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Volume 4: Chapter 115: Endure... or Fight?

Week 12, Ifrit's 42nd treatment.

The hand holding the pen was shaking a little. Hemer hesitated for a while on the word "treatment", but finally wrote it down.

The dosage of drugs used in Ifrit's treatment has been increasing again and again, and now it has already exceeded the maximum threshold she can tolerate.

Can...

Why could Ifrit still face himself with a smile?

Standing outside the treatment room, Hemer listened to the faint screams coming from inside the door and felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.

It obviously hurts, but why don’t you say it?

Every night when he coaxed her to sleep, the smile on Ifrit's face was full of anticipation and happiness, without a trace of pain.

Can...

The more Ifrit acted like this, the more Hemer blamed himself.

Because the preparation of medicine for Ifrit's treatment was assigned to her, this was originally Leon's job, but he found it too troublesome, so he threw it into Hummer's hands.

Hemer was also happy about this. It was not a technical job at all. In addition, Leon's technique of mixing medicines was extremely poor. Even if he dared to mix it, Hemer might not dare to use it.

"Hemer, get ready, it's almost over."

Suddenly, the door of the treatment room opened, and Rami in a white coat suddenly walked out, came to Hemer's side, and talked to her in a soft voice.

"Got it...Thank you."

After putting away the records in his hand, Hemer thanked Rami and went into the treatment room.

Parvis and Leon stood side by side at the front, staring at the data displayed on the screen in front of them without blinking.

Hemer wanted to go forward, but ended up staying where he was.

After a while, Albert pushed Ifrit out of the treatment room. When passing by Parvis, the teacher respected by Hemer did not even look at Ifrit, and was immersed in his own world.

"Let's go, let's take Ifrit back first."

Coming to Hemer's side, Albert parked Ifrit's bed, took out a folded wheelchair from the side, and helped Hemer put Ifrit on it.

After doing all this in silence, Hemer looked at his "colleagues" around him who were busy recording data with their heads down, and no one spoke a word.

Shaking his head helplessly, Hemer did not stay and pushed Ifrit away.

Hemer took Ifrit back to her room in a familiar manner. He helped Ifrit pack up and was about to leave when Ifrit, who was lying on the bed, suddenly called out to Hemer.

"Hemer, do you think... can mineral sickness really be cured?"

She stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, and the vast expanse of white reflected in Ifrit's eyes stung her pupils.

"With current technology, it's difficult, but there's always a way. I can heal you, Ifrit, believe me..."

The words of his reply were somewhat weak, and Hemer knew that his words were just comfort.

Oripathy has plagued the Terra continent for so many years. How could it be cured in such a short time?

All they can do now is to suppress it temporarily and prevent the situation from getting worse. As for a complete cure, it can only be said that they are still a long way off.

What's more...

The chimera therapy that Ifrit experienced was just one of the paths to a cure for oripathy. Will it succeed?

It's just an unknown.

But Ifrit on the bed didn't think so.

"Yes! I believe you! When I get better, I will take you and Saria out to play! I will buy you fun toys, beautiful clothes, and strawberry-flavored candies..."

The girl's childish words brought not joy to Hemer, but powerlessness.

Hemer didn't dare to listen any further, so he just told Ifrit to go to bed early and then closed the door and left.

Standing at the door of the room, Hemer listened to the sounds inside gradually quieting down, and a tear couldn't help but slide down the corner of his eye.

.........

Week 8, second treatment.

Week 9, first treatment.

Week 9, second treatment.

The frequency of treatment increased, and Ifrit's smile became less and less.

Ifrit fell to the ground with violent vomiting.

"Ifrit!"

Seeing this scene, Hemer no longer cared about what his teacher had told him and rushed into the treatment room despite the high temperature.

"I'm fine... Homer, I'm not crying... Really..."

Ifrit grabbed Hemer's wrist with his backhand and held it tightly, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

Looking up, Ifrit's face was filled with a twisted smile. Although his face was twitching due to the pain, he still pretended not to care in front of the people closest to him.

So she laughed, but her laugh sounded like crying.

Holding Ifrit in his arms, Hemer didn't care about the filth.

By the time Ifrit felt better, almost half an hour had passed and most people in the treatment room had left.

The bed where Ifrit had been lying before had been burned by her, so Hemer could only support Ifrit and move her out step by step.

As the two of them walked out of the treatment room, a voice that annoyed Hemer called her.

Leon leaned against the wall and threw a stack of documents in his hand at Hemer's feet.

"Hey, prepare the next dose of active agent. The third treatment will be in two days."

With a scornful smile on his lips, Leon looked at these two guys who seemed to him to be like candles in the wind.

"Two days? This is already the third treatment this week! The frequency is too high!"

Hearing Leon's words, Hemer was surprised.

Ifrit's treatment drug dosage is already far greater than before, and now the treatment time has been shortened.

"this..."

"You just need to do your own thing. It's not your place to question Director Parvez's arrangements."

Interrupting Hemer's rebuttal, Leon directly brought up the big issue of Parvis.

Sure enough, after hearing that this was his teacher's decision, Hemer fell silent and picked up the document that Leon threw to him.

Pulling out the contents, Hemer couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the dosage data on it: "This drug configuration is too dangerous! And this dosage is far beyond the treatment... No! It has even exceeded the scope of the maximum tolerated dose experiment!"

"Are you treating Ifrit as a test subject?!"

Glaring at Leon who looked indifferent, Hemer's anger was evident.

"Don't think you can dictate treatment plans just because you hold the title of experiment leader. Watch your words!"

"I will now be directly contacting Director Parvez! Hemer, you should cooperate with me instead of questioning Director Parvez's experimental plan!"

"do you understand?"

Leon responded arrogantly, not afraid of Hummer at all.

He's just a researcher who has been demoted, nothing special.

"you..."

Anger rushed into his heart. Just as Hemer was about to rush up and punch this disgusting guy, Ifrit, who was sitting on the chair next to him, suddenly coughed weakly twice, interrupting Hemer's action.

"I see..."

Hemer gritted his teeth and agreed, then turned around to support Ifrit.

Seeing this, Leon lost the desire to continue suppressing and turned around and left.

As Leon walked away, Parvis suddenly appeared in front of Hemer.

He smiled at her kindly, just like when he pulled her out of the mud.

"Experimental plan..."

teacher...

What do you want to do...

Volume 4: Chapter 116: As I See It

The treatment went as planned, and Hemer also prepared the appropriate medicine based on Parvis's data and handed it to Leon.

Leon was very pleased with Hemer's tactful behavior, so he rarely showed a good face to Hemer.

But only for a moment.

Walking into the treatment room, Leon handed the prepared medicine and active agent to Parvis for inspection.

"Yes, it's well prepared."

With an admiring look on his face, Parvis praised Leon, but his eyes were glancing out the door.

The preparation method of the two bottles of medicine in his hand is not something that a rich kid like Leon can come up with. There are only a few people in the entire Rhine who can mix to this level.

Haven't given up yet?

With an inaudible sigh, Parvis returned the medicine to Leon.

"I have to go out for something soon, please be careful..."

Patting Leon on the shoulder, Parvis told him about his upcoming itinerary.

After Leon patted his chest and made the assurance, Parvis nodded.

Although his skills are not very good, he is indeed a useful "assistant" and in some ways, much better than his own students.

but...

There is a gap after all.

Parvis swiped his card and left the treatment room, then walked outside.

The "treatment" has reached a critical moment, and he needs to make some preparations.

"Teacher Parvez!"

At the corner of the corridor, a familiar person stood there and called out to Parvis.

Following the sound, Parvis raised the corner of his mouth and pushed his glasses with his right hand: "Hemer? What do you want from me?"

Walking out from the corner, Hemer came to Parvis and said: "I have something I want to talk to you about..."

Standing up straight, Parvez looked at her favorite student, wondering what she was going to do.

But the next second, Hemer's action caught him off guard.

"Teacher! I'm sorry!"

Bending his spine, Hemer put his hands between his legs: "Teacher! I have calmed down and thought about it these days!"

"Oh?"

Looking at Hemer with great interest, Parvis had to admit that he had indeed "misjudged" him.

He thought that Hemer would persist until the end of this treatment, but he didn't expect that he would "repent" so soon.

It's really surprising...

"I was indeed allowed to let the compassion I felt when I saw the patient in pain affect my rational judgment, and I even contradicted the teacher!"

"My teacher has been so kind to me, but I have let him down..."

"I'm really ashamed of this! Please forgive me, teacher!"

Parvis was moved by the sincere tone. Looking at Hemer who bent his back in front of him, he smiled with satisfaction.

"Well, that's great, Hummer. I'm glad you understand my intentions. Of course I can forgive you."

"Thank you, teacher!"

After getting Parvis's affirmation, Hemer raised his head happily.