Giant of Light: I am the Old Ones

Chapter 362 Blood Therapy
"So, is there no cure?"

Amanda was very curious. Just replacing healthy blood to treat the disease, I am afraid there is no way to change the diseased organs.

In particular, the impact of pollution on the human brain and even the mental level after breaking through the blood-brain barrier may not be so easy to solve.

Warren shook his head helplessly and said: "Although I am an alchemist, the way I treat diseases is actually no different from that of ordinary doctors. You don't think that alchemical mixture can do things that medical drugs can't do, do you?"

Amanda nodded and said: "Speaking of which, I really had this idea before I came here. People are always willing to believe that there are solutions to problems, even if they are a little bit off."

Warren did some routine examinations for Amanda, stood up with some difficulty, and said:
"Sir, you don't have any disease, and you are very healthy. At least you are much stronger than your peers. If you really feel that you are a little uncontrollably impatient mentally, you can consider creating a calm personality for yourself in your mind to talk to. Stop some of your irritable behaviors. You can take some sedatives appropriately, but don’t use those easily addictive drugs.”

Warren wrote a prescription and handed it to Amanda. When he was about to see off the guests, he suddenly seemed to remember something and said:

"Oh, by the way, you can't try blood transfusion therapy like those patients, unless you have severe bleeding. Your physical symptoms are not diseased, and you are not suitable for blood replacement. At that time, some quack doctors heard that blood transfusion was effective, and ended up treating the sheep Blood transfusions were given to some patients, even patients with other medical conditions, resulting in a large number of fever cases."

The old man seemed to like Amanda very much and gave some nagging instructions. Amanda listened politely.

"Also, if you want to ask about blood thirst, someone may tell you that the reason why human blood and animal blood can cause problems when used for blood transfusion therapy is because the blood is not healthy enough. They have channels to get it Blood that is high enough and healthy is just a little more expensive. But it is just a scam. For a while, the old people in the countryside believed it. Some people even pretended to be doctors from the church, claiming that they could get the holy blood of angels to cure diseases. Hospitals under the church The Knights are already hunting down these swindlers, but their efficiency is not high, which gives the swindlers a chance to cheat. Hehe, how can there be angels and the blood of gods in this world? Isn’t this nonsense? You He is still young and seems to have received higher education, so he should not be deceived by these scams."

Amanda didn't leave until she finished listening to the old man's nagging.

He understood the meaning of the old man's advice. After all, it was him who spread the idea that blood transfusion therapy was effective, but it turned out to be the reason for quack doctors and even swindlers to deceive people later. The old man would definitely feel bad about it.

As for the Knights Hospitaller mentioned by the old man, Amanda had never heard of it.

There are three major knight orders in the church. The Knights Templar was destroyed in the early years of the Anglo-French war, and the leader was hanged in front of the King of France.

After the dissolution of the Teutonic Knights, it became the predecessor of what is now Prussia.

In the end, only the so-called Knights Hospitaller, who saved lives and healed the wounded but did not directly participate in the war, remained.

The Knights Hospitaller is even more inclined to an organization like the Red Cross, and it is independent enough in the church system. Amanda has never seen a Knight Hospitaller when she was so old.

However, there was still something to gain tonight. He was already certain that among the scammers who claimed that they could obtain the blood of angels or even gods for blood transfusion therapy, there must be cultists.

The scammer may just be trying to get money, and the blood obtained is probably not a big problem and won't be very effective.

But if those cultists get involved, the consequences will be disastrous.

They can really get the flesh and blood of evil creatures, and even the blood of ancient gods to infuse into the human body.

The patients on the vast rural farms have become their natural experimental subjects.

Amanda was back in her hotel room, ready to take the shuttle to the country early the next morning to visit her sick relative who didn't exist.

At the same time, a farm outside New Birmingham.

A nun was accompanying a church member dressed as a priest, comforting an old man lying in bed.

Several middle-aged men and women had sad faces, looking at the old man's painful expression.

"The doctors in Birmingham said that the heart was exhausted and had no power to send blood to the whole body. There was no way to save him."

The nun read the hospital report. The old man knew that there was no hope of survival, so he asked to be sent home.But he was in so much pain that the children invited a priest who had been preaching in the countryside recently to see him off on his last journey.

"Father Gascoigne, it's time to pray." the nun reminded. The priest named Gascoigne was still holding the patient's arm and holding it tightly in his arms.

Gascoigne stood up slowly, feeling that the old man's body was dying rapidly in his hands. He took a short sword from his waist and said slowly in an old tone:

"You can avoid it."

The old man's children were a little surprised and asked loudly: "Father, what are you -"

Gascoigne showed a cruel smile and said: "You gave him blood therapy, right? I smell the smell of the dirty blood. After he dies, he will turn into a beast and will Kill you all. Therefore, I will kill him while he is still alive."

Before anyone could react, Gascoigne had already inserted the dagger in his hand straight into the old man's chest.

There was no blood splashing around, as if there was no blood at all near the old man's heart.

After a period of struggle, the old man's body was accepted by the God of Death.

Gascoigne laughed, his face completely opposite to the compassionate and compassionate way he had comforted the patient before.

He was knocked down by the angry people and beaten. His face was bruised and swollen, but he was still laughing.

Finally, the old man's children discovered that their father's body was becoming twisted, and the hair of the beast was growing lushly from the old man's characteristic inelastic gray-brown skin.

The face that was twisted and struggling in pain before death became convex, like the facial structure of some kind of carnivorous animal.

He transformed from a human into a beast.

The room was filled with screams of panic until the nun helped the priest to his feet.

The priest smiled and glanced at the people nearby, not angry at their offense, but asked:
"So, who among you has received blood therapy? I can still smell those abominable smells, and the cursed blood is flowing in the body of one of you."

The old man's children looked at each other in shock until the eldest son, Pascal, trembled and slowly leaned toward the door, then ran away frantically.

Gascoigne pulled out the dagger without any blood stains, took a deep breath, and touched the cross pendant on his chest:
"A new hunt has begun."

(End of this chapter)