trembling with pain, his heart was in a ball.

For the first time, I felt so mean, bad, and ungrateful.

He wandered in the corridor thinking, wanted to confess, but was afraid of losing, and if he didn't confess, he had to face the bloody loss even more.

He seems to be struggling all the time, because he has too little, so he wants to grab everything, but he ignores that his ability is too poor, and he is not qualified to think too much.

He was so dazed that he actually used that kind of cold-blooded thinking to think that Sammy's liking is very valuable, and His Highness's life will be even more valuable. Even if he can't be cured, there will be no trace of him left. It's a no-loss deal.

He weighed the weight of Sami in his heart so seriously, picking it like picking meat, because it didn't belong to him, he knew it for a short time, and there were various reasons.

But now, sitting beside Sammy's bed, he lowered his face for his own despicability. He wanted to touch that stiff furry palm, but the blood from the girdle stung his eyes. He also has no face to touch the victim.

There should be no reaction, but the spread out pink flesh pad seemed to just twitch unconsciously, so the soft flesh pad bounced up slightly, and gently rubbed against Lancer's fingertips.

From his lower eyelashes, a crystal teardrop fell.