The network that your Excellency the Admiral just mentioned is naturally not in the game, it can only be in reality.
So this is what he finds weird: Why are players punished in-game for making inappropriate comments online in real life?
His doubts also belonged to Guanhailou.
He was extremely happy to be admitted to the Commander's School together with Kurogane, and to receive personal lessons from His Excellency the Admiral, who explained all about interstellar tactical battles that they had never heard of.
Even so, his habit of reading news online every day and commenting on current affairs has not been affected.
I just didn't expect that when I went online again today, I was brutally arrested. After a simple trial, I was charged with an inexplicable crime. I was dumped on a planet like garbage and became one of countless criminals. member.
He originally thought that this might be a plot that he randomly triggered, and he was observing the progress with excitement and anticipation. Unexpectedly, the development of the situation became more and more excessive.
All his previous assets in the game were confiscated, and even the communicator was turned off.
He couldn't even contact his friend Kurogane to ask him about his situation.
What's worse than this is that he was persecuted mercilessly from body to soul, and the level of pain was far worse than even being sacrificed in Star Wars.
Thinking about it now, the pain at that time was probably partially shielded, and it was far less real and complete than it is now.
As to why he ended up like this, he thought over and over again and came up with the most likely answer.
This should be a deliberate measure taken by the game official because they don’t want people like me to make money here anymore.
The bustle in the world is all for the sake of coming, and the hustle and bustle of the world is all for the sake of going away.
People must run games to make money, and it is definitely not okay to always give money away for loss-making business.
His head was about to explode, and when he was lying on the ground unable to move, Guanhailou finally thought of going offline.
I don’t want to leave you here, I have my own place to stay. Since this crappy game doesn’t welcome me, I won’t play it anymore!
Although he had already resigned due to the considerable profits, he also learned a lot of skills there.
With them, it is not difficult to find a job that is better than the previous one.
Guanhailou thought so and quickly logged off.
The process of exiting the game went smoothly without any obstruction.
Returning to reality, the pain in my body stopped immediately, leaving only the buzzing and pain in my head, as if I had worked overtime all night and was extremely exhausted.
He simply lay down and wanted to sleep.
But as soon as he closed his eyes, he appeared again at the place where he had gone offline before.
Familiar plants, familiar equipment, familiar overseers and the smell of whips.
Legion of Atonement. He lay on the ground, savoring the increasingly clear pain in his body, feeling strange and helpless.
This is probably the legendary saying of thinking during the day and dreaming at night, right?
Only this time, he could no longer find a way to exit the dream, and could only be driven and enslaved continuously until he woke up.
At this time, Guanhailou still didn't realize that everything in front of him was just the beginning.
This nightmare will be with him for a long time to come.
Before Tao Le went to bed, he had arranged for the staff of the Miao Hotel to invite the Tibetan compatriots who were still waiting outside the hospital to have meals and rest overnight in the hotel.
As soon as he went to work the next day, Tao Le heard the bad news from Dave.
At around three o'clock in the morning, the phage from Hawke's laboratory arrived and Wen Hao used it immediately.
Unfortunately, instead of improving, his body became even weaker - obviously the phage treatment failed.
"Have you done the bacterial culture again?" Tao Le asked.
“I just did it, but the results don’t seem to be out yet,” Dave said.
Tao Le frowned and dialed the number of the laboratory department.
The person who answered the phone was Huang Tong, the attending physician. She also just taught herself acupuncture to control pulse and stop bleeding, and she respected Tao Le very much:
"Teacher Tao, Wen Hao's test results are already available, but we haven't had time to send them to the ICU yet."
"If the phage doesn't work, does it mean that the strain has mutated?" Tao Le asked.
"You are absolutely right." Huang Tong's voice was urgent and fast: "If the previous ones were super bacteria, then after the mutation, they can be called invincible bacteria."
She felt very sorry for the patient. In the past, no one infected with similar mutated strains survived, and it is unlikely that this one will experience any miracles.
Hearing that the result was exactly what she had guessed, Tao Le nodded and said, "Thank you. In fact, this kind of bacteria may not be invincible."
After saying this, she hung up the phone, leaving Huang Tong there with a confused look on his face.
Teacher Tao said this, is it possible that there is a way to deal with this mutant strain?
Her old man's acupuncture is so powerful, maybe
Hey, I must be confused, right? How can acupuncture be antibacterial?
As she thought, she quickly uploaded the test results to the system and notified the ICU specifically.
"Let's go up there again," Tao Le said.
"Master." Dave hesitated: "I understand your enthusiasm and goodwill. But judging from the attitude of your family members towards you yesterday, they may not accept the treatment you suggested, and there is no need for you to touch their faces with warmth. Cold ass.”
In fact, he had another relatively dark reason in his heart that he didn't say out loud.
Even the phages are ineffective and the superbugs have mutated again. It should only be a matter of time before the patient dies.
Although Master said yesterday that there is another new medicine, its efficacy has not been tested at all.
Her old lady had already encountered Internet violence because of the rumors. If another accident happened at this juncture, the matter would become much more serious.
At that time, even if all the evidence prepared before is thrown out, the fault of abusing drugs to kill people will not be clear.
What's more, none of the other party's family members are good people, so there is no need to mess with these people.
Medicine can cure diseases. Wen Hao, who was lying in the ICU, was already dying, so why did he need to get his master into trouble?
Although he is a foreigner, he has been in China for a long time, and he has become more and more understanding of these people's ways of the world.
"This moment is the same as that moment." Tao Le said simply, then took out his mobile phone and dialed Ximu's number.
"Can the new drug you mentioned yesterday be able to deal with mutated strains of Acinetobacter baumannii?" she asked.
"Of course, it must be possible." Simu promised.
"If I need it now, how long will it take to get it?"
"The medicine has been delivered outside the ICU of your hospital." Ximu smiled and said, "Don't worry while I do the work."
Tao Le walked into the elevator first, and Dave followed and opened the elevator door with his hands.
"Master." His eyes were full of disapproval: "Have you really thought about it clearly?"
"What do you need to think about?" Tao Le asked doubtfully, "Is that what you just said?"
"The person I want to treat is the patient himself, not his family members. Would you not do your best to treat the patient because of the doubts and distrust of the family members?"
