This old man's illness should be cured.

The Holy Journal is not the kind of third-rate tabloid, and the headlines of each issue of the newspaper must be published after the most professional review, so this old man will definitely not pretend to be paralyzed for 11 years, and he will definitely not use some kind of props hidden in his clothes to support him.

The potion did get him back on his feet.

But his hands were too tight, his shoulders were too stiff, and instead of completely weighing the weight of his body on the nurse who was supporting him, his atrophied muscles were dodging, and the light through the clouds illuminated his eyes, but it also made the armrest of the cane show a brightness that did not belong to it.

That's sweat

The old man's palms are sweating, his teeth are clenching, there are a few strands of white hair on his sideburns that are still wet, his beard has just been groomed, but the pores are still shiny, under the camera, the pixels will make this luster less conspicuous, so in reality, the old man is definitely just soaked with sweat, but before taking pictures, he was wiped dry.

Sherlock was sure that the old man was in pain!

He was in great pain all over his body.

The drug was supposed to cure the disease, but it obviously had terrible side effects, in other words, the drug was a half-finished product, and the experiment was only showing its best results on the surface, and then it was immediately tested by a group of poor volunteers, and the hidden dangers were probably even more terrible than its effects.

"When will we finish our finishing work soon?" Sherlock asked.

"Huh?" Old Professor George was stunned for a moment.

Of course, he couldn't see much in a single photograph, so he didn't know why Sherlock would ask such a question.

"About ten days." He thought for a moment and said.

"Contact the reporter or editor of the newspaper today."

"Contact the Holy Journal?!" Old Professor George was slightly puzzled, but suddenly, as if he had realized something, he glared at Sherlock with even more shocked gaze.

"You continue to put the finishing touches on the experiment, don't worry about other things, although our experiment is not yet complete, if you just want to give the world a little shock, there is no problem."

He said in an extremely calm tone: "After all, if I just show the results of the experiment to the world, I am enough."

In a simple and solemn building in the ancient Roman city, the breeze is warm, and the hollow design allows the cool wind to blow into the hall, but it also brings some fine sand in the wind.

"His Excellency Augustine has been ill for several years and is unable to attend this meeting, but I, as the dean of the Imperial Medical School and the exclusive physician of His Highness, should be able to speak on his behalf." A kind old man sat at the quaint wooden long table and gently apologized to the few people at the table.

"Your Majesty's body is naturally the top priority." The person who said this was a member of the Council of Elders of the Empire, and the temperature in the ancient Roman city of law in December was generally around 20 degrees, but he was still wearing the thickest beige robe, wrapping his body tightly: "I'm just a little concerned, is this new drug being developed too quickly, and it is not in the name of the Academy of Life Sciences, but in the name of the developer's personal laboratory, can the effect really be guaranteed?" ”

The Imperial Council of Elders has been inherited for nearly three hundred years, and these old elders will sit on the throne for almost every term until they die of old age, and then the next elder will be elected to power by the collective, who will never marry or have children, and will be worshiped by the top nobles of the empire, but have no actual power.

But no one dared to despise them, because the votes in the hands of these old and immortal fellows could, to some extent, decide who was in charge of the imperial government.

"Elder Myers, please rest assured, every report of the Holy Journal must follow the most truthful and credible principle, the veteran was indeed paralyzed in bed 11 years ago because of a head trauma, which is easy to confirm, but we still deliberately checked the list of wounded transported that year, as well as the hospital's nursing records, and now, the veteran can really stand up, just because the time is still short, and he still needs support, but the staff of the drug research laboratory claim that as long as it takes another month, He will regain the ability to walk independently. ”

The person who spoke was the editor-in-chief of the "Holy Journal", as the most subscribed media organization in the entire empire, the words spoken by its editor-in-chief naturally had great credibility, and the paralyzed veteran did stand up, and many people sent by the organization had also seen this scene, so naturally they could not fake it.

Elder Miles was silent, he was silent for a long time, and even those present didn't know if he was thinking or asleep, but after a few minutes, he finally nodded as if he had woken up from sleep.

As an elderly elder, he should not understand medicine, let alone the problems of drug research and development, he just adheres to the original intention of making the empire better, thinking that if there is really one medicine that can cure all diseases, then it is definitely not a bad thing.

Of course, he nodded, it didn't mean that he agreed to the research and development, production and use of this drug, in fact, he couldn't agree to anything, as I said just now, the members of the Council of Elders don't have any rights, they only have the vote to determine who is the next emperor, and his nod just now just means that he knows about it.

But in fact, as long as the elders know about this matter, then this matter will have great significance.

At the table, the dean of the Imperial Medical School seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but he hid the change in his expression with a smile.

But at this moment. Suddenly, a staff member in a suit hurriedly ran over, he was the secretary of the editor-in-chief of the Holy Journal, and knew that his boss was having an important conversation at this time, so he would not be able to come and disturb him unless it was something of special importance.

The editor-in-chief saw his secretary panting, his eyes swept over the people in the room, and when he saw that everyone was relaxed, he let the person in.

The secretary immediately walked into the hall and whispered a few words into his ear.

During this process, the editor-in-chief's body remained motionless, as if frozen, but his eyes widened more and more, until he reached the limit, and his mouth gradually began to open slightly.

It wasn't until a minute later that his secretary bowed respectfully to the people at the table and walked out of the hall.

The rest of the people frowned, their expressions a little curious.

"Is there anything important?" The dean of the medical school asked tentatively.

The editor-in-chief of the newspaper exhaled deeply, looked at everyone in the room, and seemed to still not believe what he had just heard, but he finally spoke:

"Just now I received a phone call from the general newspaper of the Holy Journal, and the caller was named George. Romanes, former dean of the School of Life Sciences, is the former director of the College of Life Sciences. Students in Darwin.

He said

The Wild Demon Pact experiment has been improved and is now openly invited to participate in the presentation of the results by military advisers, representatives of major media outlets, representatives of the financial corps, and official government officials.

In short, he had just called the headquarters of the newspaper to ask if this statement could occupy the headlines of tomorrow's newspaper."

(End of chapter)