Because he was suffering from porphyria, when Jiang Sheng showed his blood-sucking properties in the basement, all the experts and scholars present were shocked.

This disease is very rare and has some relationship with genetic inheritance, so there is no specific treatment not only in China, but also in the world.

Throughout the day, everyone had a heated discussion around Jiang Sheng's condition. Each person came up with a treatment based on their field, but they couldn't convince the other party, so the specific treatment was put on hold.

In the end, everyone unanimously agreed to conduct a comprehensive physical examination of Jiang Sheng first, and wait until the results of the examination came out, and then confirm the treatment plan according to the results.

For the convenience of future treatment and the continuation of research, Jiang Acai and his father and son lived in the basement of the Western-style Pavilion during the following period, and for this reason, Ye Xianguo also hired a nanny to take care of the lives of their father and son.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

During this period of time, several experts and scholars have adopted a lot of treatment methods for Jiang Sheng's condition, some for genes, and some for strengthening the independent regeneration of heme, but the effect has been minimal.

This six-year-old boy, as always, will frantically suck the blood of animals when he is sick, behaving like a blood-sucking zombie.

If he is not replenished with blood and iron-containing substances in time, Jiang Sheng's skin will begin to appear light purple, dark red blisters will continue to grow all over his body, and the whole person will begin to become restless and aggressive.

What's even more troublesome is that the psychological treatment for Jiang Sheng has also entered a bottleneck period. After a period of communication, Ye Xianguo suddenly realized that he could not apply normal psychotherapy methods to this boy.

Jiang Acai was originally deaf and mute, and did not have much knowledge and culture, although Jiang Sheng was able to speak normally, but until now, he could only barely say some scattered words to express his emotions.

Compared with the difficulty of language communication, what made Ye Xianguo feel even more helpless was Jiang Sheng's distorted heart.

After all, the six-year-old had witnessed his mother's suicide shortly after he was born. After that, his life was almost spent in the exclusion and insult of his neighbors.

Children younger than him made fun of him and teased him in every way. The adults who were older than him regarded him as a monster and did everything they could to humiliate him and ridicule him.

If there is a hell in the earthly world, then Jiang Sheng has lived in this hell since birth. His life was nothing but darkness.

The treatment lasted for almost a month, but there was no progress. Since then, some experts have given up on his treatment and have continued to devote themselves to their original research projects.

After another half a month, all the experts except Ye Xianguo gave up the treatment of Jiang Sheng.

In the institute, these experts and scholars have other tasks to do, and in their opinion, porphyria is only a small probability disease, and they cannot delay the business of their research group for the sake of this small group of people.

People have always been like this, and it is natural to sacrifice a small number of people for the benefit of the majority. Over the years, it hasn't changed.

Moreover, during this time, in order to suppress Jiang Sheng's desire to suck blood, Mrs. Ye had to go to the market almost every few days to buy a live chicken and supply it to him.

Looking at the terrifying scene of the six-year-old child sucking blood, there was only deep fear in Mrs. Ye's heart. Therefore, she suggested to her husband more than once that she should give them a large sum of money and let the two fathers and sons move out of this mansion as soon as possible.

After all, in addition to her and her husband, there are also their two young children in the mansion. As a mother, Mrs. Ye naturally worries every day that the little boy in the basement will attack the two young children the next time he gets sick.

Although his colleagues have all given up, despite his wife's resolute opposition, even though it may endanger the lives of his family.

However, Ye Xianguo was a stubborn person, and he was the only one who insisted on not being willing to give up the treatment of Jiang Sheng. After all, it was he who insisted on letting their father and son stay at that time, and it was he who patted his chest and promised that he would be able to cure Jiang Sheng.

In Ye Xianguo's eyes, he is the only hope for the father and son, if even he gives up on them, it is unimaginable that in the days to come, what the father and son will experience.

This man is still working silently, during that time, Ye Xianguo has to devote himself to the heavy work of the "indoctrination field" plan, and on the other hand, he has to take care of the treatment of Jiang Sheng, so most of the time, Ye Xianguo only stays in the research institute, and even the number of times he goes home has decreased, and the only way to communicate with his family is only to have a brief communication by phone after working every day.

If no effective treatment is available at home, then the attention is turned abroad. Ye Xianguo spent a lot of energy to contact a professor of genetics he met abroad.

After in-depth exchanges, Jiang Sheng's situation really aroused the genetics professor's strong interest. After all, porphyria is extremely rare in the world, and if this problem can be overcome, then the progress made by mankind in the field of medicine will be unprecedented.

The latter asked Ye Xianguo to pass on Jiang Sheng's detailed information to him, and after in-depth research with his medical team, and after seeking Ye Xianguo's consent, the genetics professor finally formulated an early treatment plan.

Although porphyria cannot be completely cured, it can be treated with drugs to inhibit the frequency of clinical onset, if it can improve the synthesis of heme and improve the skin mechanism, it can greatly reduce Jiang Sheng's desire to suck blood, and even let Jiang Sheng no longer have to be afraid of the sun, and can be free to bathe in the sun like a normal child.

After several days and nights of sleeplessness, Ye Xianguo finally perfected this set of data plans. If this plan can be effective, then not only Jiang Sheng, but also porphyria patients around the world can be effectively treated.

When the plan was finalized, Ye Xianguo, who was tired for three days and three nights, lay on the table and finally fell asleep deeply. It was the best sleep he'd had in months.

In the dream, Ye Xianguo saw himself on the podium, and finally picked up the coveted trophy. His colleagues and family applauded him. In the dream, he also saw that Jiang Sheng had finally returned to normal, running and playing freely in the sun like other children. In a dream。。。。。。

However, all that is just a dream after all, and the dream will wake up one day.

When he finally came to his senses, a terrible disaster crept in. . .

It was the 57th day that they took in Jiang Acai's father and son.

Just like that rainy night 57 days ago, the sky was very dark, and from time to time there were a few thunderbolts across the sky, as if it was pouring rain.

In the dark, it was as if something was about to happen.

When he woke up, Ye Xianguo's back was soaked with cold sweat. At this time, it was getting late, and the institute was empty.

Looking at the empty room, an inexplicable palpitation spread along Ye Xianguo's body. To a certain extent, people have the instinct to perceive danger and death, and at this moment, Ye Xianguo also seems to feel something.

He took a glass of water, then walked to the research room in three steps and two steps, and immediately made a phone call home.

Before the change, after five rings, the wife would come and take off the phone, and immediately began to chatter and complain about the trivial matters of life.

But this time, Ye Xianguo made a full six phone calls, but there was no response from the other end of the foreign pavilion. Neither the wife, nor the nanny, nor the two young children rushed to answer the phone!

Something is wrong, something is so wrong!

Rain.

The more Ye Xianguo thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly found a few remaining colleagues in the institute and rushed home to check the situation.

"Boom!"

With the flash of lightning, a thunderclap exploded in the sky, and then the torrential rain poured down like a waterfall.

After the group braved the heavy rain and finally rushed back to the foreign pavilion, what awaited them was a real hell.