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"All cleaned up!"
Shi Shi stopped what she was doing, crossed her arms triumphantly, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the patient in the medical pod; they witnessed a miracle.
There were no longer any signs of further decay on the patient's body, and the previously rotting flesh had been dissolved by Shi Shi.
The patient even opened his eyes, looking extremely weak, and smiled at Shi Shi.
It seems that Shi Shi's treatment this time has addressed both the symptoms and the root cause.
The doctor's face showed disbelief. He strode towards the medical pod, wanting to observe the patient's changes up close.
But just as he was about to touch the medical pod, a sudden change occurred.
The patient's body began to age rapidly, his skin became dry, the light in his eyes dimmed quickly, and he seemed to have all his vitality drained away by the hourglass of time.
"save"
The patient hadn't yet spoken.
To everyone's astonishment, the patient's vital signs suddenly dropped, and he soon "died of old age."
The doctor stood frozen in place, his hand still hanging in mid-air, at a loss for what to do.
Jiang Xiao and the others were also shocked; they had not expected such a situation to occur.
Shi Shi looked confused. She didn't understand why the patient was still like this even though she had already cleared away the virus and insects.
"What's going on?"
Shi Shi's voice carried a hint of helplessness; she felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.
Jiang Xiao was silent for a moment, then slowly said.
"It seems that we underestimated the power of this virus. It may have powers that we do not know about, and may even continue to function after the host dies."
The doctor's expression turned unusually serious; he knew what this meant.
The horror of this virus far exceeded their imagination; it could not only rapidly erode life, but could even exert a deadly force in the last moments of life.
simply put.
Wang Dayong and Niu Jieshi exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with worry.
How should we fight against such an enemy?
A thoughtful look flashed across the doctor's eyes; he seemed to have already made up his mind.
He turned around and spoke to Jiang Xiao and Shi Shi, who looked panicked.
"You all go back and rest first. I'll handle the situation here."
Jiang Xiao wanted to say something, but seeing the doctor's determined look, he finally nodded and gestured for Shi Shi to leave with him.
Shi Shi was still confused, but Jiang Xiao had already picked her up, so she had no choice but to leave the laboratory for the time being.
The doctor watched them leave, then turned and walked towards the quarantine area.
There were other patients there, whose conditions were equally serious, but the doctor knew that if his guess was correct, these patients might be able to give him the answers he needed.
He walked up to a patient and carefully observed the effects of the virus on his body.
The doctor's gaze lingered through the observation window, meticulously examining every detail of the patient's condition.
Her fingers tapped lightly on the glass, as if she were calculating something.
After a while, the doctor turned around and picked up a brand new experimental protocol; he was about to begin a new experiment.
This time, he didn't let the students do it themselves, but operated the equipment himself to ensure that every step was under his control.
The experiment began, and the doctor was very careful, constantly adjusting the instruments and accurately recording the data.
He seems to be trying different methods to stimulate the virus and see how it reacts.
Time passed second by second, and the doctor's brows furrowed more and more, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Finally, after a stimulus, he seemed to observe a key response.
The doctor hurriedly recorded all the data and then began to analyze it in comparison with the previous experimental results.
His expression changed from focused to surprised, and then from surprised to excited.
The doctor seems to have found a weakness in the virus that had not been noticed in previous experiments.
The doctor immediately devised a new experimental plan to verify his hypothesis.
He readjusted the equipment and then began a new round of experiments.
This time, he no longer simply stimulated the viruses, but interfered with them under specific conditions with special frequencies and intensities.
He wanted to see if the virus could retain its original lethality under such interference.
The experiment lasted for several hours, and the doctor never left the laboratory.
When the last set of data appeared on the screen, the doctor smiled with satisfaction.
He succeeded; his conjecture was proven correct.
but
The doctor shook his head, but why did his head feel so dizzy?
Only then did he realize that he had been working non-stop at the control panel for a whole day and night without realizing it.
"Go take a shower first, then call Jiang Shen and the others back."
By this time, Jiang Xiao and the others had already taken a nap and had been called over by the historians.
Unexpected.
The number of these old men seems to have increased.
Moreover, the books they study are no longer limited to history and mythology. How come there are still people studying advanced mathematics?
One of the old men, his face flushed with excitement, pulled Jiang Xiao to the front and said excitedly.
"They didn't disappear, they didn't disappear, Demon Child, they didn't disappear!"
"What do you mean by disappearing or not disappearing?"
"Books, those vanished books! Actually, they haven't vanished!"
Chapter 567 The Vanished History
That's what I said.
Isn't it just as incomprehensible as someone who's already full being starving?
"No, listen to me, those books didn't just disappear into thin air, but..."
The old man swallowed hard, his eyes shining as he spoke.
"Instead, aging has disappeared."
Does aging disappear?
The old man pointed to some inconspicuous gray powder on the table and said.
"These are the books that have disappeared!"
"Uh"
Jiang Xiao rubbed his hand and smelled it. Hmm, there was no smell of smoke, so it was definitely not cigarette ash.
Wang Dayong picked up a book and flipped through it, asking a question in confusion.
"That doesn't make sense. How could perfectly good books look old? Weren't these books delivered together? Why do the other books look perfectly fine?"
"This is the horrifying truth we've just discovered."
Cold sweat began to trickle down the old man's forehead.
The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued speaking in a slightly trembling voice.
"These old books, without exception, are all related to 'gods' and 'history'."
"After comparison, we found that any book that contains this kind of content, no matter how well it is preserved, will quickly age and turn to ashes in a short period of time."
Jiang Xiao frowned even more deeply, sensing that some unspeakable secret was hidden behind this.
Is it God again?
But God has already sent down the plague.
Ok.
Even if God destroyed books about "God", Jiang Xiao could understand.
But why would God target history books?
Is my brain swollen with fluid from my pelvic cavity?
"You mean, what forces are interfering with our understanding of history?"
The old man nodded, a flicker of fear in his eyes.