In Chris's ward, the doctors were still worried about His Majesty's condition, and they really didn't know when His Majesty the Emperor in front of him, His Majesty the Emperor, who was lying peacefully on the bed, would wake up.

The doctor who has been measuring Chris's blood pressure has very stable data, and he is also one of the few doctors who thinks that His Majesty has no major problems: "Your Majesty's blood pressure has always been normal, and it has been more than a day...... Nothing fluctuates. ”

"His heart rate has always been neat, his body functions seem to be good, except that he didn't wake up, he is exactly the same as a normal person." The ECG is also normal, which also makes many people more confident about Chris's alleged condition.

The old doctor at the head put his hands behind his back, looked at the various materials and data on the desktop in front of him, and sighed depressedly: "The normal people I have diagnosed and treated have not been as normal as Your Majesty. He's healthy, and there's no problem with his health! ”

"There's no question why I can't wake up." Luther stood by Chris's bedside, not leaving an inch, and asked with a displeased expression.

"I don't know anything about magic, but I think this kind of dormancy may be a kind of self-protection of His Majesty's body." The old doctor made his own speculation, one that he thought was very likely.

"Self-preservation?" Luther frowned.

"That's right! Protect yourself! He was normal, he should have been attacked on another level, or had been under some excessive pressure, so he went into a coma. The old doctor nodded and replied.

While the two of them were talking, a recording pen placed next to Chris's bed fluttered slightly.

"You still haven't told me when Your Majesty will wake up!" Luther looked a little impatient,

"Maybe Your Majesty will wake up in the next second, maybe a year later." The old doctor had no choice but to answer Luther's question truthfully.

In the face of a miraculous body, medicine will always be no different from witchcraft. In the old doctor's opinion, it is possible that Chris really woke up suddenly after a few seconds, or he may not wake up for the rest of his life.

However, he didn't have the courage to say that His Majesty might not wake up in his life, so he put it mildly: a year later......

And after the so-called year, if the person has not woken up, then it will have to wait another year later.

Anyway, His Majesty Chris's medical environment is unparalleled, so even if Chris can't wake up and just stay asleep, there will be no problems. Naturally, someone will help him wipe his body every day, help him move his muscles, use the best nutrient solution, and enjoy the most comprehensive physical function test.

Even if he just keeps lying down like this, he will live happier than many people in this world, without worrying about food and clothing, without any problems.

However, these doctors may not know that this state of affairs will not last until a year later, and the "Yellow Springs Plan" has been launched and may be implemented at any time. Once this plan is carried out, then the world will be a martyr's sacrifice for Chris.

Everyone will bury Chris, and the whole world will become a coffin. Under the attack of climate change, this world may eventually become a paradise of demons, and the entire human civilization will become history.

"Let's try your majesty's blood test again, blood can intuitively reflect the changes in a person's body, there is no doubt about it." A doctor saw that Luther's face was extremely unsightly, so he spoke again and suggested.

"You'd better stop wasting your time! Wake up your majesty as soon as possible! Otherwise, you will all regret your incompetence. Luther stated a fact, but it was more like a threat.

As they spoke, the pen, which had just moved slightly, began to melt little by little. It was like a chocolate candy, slightly distorted, and the ink was oozing out and flowing along the tabletop.

"Let's take a blood test!" Eventually, the doctors came to a consensus and were ready to give Chris another blood test.

"I said......" A little nurse who saw the pen leaking stared at the pen on the table with wide eyes, and asked the people around her if they had also seen the melted and deformed fountain pen.

"Don't interrupt! Miss Nurse, you don't have the right to have an opinion! Take care of Your Majesty's blood pressure! A doctor interrupted the little nurse impatiently.

At this time, a doctor hurriedly pushed open the door of the ward, and then walked in front of several attending doctors: "No need for a blood test, I just came over at the blood room, and there is a problem with Your Majesty's blood." ”

"Something wrong with the blood? What's the problem? Is there a sure problem? Several doctors changed their faces and looked at each other anxiously.

Luther also looked nervously, hoping to hear the news about His Majesty's condition as soon as possible.

"That's for sure!" The doctor replied with a wry smile.

"Why? Tested with a spare machine? Several doctors asked as their breathing changed slightly.

The doctor held up the bottle containing Chris's blood in his hand and placed it in front of several people: "No need to check with an instrument...... Because you can see it all! ”

Under everyone's gaze, the red blood in the test tube containing Chris's blood seemed to be boiling, and what tumbled out of the red blood was a viscous liquid magical breath.

"The ......" the little girl who had been staring at the pen swallowed her saliva, and spoke again, her voice so abrupt in the quiet room that everyone looked at the nurse.

She found that everyone's attention was on her, and she stretched out her hand nervously, cautiously pointed to the table in the distance, and asked, "I wanted to ask just now...... That, that pen...... Is it normal? ”

Then all eyes were on the pen again, and everyone saw the ink that had leaked out, and they saw that the pen had now become distorted, as if it had been burned.

What's even more strange is that the table under the pen is intact, unaffected by the melting of the pen. It's as if the hot temperature of the fountain pen has nothing to do with it.

"What the hell is going on?" Luther walked over and reached out to take the pen, but in an instant he felt the scorching temperature coming from the pen: "Hell! Is this magic? ”

In the next second, the infusion tubes connected to Chris's body melted, and the nutrient solution and various drugs to maintain his physical state were dripped, making everyone in the room extremely embarrassed.

They saw the liquid floating in the air, and they saw the flames melt the velvet quilt on Chris's body. They saw the flames wrap around Chris's body, scorching the metal headboard red, but not hurting Chris's skin in the slightest.

The lights began to flicker restlessly, and all the equipment in the room began to become abnormal. Eventually, the overhead lights finally burst overhead, causing everyone to scream.

Outside the door, the guards who heard the voices inside the house, as well as Vagrondecel and others, broke into the door, and then saw these terrible scenes that looked like supernatural phenomena. They were all stunned at the door, and they forgot to even ask why they were shouting.

They saw Chris's body hanging in the air on the bed, and the whole person seemed to float there like a magician, floating so terrifyingly without any external force, showing that he was different.

While everyone was too scared to know what to do, the nutrient solution and glucose droplets suspended in the air fell and fell to the ground, splashing everyone's trouser legs.

The flames that had wrapped around Chris's body were extinguished, and the worst of the pens were imprinted on the tabletop, scorching the surrounding wooden tabletop to black.

Immediately after, Chris opened his eyes, and the whole person also lost the power to float in the air, and suddenly stood up and stood on the bed. He stretched and looked at the frightened Luther and the others: "What the hell is going on?" The world war is being fought here? ”

He originally wanted to be humorous, but when he saw that the people in the room were looking at him stunned, he could only cough embarrassedly, hide his mouth and ask, "That, these things are ...... I smashed it? ”

In fact, he was quite embarrassed, after all, it was really embarrassing to make such a mess in a room, and it was in such a mess without his own consciousness, and in front of so many people.

So he wanted to save a little bit of his image, so he explained: "Actually, I didn't know anything just now, so ...... I don't know why there was such a big commotion...... You guys...... What are you all here for? ”

He stood on the bed, looking down at the doorway and all the people in the room, and asked, "I'm embarrassed that you look at me like that!" Luther! Luther! What the hell is going on? Is there something on my face? ”

At this point, he looked down at himself, trying to find the difference in himself, and then he saw his naked body, standing on the bed stupidly without any cover.

"That, Your Majesty...... I still have something. Wagron coughed and lifted his foot to exit the room. Desel also turned around embarrassedly, wanting to leave this awkward place.

The little nurse looked at Chris, lowered her head with a red face, and swept the corner of her eye to Chris's body from time to time......

"......" Chris felt that he had lost all the people he could as an emperor, so he jumped off the hospital bed very calmly, and stretched out his hand to Luther as if no one was around: "Where's my pants?" Why don't you rush and get it? ”