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Hardy frowned uncontrollably.

"Mr. Luo, do you have any misunderstanding about the concept of death?" Hardy asked: "No matter how powerful I am, I can't bring back the soul of the dead."

Everyone present is a human spirit.

They immediately discovered the 'blind spot' in Hardy's words.

The expressions of several people looked a little incredible.

The middle-aged man surnamed Luo said overjoyed: "Mr. Zhao means... you don't deny the existence of the soul?"

Hardy's expression was dull.

He certainly does not deny the existence of the soul.

I can travel to the game world and this parallel world again, but I don't use my body.

But the soul.

Seeing that Hardy didn't speak, everyone present understood what he meant.

But no one spoke anymore, everyone was digesting the news.

After a while, the oldest Zhao Changhe couldn't help but ask first: "Master Zhao, dare I ask... can the soul be seen by us ordinary people?"

"Probably not." Hardy thought for a while and decided to tell these people the 'truth': "As far as I know, the soul does exist. But... ordinary people cannot see it because their perception is not enough."

"Master, can you see it?"

Hardy shook his head: "I can feel it occasionally."

There is indeed such a thing as a soul. But even in a game world, it's hard to exist in 'nature'.

As soon as an intelligent life in the game world dies, its soul will be pulled directly into the underworld by the rules created by the authority of Hades.

Occasionally something slips through the net.

But this kind of fish slipping through the net is not a good thing.

The soul will be 'consumed' in the free world.

Continuous consumption.

Only in the underworld is it possible to exist for a long time.

Of course, it will eventually 'disappear' as time goes by.

But the underworld is indeed the final paradise of the soul.

At least there, there is a relatively fair 'environment' and relatively comfortable living conditions.

The middle-aged man surnamed Luo looked at Hadi and said, "Master Zhao, I beg you, bring my son's soul back."

"I can't save the dead." Hardy sighed.

At this time Master Luo laughed.

"My son is indeed dead, brain-dead, not even a vegetative state. At least there is a possibility of waking up from a vegetative state, and my son was judged by the doctor to be brain-dead and will never wake up." A middle-aged man surnamed Luo was a little worried. He said sadly: "He has been lying in the ICU for more than three years. We all regard him as dead, but there is still a chance, so we have to keep him alive."

Brain death is indeed dead, at least from a medical perspective.

Hardy said nothing.

He was considering the feasibility of this matter.

In the gaming world, there is no such thing as brain death.

As long as the body does not truly die, the soul will not disappear.

Of course, there are special spells that can capture souls, which is the specialty of the Necromancer.

It's just that it's very difficult.

The soul of a normal human being is highly 'bound' to the body, and the body is like an invisible vine clinging to the soul. To 'cut' the soul out of the body, a very sharp 'knife' is needed.

Except for the Necromancer, few people can get this 'knife'.

Hardy didn't get it either.

However, three necromancers have been recruited into the Magic Academy, and when they start classes, Hardy will also attend them.

He has a certain understanding of necromancy and the soul.

Moreover, he recently had a battle with 'Life is Short' in the soul world, so he has a certain basic understanding of souls.

Seeing that Hadi had not spoken for so long, the middle-aged man surnamed Luo became anxious and said: "Master Zhao, I can pay, a lot of money. And I can also expand your network for you. You can ask for anything I can do."

At this time, the middle-aged man named Luo was already very anxious.

He tried every means possible to save his son, both formal and informal.

But none of them had any effect.

Hardy was his last hope.

Because he did feel that Hardy was capable.

He will never let go of the last 'life-saving straw'.

Hardy looked up at the middle-aged man named Luo: "I can try, but I can't guarantee that I can save him."

"Master Zhao takes action, even if he cannot be saved, it will still be his life." The middle-aged man surnamed Luo had a tangled expression on his face.

He was a little happy and a little scared now.

I'm happy that Hardy is going to take action, but what I'm afraid of is...if even such a powerful expert can't save his son, his son will probably be sentenced to death.

"As long as you understand." Hardy said with a smile: "I am not a god yet, and I don't have the ability to bring the dead back to life."

After saying this, the people around him raised their eyebrows again.

They are all elites in the business and will consider every word spoken by others quickly and carefully.

What's wrong with Hardy is that he's not an immortal 'yet'... In other words, he might become an immortal in the future?

so smart?

But thinking about it, it seems possible.

After all, even Mr. Huang's broken leg can be repaired.

In ancient times, this was already the ability of gods.

He is still so young now, and if he practices for a few more decades, he will probably become a god.

When they thought of this, the expressions they looked at Hardy were a little subtle.

"Master Zhao, can you tell me a time so that I can prepare it at the hospital?" The middle-aged man surnamed Luo was a little excited.

"Is the hospital in the city?"

"Yes."

"Let's do it now." Hardy stood up: "I have other things to deal with later." "Okay." The middle-aged man surnamed Luo stood up suddenly and rubbed his hands happily.

At this time, Huang Tianlin stood up and asked with a smile: "You two, can I join in the fun?"

"I'll join in the fun, you two don't mind." Zhao Changhe also stood up.

At this time, the remaining two bosses also stood up.

"Go together."

They were all curious about whether Hardy could cure brain-dead people.

They had already heard of the son of a middle-aged man named Luo.

Although the Luo family has more than one son, the one lying on the hospital bed is the most beloved son of the middle-aged man named Luo.

If they can be saved in this way, then they must establish a relationship with the young man in front of them.

You might have to ask him for help at some point.

After all, these people are very old.

The older people get, the more they fear death.

Seeing several people stand up, Mr. Huang also wanted to follow them.

Huang Tianlin said angrily: "You just stay at home, there's nothing wrong with you."

Mr. Huang smiled awkwardly.

In fact, he also wanted to see it.

But the people in front of him were all his elders, and as a rich second generation who was involved in food, drink, prostitution and gambling, he was really not qualified to stay with these big bosses.

Several people walked out together.

The middle-aged man surnamed Luo asked in a low voice: "Master Zhao, would you like to ride in my car?"

"Thank you, no need." Tiana, who had been standing next to her without saying much, said, "Mr. Luo, please tell me the name of the hospital, and I will take Ha... Changsheng there."

The middle-aged man surnamed Luo nodded.

He also understood that compared with a beautiful woman, his car was certainly not attractive.

After leaving Huang Tianlin's villa, everyone got into their private cars.

They are all big bosses, so naturally their cars are very expensive.

But none of them are sports cars, they are all business cars that look very low-key on the outside.

If you didn't look at the car logo, you wouldn't associate them with luxury cars.

Although the roads in Meicheng are relatively busy for commuting, sports cars still have some advantages on the road.

At least no one dared to take Setiana's car and steal her way.

This is a disguised form of asking her to drive faster.

The car soon arrived in front of a large hospital.

A gold-lettered signboard of the hospital hangs on the grand door.

It is not as busy as a public hospital, and the price of cars entering and exiting is relatively high.

At first glance, this hospital is designed to serve the rich.

The sports car was left in the parking lot, and Tiana took Hardy to the treatment building.

Not long after, Huang Tianlin and others came over with their own private drivers.

A private driver is not only a driver, but also a bodyguard and baggage carrier.

The appearance of these people naturally alarmed the senior management and attending doctors in the hospital.

The middle-aged man named Luo arrived last, leading a bald middle-aged doctor over.

The middle-aged doctor felt that his legs were a little weak after seeing several big guys in the shopping mall.

"Is there something special about several CEOs appearing in our small hospital at the same time?"

The director of the hospital came over after hearing the news. He took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and then shook hands with several big shots.

Of course, I didn’t forget to shake hands with Hardy and Tiana.

Although these two seem to be juniors, there is nothing wrong with treating them well.

"We want to go in and see my son." The middle-aged man surnamed Luo said with a smile: "Please, Dean Li, please make arrangements for us."

"Okay." Dean Li agreed without hesitation.

The Luo family's youngest son is now lying in a single ICU treatment room.

Use the best medicine and the best nursing services.

The cost for a day is just over fifteen thousand.

After a month, it’s almost half a million.

The cost of such treatment can cost an ordinary family two or three days, let alone one month.

But for a middle-aged man surnamed Luo, the cost of 15,000 yuan a day is not enough for him to go out for a dinner.

Therefore, although his youngest son was brain dead, he was still kept alive with the best medical conditions.

Such expenses are not difficult for the Luo family.

With the help of nurses, several people put on antibacterial clothing specially designed for entering the ICU.

There are several pots of green plants placed in the bright and transparent single room.

On the hospital bed in the middle, there was a young man lying on the bed, wearing an oxygen-supply breathing mask. There were two machines next to him, which beeped a few times from time to time.

"This is my youngest son, Luo Zuoyuan."

The middle-aged man surnamed Luo walked over and gently touched his son's forehead.

His face was full of distress.

Hardy also walked over, looking at the young man's appearance, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"what happened?"

Tiana asked.

She pays most attention to Hardy, and she can detect even the smallest expression on the latter's face.

"Something is wrong."

Hardy then looked at the middle-aged man named Luo: "Mr. Luo, have you offended someone?" (End of Chapter)