My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 72: Stuck in the Past

Yule raised his eyebrows, but he was not angry at the other party's impolite words. He just said:
"I think, why don't we go in first and talk slowly?"

Hearing this, the old man looked at the police officer next to Jules and said:
"Oh, so you are..."

He seemed to have just remembered that he had not yet asked the group about their origins and purpose.

Before Jules could speak, the police officer spoke first:
"Dr. Harold, this is the patient that Master Centipede has asked you to treat."

"Centipede?" Hearing the name, Dr. Harold smacked his lips and said:
"Then the patient will follow me in. Please don't follow me, the two of you."

"Yes." The two police officers quickly left tactfully.

After the police officer left, Dr. Harold looked at Jules, stretched out his dry palm, and laughed:

"May I ask your code name?"

"Dark Raven."

Dr. Harold nodded slightly:
"Since you're from the Anti-Suppression Bureau, then come with me—do you need me to call a nurse to help you?"

He could see that Jules's actions were quite difficult.

Jules wanted to refuse, but after he lifted his leg and felt the pain as if a blood vessel had burst, he immediately changed his mind:
“…Shout.”

Although there was no problem in acting alone, he was too lazy to make things difficult for himself.

After a while, with the help of a nurse, Jules walked into a special room.

In addition to the floor, the walls and ceiling are all covered with cushions.

After the nurse left, Dr. Harold brought two stools and sat face to face with Jules, saying:

"Well, I don't know how you got this injury, but just relax. As long as you can walk into San Janaro Hospital standing up, you won't leave lying down."

Although he tried to make his tone sound relaxed, the expression on his face still betrayed him.

Seeing Dr. Harold's worried look, Jules frowned slightly and said:
"Is it serious?"

Dr. Harold nodded affirmatively:

"It's quite serious. The last time I saw such an injury was on a corpse."

The corners of Yule's mouth couldn't help but twitch - this old man, how could he be so bad at speaking!
"Tell me about your current situation."

Dr. Harold took out a pencil and a notebook and pretended to listen.

Jules pondered for a moment and said:

"My heart has almost stopped beating. Although most of my blood vessels are broken, they are still functioning. My limbs are slightly weak, but I can still move them. Other than that, I feel severe pain whenever I exert force."

Without even looking up, Dr. Harold asked, his pencil whirring in his hand:
"How did that happen?"

This certainly can't be the truth, but it can't be a complete lie either... Jules thought for a while and said:
"The power of the cup tried to destroy my heart. In the end, it failed, but it did leave me with serious injuries."

He was vague and didn't reveal any key information, but his general description was correct.

After writing for a while, Dr. Harold looked up, took a deep breath, and said:
"Can I listen to your heartbeat?"

"please."

Seeing that Jules agreed, he pulled over the medical equipment box beside him, rummaged through it for a while, and took out a stethoscope.

Jules looked at the uniquely shaped stethoscope with great interest.

Two copper rings wrapped in black rubber are connected to dark brown rubber tubes, and at the end of them extends a brass receiver covered with a layer of sheepskin membrane.

It seems that in this era, the prototype of the modern stethoscope had already appeared, and its shape was very close to modern times.

The industrial development of this world always gave him a feeling of being both fast and slow, which was quite strange.

Dr. Harold put on his stethoscope expertly and said with a smile:
"Actually, I could have heard your heartbeat directly—but after listening for a long time, it just sounded like a dead person, so I used this thing to help me listen."

Hearing this, Jules looked at Dr. Harold again and said:

"The Code of Heart?"

The principle of the heart is the principle of life and survival, dance and drum beats, representing vigorous vitality. Those who excel in this are called "drummers."

One of their characteristics is that they can directly listen to the heartbeats of others.

Dr. Harold nodded happily and then placed the stethoscope against Yule's heart.

"Relax." After a while, he took off his stethoscope, took a long breath, and said:

"Although your heartbeat has almost stopped, at least your heart hasn't completely stopped working. You still have some vitality."

Jules shrugged and said:

"I feel like a strike is not far off."

"Not long ago," Dr. Harold frowned slightly. "Based on my observation, your heart seems to be temporarily stuck in the 'past' by some force."

"That kind of power is extremely strong, I've never heard of it before...but I can sense that it's gradually weakening."

Stuck in the "past"... Was it Si Chen, the one who belonged to the secret history, who sealed his heart in the history of the past?
Jules fell into deep thought.

Dr. Harold stood up with a heavy face and said:

"Your injuries are too severe. I can only try my best."

……

Treatment is not performed indoors.

Jules sat in the carriage, quietly looking at the scenery along the way.

As the carriage moved forward, the sky gradually darkened—not because night was approaching, but because dark clouds covered the sun.

The carriage finally stopped in front of a suburban garden.

After the two walked into the garden, Dr. Harold looked up at the sky, and after a while, nodded slightly.

"My intuition is correct. A thunderstorm will arrive soon, which will be a perfect opportunity to hold the ceremony.

Because the ceremony would be too noisy, we couldn’t hold it downtown.”

Yule's eyes flickered:

"The ritual of the Heart's Code?"

The principle most directly related to the concept of healing and life is the principle of the heart, and it is normal that rituals symbolizing healing are related to the principle of the heart.

"To be precise, it's the 'Thunder Skin' of Si Chen, who is in charge of the Code of the Heart." Dr. Harold's expression suddenly became serious.

Skin of Thunder... Yule closed his eyes and tried hard to recall the scarce information about Him in the introductory text on mysticism.

Seeing the puzzled look on his face, Dr. Harold patiently explained:

“He is the protector of the world. His heartbeat is thunder, the drumbeat of the storm. Whenever we perform a ceremony, we always choose a time when thunder is raging. This helps us connect with his power.”

He paused and then said:
"I'm going to prepare the instruments for the ceremony. Please wait for me in the ceremony area over there."

The dark clouds grew thicker and thicker, and as they rolled, the sound of thunder rumbled from the horizon.

Jules felt as if raindrops were hitting his cheeks.

He wiped the rain from his face and looked around at the turquoise pillars arranged in a regular pattern.

Although it was a dead object, he could feel a strange vitality from it.

Apparently, they had been used for similar heart rituals in the past.

Do you want to seek the power of Thunder Skin?

I can only pray that Si Chen, the Heart Principle, can help me...

Not long after, Dr. Harold walked out of the house.

At this moment, he had taken off his white coat and changed into casual clothes. He was holding an animal skin drum in his hand, with a solemn expression on his face.

"Remember, during the ceremony, you must have hope in your heart."

Dr. Harold did not rush to hold the ceremony, but just looked into the sky, as if waiting for something.

"The smell of storm..."

His eyes gradually widened and stared at the sky.

boom--

Until the blade-like arc of electricity tears through the sky, beating a powerful drumbeat for the world.

(End of this chapter)