MTL - Becoming An Ancient God From Blood Therapy-Chapter 8 Go straight to the point

Hearing this news, Daryl first felt that the young man was crazy.

"Blood therapy? This can't be done! This is a technology that is banned by the empire and the church! It has no scientific basis and is illegal! You will only make more people die!" Darryl stood up suddenly, righteous Loudly speaking.

There have been two large-scale plagues caused by blood therapy in history, and now everyone is afraid of it.

Ross leaned on the back, looking at the excited Darryl and said casually: "There is no scientific basis, it is because people's barren thinking is not strong enough, the blood therapy that I have improved can not only save their lives, but also make them Be strong enough."

"Darryl, are you willing to help me?"

Darryl replied directly: "It's impossible! Not to mention me, the eight city councillors will not agree."

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse, I think you should listen to my plan first." Ross said with a smile.

Daryl immediately refused: "No! Mayor, you better pay attention to your words and actions, or I will use the power of the committee to dismiss you!"

After speaking, he turned around and left.

Looking at Darryl who was leaving, Ross suddenly asked, "How is your daughter lately? Her eyes seem to be out of sight, right?"

"Poor Tracy, she's so beautiful and young." Ross looked regretful.

Darryl's body froze for a moment, he turned his head to stare at Ross, gritted his teeth and said, "If you dare to touch my daughter, I will definitely kill you!"

After speaking, he slammed the door and left.

After Darryl left, Ross put his hands behind his head and sighed, "Sure enough, it's hard to tame a servant if you don't have enough prestige."

"Well, it's time to let my blood therapy go into action!"

After that, Ross didn't stay here any longer, he just went out and left.

While Daryl and the eight city councillors were still discussing how to deal with this crazy guy, Ross was already humming a ditty and came to 487 Peabody Avenue, in front of the Imperial Mail Building.

This huge five-story building is the largest postal processing center in Arkham, and the only serious institution that can deliver mail outside the town.

Of course, Ross came here not to deliver letters, but a high-end apartment behind the postal building, the postal apartment.

Room 305, Building 2, is Darryl's home.

Darryl is a full-time municipal manager with an annual salary of 8,000 Rosa coins, which is a senior income in the entire Arkham.

His wife, Laila Klocum, is a full-time housewife, and his daughter Tracy, who is sixteen years old this year, is blind due to illness.

The daughter's illness has added a lot of haze to this wealthy family. When Laila became a follower of Ross, it was because Ross promised to heal her daughter's eyes.

Following the clean and tidy stairs to the door of 305, Ross adjusted his expression and rang the doorbell.

Then the door quietly opened. It was a well-maintained, pretty-looking blond woman.

Although she is a little older, she can still see the beauty of this woman when she was young.

It is hard to imagine that an orangutan can marry such a beautiful wife.

"Maybe, this is true love!" Ross sighed in his heart.

"You're... Mayor of Arkham!?" Laila recognized Ross.

Ross smiled and nodded: "It's me, Mrs. Klocum."

Out of courtesy, Laika unhooked the door and welcomed Ross in, asking somewhat unexpectedly, "Why are you here?"

She heard some things about the young mayor from her husband, and her instinctive impression can be said to be very bad.

Ross said with a bit of grief, "I heard that Tracy's disease was serious, so I came to see him."

Speaking of her daughter, a haze suddenly appeared on Laila's face.

Her daughter Tracy is only 16 years old this year. She is about to enjoy her beautiful years, but because of eye problems, she was forced to drop out of Arkham Public High School and transfer to Rice School for the Blind to study Braille.

Every time she thinks of these, she feels that her life is full of gloom, and her heart is like a knife.

"Thank you for your concern, but Tracy is in a bad mood recently. She often locks herself in the bedroom for a few hours." Laila's tone was sad.

Ross comforted and said, "Mrs. Klocum, you don't need to worry, I have got a brand new method here, which should be able to help poor Tracy."

Laila forced a smile: "Thank you for your kindness. Tracey's condition has been diagnosed by countless doctors. So far, there is no medical technology that can save her eyes."

Ross looked at Laila seriously and said, "Mrs. Klocum, you can try it, no matter what the effect is, it won't be worse than it is now."

"You should be clear that the eyes hit Tracy very hard. If she continues like this, she will soon fall into depression and even commit suicide. She should have a similar tendency now, right?"

Hearing this, Laila's face became even more ugly at first, as if she was caught by Ross, then she pondered for a few seconds and asked tentatively, "May I ask what your method is?"

Ross then talked about his previous settings for Tracy: "Tracy's disease is called cranial nerve damage, which is the gradual loss of eyesight caused by damage to the nerves in the brain."

"Did Tracy have drooping eyelids, facial numbness, and no expression during this period of time along with her blindness?"

Hearing this, Laila was shocked: "Yes, yes! You have never seen Tracy, how did you know?"

Ross said: "Naturally it's an inference based on the cause, Mrs Klocum, a kind mother, please believe me, I can cure Tracy, I'm the mayor of Arkham, I have no reason to frame my city manager daughter."

Laila doesn't know much about Ross, but she still believes in his identity. When it comes to this, she has no hesitation: "Mayor, if you can save Tracy's eyes... Our family will be forever grateful to you. ."

At this moment, Laila cried excitedly.

Ross said confidently: "Don't worry, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Tracey's eyes will definitely recover, please take me to see her now."

Afterwards, Laila took Ross to the inside of Tracy's bedroom. At this time, the bedroom door was closed, and a faint cry could be heard inside.

"Dear Tracy, please open the door. The mayor brought the most advanced technology today, saying that it can heal your eyes." Laila said softly.

"Mom, you don't have to lie to me, my eyes can't be cured at all." A low, dark and sad female voice came.

Laila said softly: "Son, there's nothing wrong with trying, what if there is a miracle? Mayor Arkham can clearly state your condition, saying that you have brain nerve damage, and he must be concerned about this disease. Very understanding."

There was silence for a few seconds, and then with a groping sound, the door was opened, and inside was a tall and beautiful girl with curly blond hair.

Sixteen-year-old Tracy is 1.7 meters tall, with a well-proportioned and slender body. Only her face is more like Darryl, and the rest of her body is perfectly inherited from her mother.

Tracy has the typical large skeleton of a Westerner, and her face with soft edges and corners looks graceful. With her long blond curly hair and green eyes, she is full of youthful vigor.

The premise is that the eyes are normal.

Her eyes no longer have the light, her eyelids are drooping, her eye circles are red, her face has no expression, and it is full of dullness and darkness.

Seeing her daughter like this, Laila couldn't help crying.

Ross looked at the beautiful girl and sighed, "God is so cruel to let such a beautiful girl suffer like this."

Then he changed the subject and said confidently, "However, today we are going to break God's arrangement, beautiful Tracy, your eyes will be healed today!"