I was a hero in civilization before the collapse

Mebius’ gastroscope

Shouldn’t Wu Ling belong to the weng faction? It should be opposite to himself. Shouldn’t Wu Ling refuse with words and criticize his character of not taking human life as human life?

Why can Wu Ling say such a thing so naturally.

Mebius didn’t understand that at noon zeroWhat a little young man was thinking, but at least… no harm is there.

“By the way, Mebius, do you know how to treat stomach problems? It’s chronic gastritis, permanent treatment.”

Wu Ling thought of his original purpose of coming to Mebius.

Mebius glanced at Wu Ling suspiciously, “Do you have chronic gastritis?”

Noon Ling nodded heavily, “Yes, drinking will make you vomit, eating too much will make you vomit, and eating too little will cause stomach pains, and you will feel uncomfortable.”

If even you have no way, then I really have no choice but to find Su, but speaking of which, Su probably hasn’t joined Flame Chasing Moth yet, or has he joined but is not very famous yet?

Also, after all su is just a doctor, not that powerful.

Mebius is just a scientist, not that powerful (—referring to Su stopping Mebius when Mebius went berserk, but the aftermath of the battle made Hua, who is a high-level warrior, fall to the ground and unconscious.)

Mebius nodded as if he understood, “I need a gastroscopy. Although I don’t know much about medicine, I think the gastritis you have is not just chronic gastritis.”

After all… your genes do not belong to humans at all, and it is outrageous to judge you by human standards for chronic gastritis.

It’s like a virus that is useless in monkeys but potentially deadly in humans.

“Since when did this happen to you?”

Noon Zero: “…… Are you asking about the time in this world?”

Mebius: “…If you mean one hour, sixty minutes and three thousand six hundred seconds, I think so.”

“That is, from the moment I came into this world, chronic gastritis has been haunting me.”

Mebius pointed to the operating table on the side, and Wu Ling lay obediently on it. It was just a gastroscopy, and it was over after taking a sip of anesthesia. Local anesthesia was enough.

Mebius nodded.

So did you suffer from this “chronic gastritis” from birth?

“Who told you that you have chronic gastritis.”

Mebius looked for something that could be used as a gastroscope in the drawer.

At noon: “Doctor, a doctor from the Third City Hospital, a young man in his fifties.”

People don’t retire until they are sixty, and they should be young and middle-aged according to national standards in their fifties.

Mebius found a small robot from nowhere, and after putting on gloves for disinfection, he handed Wu Ling a small cup with only a little liquid in it.

“Drink it, let me do a gastroscopy for you.”

There is no chronic gastritis that has been suffered from birth, and the one who diagnosed Wu Ling was only a doctor from a city hospital, maybe even a medical professor can’t be rated, rubbish.

It is estimated that the doctor didn’t even notice whether Wu Ling was a human being. If he really wanted to notice, then he shouldn’t say it was chronic gastritis.

Wu Ling took the anesthetic and drank it without any hesitation. As soon as he drank it, he immediately lay down.

Mebius: “…”

You really believed me, not just what you said.

Mebius thought… Wu Ling would hesitate, or refuse to drink, after all… he is a doctor called a devil, and he is still doing human experiments.

Was he really not at all worried that he was doing some sort of experiment with his body? You must know that unique, unique, such a living body is full of great temptation for a biologist.

There was a storm in Mebius’s mind, but it only stopped her movements for two seconds.

Put the little robot into Wu Ling’s mouth, and in less than ten minutes, the little robot came out of Wu Ling’s mouth.

The data was extracted to the virtual screen, and Mebius checked the various conditions in Wu Ling’s stomach.

Indeed, it is almost the same disease as chronic gastritis.

Mebius used the virtual screen to search for other symptoms of chronic gastritis, and found that it was almost the same as the one at midnight, except that the place of inflammation was different.

But is it really that simple?

The more bugs you look at while looking at simple things, the more important things are.

According to Murphy’s law, Mebius believes that chronic gastritis at midnight…is not like ordinary chronic gastritis.

Mebius writes the diagnosis on the virtual screen.

1: Inherited pathogens from birth, suspected to be inherited.

2: The risk factor is unknown, and it is accompanied by adverse effects such as vomiting and labor pains all year round.

3: There is currently no drug treatment, global patients: one person.

4: The mortality rate is unknown, the current mortality rate is zero, and it is uncertain whether there are unconfirmed matters.

Preliminary judgment: I will name this brand-new associated chronic gastritis after Wu Ling. The current mortality rate: 0%, but it is not sure that it will not cause the death of the person concerned. Strictly speaking, the mortality rate is 0%-100%. It is recommended The parties were hospitalized for observation.

Solution: I will study Wuling’s response to normal chronic gastritis drugs to create brand new drugs. This will be a long and difficult medical research, from scratch to study a gene sequence that has never been seen, although he Self-proclaimed human…, unique, unique, and chosen human being.

Payment list: One emperor-level Honkai beast (not yet paid)

The only… These two words seem to be very good.

The one and only Mebius seems to be doing well.

After covering Wu Ling with a white cloth, Mebius lay down on the sofa to sleep, and did not encrypt and block Wu Ling’s information.

Wu Ling took a deep breath, sat up suddenly from the operating table, touched his upper body, then touched his lower body, he was relieved that no arms or legs were missing.

Isn’t that local anesthesia? Why is it general anesthesia after drinking anesthetics?Mebius: “…you woke up, you slept for six hours and fourteen minutes.”

If it wasn’t for the instrument showing that he was sleeping at midnight, maybe Mebius would have wondered if he had configured the wrong anesthetic.

Didn’t he rest last night too?

What a coincidence.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your work.”

“Not yet, but if you stay here, it should disturb my work.”

Mei just called Mebius and said that he would come to the First Research Institute in the afternoon.

Mebius just wanted to communicate with mei because of some wonderful ideas in the afternoon, for example… let mei help me to see how to study a creature from scratch and configure a cure for that creature’s chronic Drugs for gastritis.