Laboratory, main laboratory.
Lying on the ground, Richard slowly opened his eyes. He could feel that his physical condition was improving and his strength was slowly recovering. He took a long breath and sat up.
Pandora was still watching, her eyes wide open.
Richard glanced at Pandora, forced a smile on his face, and tried to comfort her: "I'm fine, it was just an accident. You don't have to..."
In the middle of his words, Richard's voice stopped abruptly.
Pandora blinked.
Richard frowned. At this moment, he suddenly felt that the state of his body had changed again. The most obvious thing was...
Reaching out to touch his throat, Richard could clearly feel that the edema in the relaxed area of the laryngeal mucosa was rapidly increasing.
Richard tried to breathe, and a "hissing" sound came from deep in his throat. He could clearly feel that both inhalation and exhaustion were suppressed, making it difficult to breathe.
The edema in the loose part of the laryngeal mucosa continues to increase, and after a while, the entire trachea is blocked.
Richard tried his best to inhale, but the oxygen could not be absorbed into his lungs at all. At this moment, his body and the outside world seemed to become two different worlds.
Severe laryngeal obstruction sign!
Richard's eyebrows rose at the same time, realizing the seriousness of the problem.
Richard didn't know how this "severe laryngeal obstruction syndrome" occurred, because there are many triggering mechanisms: allergies, infections, trauma, and systemic diseases.
But no matter what, it must be dealt with, and it must be dealt with quickly.
Because this is a symptom that is enough to suffocate and kill.
Richard stood up with his hands on the ground and walked to the side, while Pandora watched nervously.
"Dong dong dong!"
The remaining oxygen in the body is getting less and less, and the heart beats faster, as if it has a premonition of a death crisis and is making a final struggle, which obviously consumes more oxygen.
Richard was swaying as he walked, his face turning purple due to congestion, and bloodshot eyes exposed.
"Da da da… "
Pandora ran over and didn't know how to help Richard, but she still tried to hold him.
With Pandora's support, Richard trudged to a table in the laboratory. At this time, his brain was already dizzy due to lack of oxygen.
Richard gritted his teeth, reached out to open a wooden box on the table, took out a sterile scalpel from it, and placed it across his neck. The other hand falls on the uppermost part of the trachea and moves downward slowly, counting as it moves.
"one two three… "
After a while, Richard's hand stopped at the third cartilage ring of the organ and pressed lightly. Due to suffocation, Richard's vision began to turn black, but the hand holding the sterile scalpel remained steady, sliding to the area where his fingers were pressing, and cutting without hesitation.
Cut the throat!
"puff!"
The scalpel cuts in and blood oozes out. At the same time, a large amount of air flows into the lungs along the incised trachea.
"breathe-"
Richard took a deep breath, stood firm, and his expression returned to normal.
Death from suffocation? nonexistent! The trachea has been cut open and goes straight to the lungs, how can he still suffocate? After all, breathing is not dependent on the mouth and nose, but the lungs.
Of course, this method of cutting the throat is considered a dangerous treatment method. After all, the throat contains the most important blood vessels of the human body—the carotid aorta, internal jugular vein, and external jugular vein. Once the operation is not performed properly or the wrong part is cut, resulting in massive blood loss, even the gods cannot save it. And if the blood vessels and organs are cut at the same time, allowing the blood to flow into the trachea, filling the lungs with blood, and drowning to death, it will be even more painful - in fact, this is the way most people die after their throats are cut.
Thinking about this, Richard did not stop after cutting his throat, but quickly carried out subsequent treatments.
Take out the quill tube and insert it into the leather tube. After disinfecting everything, insert it along the wound made on the trachea.
After reaching in, pull out the hard quill tube and pull out the large amount of mucus secreted by the throat due to edema.
After the mucus was removed, the leather tube continued to be inserted into the neck to prevent the wound from closing, and was simply fixed with a rope. Richard maintained this "intubation" state and carried out other treatment methods as if nothing had happened.
He took out the syringe, inhaled various liquids, and injected them into the body intravenously in order. Feeling the constant changes in his body, Richard adjusted the type and dosage of the medicine.
Finally, Richard injected numerous medicines into his body and watched the bright red life medicine disappear into his blood vessels. He threw away the syringe, lay down on the floor of the laboratory, and began to wait quietly.
He had done all the treatments he could, and the rest depended on the body's reaction. If it was really the worst outcome, there was nothing he could do.
Closing his eyes, Richard remained motionless.
Pandora watched on the side for a long time, and finally slowly approached Richard and lay down next to him, also motionless. She didn't know what to do to help Richard, but at least she could choose to wait by his side.
Well, wait.
"breathe-"
"Hiss-hiss-"
Pandora's breathing merged with Richard's slightly noisy throat breathing, making the night extremely quiet...
…
The night is extremely quiet, like a sleeping baby, and like the last aftertaste of darkness before dawn.
The street where Frank's Tavern is located has been turned into ruins.
The houses on both sides of the street were completely turned into rubble, with rubble and broken walls occupying the entire field of vision.
Macbeth and Armstrong sat in the corner of the ruins, looking up at the sky.
There were silhouettes flying towards each other in the sky, quickly landing on the ruined streets, looking at the two people with surprise - they were both wizards who came after noticing the huge noise from the White Stone Tower.
One wizard, two wizards, three wizards…
When the sixth wizard arrived, Macbeth's eyebrows moved. The five wizards who came before looked at the newcomer with some surprise, and then bowed their heads slightly to show respect.
The sixth wizard was suddenly a woman—a beautiful woman with a curvy front and back. Her appearance was very similar to Modesty, the wizard who registered students at the White Stone Tower, but she was not Modesty.
The other party's name was Mephiles, Modesty's sister, and a high-ranking figure in the White Stone Tower. She and her sister Modesty were almost at opposite ends of the spectrum - Modesty was moody, while she was as cold as ice.
At this time, Mephiles looked at Macbeth and Armstrong with a cold face and asked: "What's going on?"
"Mephilis..." Macbeth was about to say a few words of courtesy, but was interrupted by Mephiles waving his hand.
"Stop talking nonsense and tell me what's going on?"
"Uh, okay..." Macbeth said helplessly, "Actually, it's very simple. Someone appeared in the search area of Armstrong and I. We suspected that she might be the person who had frequently disrupted the order of White Rock City before, so we started fighting with her, and then she changed. It's like this now." Macbeth spoke, pointing to the ruins around him.
Mephiles glanced at him and asked, "Where is the other person?"
"Run away," Macbeth said calmly.
"Run away?" Mephiles frowned, "You two just let her run away? Trash!"