Man in the old days, Lord of the Seven Sins

Chapter 70 What I Need Is Tolerance

"This is?"

"Aesop, glass."

Rhodes cut through the black ball, revealing a group of squirming tiny creatures in the black ball, which looked a bit like asphalt, without a specific shape, and kept changing shapes in Margaret's singing.

The black leather gloves pinched the tiny creature, and Rhodes put it into the glass handed by Aesop.

"Margaret, stop for a second."

"Ah."

Margaret stopped chanting.

The tiny black creature in the glass also stopped changing, and its body was becoming stiff.

Rhodes squinted and looked at Little Finch's cheek after the black ball was taken out.

In the area below the earlobe, a large piece of dry and corroded black muscle was exposed at this moment.

Rhodes began to remove these muscles until the bright red muscles were exposed.

"cloth."

Margaret handed over a clean cloth.

Rhodes wrung it in cold boiled water with a small amount of salt, wiped the cheek muscle area clean, rinsed it at the same time, wiped it off with a dry cloth, and applied a layer of medicine.

Wrap in gauze.

Take care of little Finch.

Rhodes looked at old Finch.

This person has just fully recovered his human form.

The state is not bad at the moment.

"Margaret, continue to chant."

"Ah."

Margaret picked up the notebook and began to recite the ancient text recorded on the black ball in the belly of old Finch in the notebook.

Along with Margaret's chanting, the black ball in Old Finch's abdomen suddenly changed.

The wriggling black matter burst out of the ball at this moment.

A large amount of squirming sticky liquid tried to infect and wrap the old Finch's body.

"Aesop, get it under control."

Rhodes squinted.

Aesop's black tentacles followed and controlled the black matter that was about to resist within a fixed area in an instant.

Rhodes narrowed his eyes, and the scalpel struck the outer area of ​​the black ball.

The moment it was pierced, black lumps of flesh gushed out.

Obviously, old Finch's condition is much worse than little Finch's.

His infection level is much higher.

The scalpel kept cutting.

Rhodes cut off a whole piece of flesh in the surrounding area together with the black matter, not even a trace of blood flowed.

"Margaret, stop."

"Ah."

Margaret stopped chanting, and looked curiously at the whole piece of black substance that gradually became stiff.

Rhodes put a whole piece of carrion wrapped in black substance into another glass, and began to wash the outer area of ​​old Finch's abdominal cavity with homemade saline.

Fortunately, these substances did not infect the deeper abdominal cavity, otherwise it would not be such a simple cutting and removal state.

After cleaning up the impurities, Rhodes irrigated it with physiological saline, applied medicine, and wrapped it with gauze.

"Okay, the rest depends on their own recovery speed."

Rhodes cleaned up the dirt on the leather gloves, and at the same time, steam was continuously sprayed from the bird's beak mask to clean up the black mucus splashed on the mask.

"Thanks a lot."

Rhodes looked at Margaret.

"No, I just did some little things."

Witnessing an extraordinary operation, Margaret was full of admiration for Rhodes at this moment.

A person as dazzling as him can shine everywhere.

You also need to work harder.

For the revival of the family, gather the manpower as soon as possible.

"Aesop, check their status, and I will leave the follow-up to you."

"Follow your orders, great master."

Aesop was currently immersed in absorbing the ghoul toxin filtered out of the blood of Little Finch and Old Finch, which was as attractive to him as jelly beans.

Although the amount is not much, it can satisfy your hunger after all.

"Well, these black substances may be the key to finding a doctor."

Rhodes took two glasses, walked aside, and put them on another table.

"Margaret, I need your cooperation."

"Ok."

Old calendar April 1588, 4, late at night.

In the southeast area of ​​the small town of Harlow, near a remote clinic in the suburbs, the kerosene lamp hanging on the wall at the door emits a dim light.

An elderly man in a black overcoat hunched over and walked out of the darkness.

"knocking"

The old man knocked on the door of the clinic.

A handsome young man in a white shirt with gold-rimmed unilateral glasses opened the door.

"Mayor, are you still feeling unwell tonight?" There was a gentle smile on the handsome young man's face.

"Doctor Herbert, someone came to the town tonight, and they went to old Finch's house." The mayor looked around in the darkness, and finally whispered to the young man.

"Huh? Little Finch's fever hasn't subsided yet?" The young man who was called Herbert by the mayor still had a smile on his face, and the expression on his face didn't change in any way because of the mayor's words.

"I mean, if someone came to old Finch's house, you, don't you have any worries?" The mayor showed a trace of struggle on his face, and he tried to say something.

"Worry? There's nothing to worry about. I'm just a doctor. All I want to do is to bring you a world without pain." Herbert waved his hands and shrugged. "Besides, are we going to keep people from going to old Finch's?"

"But...but what you have done, won't there be any bad effects? Maybe, they are here to arrest you." The mayor obviously knew something, and he tried to persuade Herbert.

"You also know that everything I do is for your benefit, and they don't know that everything I do is for the people. As long as they know what I do, I believe they will Agree with me, as do you and the townspeople of Harlow."

Herbert was still smiling, and his kind words, words full of tolerance, kindness and love, soothed the mayor's inner worries.

"The townspeople of Harlow Town support you. Don't worry, we will eliminate all those who are against you."

The mayor expressed his determination by shaking Herbert's hand.

"No, Ryder, what I need is tolerance. Don't embarrass them. They will understand us. Everything we do is to eliminate all diseases and pain in this world."

Herbert shook his head, his squinted eyes gradually opened, with a pair of light blue pupils, calmly looking at the darkness in the distance.

"Light will eventually dispel darkness."

"Only when everyone agrees with me can my experiment continue. What I need is not to hide here secretly, like a rat in the sewer. My teacher once taught me that as a doctor, We should be responsible for every patient, and you are all my patients."

"Look, like these townspeople who need treatment, they are now getting rid of illness and disease, and they will return to happiness and beauty."

Herbert stepped aside so that Ryder could see inside the clinic.

In dim light.

The four townspeople, whose whole bodies were wrapped in black matter except for their heads, were sleeping peacefully.

Behind each of them is connected a dark conduit, and the roots of the conduits are all connected to a huge container filled with dark green mucus.

Below the entire container, a larger conduit leads directly to the ground.

As for what exists underground, Ryder is also very curious.

"Human beings, after getting rid of the troubles of diseases, will eventually gain immortality. Although my senior brother took the first half of the manuscript, the content of the second half is actually more suitable for the study of immortality."

Herbert's remarks about immortality were the reason Ryder supported his research.

As a person who has been tortured by illness for 20 years, when the illness is completely away from him, he has completely become a fanatical supporter of Herbert.

"I will contact those people and hope they can become your supporters."

Ryder's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Herbert narrowed his eyes, chuckled and shook his head.

(End of this chapter)