Hardy frowned uncontrollably.
"Mr. Luo, do you have any misunderstanding about the concept of death!" Hardy asked: "No matter how powerful I am, I can't bring back the soul of the dead."
Everyone present is a human spirit.
They immediately discovered the ‘blind spot’ in Hardy’s words.
The expressions of several people looked a little incredible.
The middle-aged man surnamed Luo said overjoyed: "Mr. Zhao means... you don't deny the existence of the soul?"
Hardy's expression was very dull.
Of course he does not deny the existence of the soul.
I can travel to the game world and this parallel world again, but I don’t use my body.
But the soul.
Seeing that Hardy didn't speak, everyone present understood what he meant.
But no one spoke anymore, everyone was digesting the news.
After a while, the eldest Zhao Changhe couldn't help but ask first: "Master Zhao, dare I ask... can the soul be seen by us ordinary people?"
"Probably not. ." Hardy thought for a while and decided to tell these people the truth: "As far as I know, souls do exist, but... ordinary people can't see it because they don't have enough perception."
"Master, can you see it?"
Hardy shook his head: "I can feel it occasionally."
There is indeed such a thing as a soul. But even in a game world, it’s hard to exist in ‘nature’.
Once an intelligent life in the game world dies, its soul will be pulled directly into the underworld by the rules created by the authority of Hades.
Occasionally something slips through the net.
But this kind of slipping through the net is not a good thing.
The soul will be 'consumed' in the free world.
Continuous consumption.
Only in the underworld can it exist for a long time.
Of course, in the end, it will slowly ‘disappear’ as time goes by.
But the underworld is indeed the last paradise of the soul.
At least there, there is a relatively fair ‘environment’ and relatively comfortable living conditions.
The middle-aged man surnamed Luo looked at Hadi and said, "Master Zhao, I beg you, bring back my son's soul."
"I can't save the dead." Hardy sighed.
At this time Master Luo laughed.
"My son is indeed dead, brain dead, not even a vegetative state. At least there is a possibility of waking up from a vegetative state, but my son has been judged by the doctor to be brain dead and will never wake up." The middle-aged man surnamed Luo said with some sadness: "He has been lying in the ICU for more than three years. We all treat him as dead, but there is still a chance, so we have to keep him alive."
Brain death is indeed dead, at least from a medical perspective.
Hardy said nothing.
He is considering the feasibility of this matter.
In the game world, there is no such thing as brain death.
As long as the body does not truly die, the soul will not disappear.
Of course, there are special spells that can capture souls, which is the specialty of the Necromancer.
It’s just that it’s very difficult.
Normal human souls are highly 'bound' to their bodies. The body is like an invisible vine clinging to the soul. To 'cut' the soul out of the body, a very sharp instrument is needed. Knife's.
Except for the Necromancer, few people can get this ‘knife’.
Hardy didn't get it either.
However, three necromancers have been recruited into the Magic Academy, and when they start classes, Hardy will also attend them.
Have a certain understanding of necromancy and the soul.
Besides, he recently had a battle with ‘Life is Short’ in the soul world, so he has a certain basic understanding of souls.
Seeing that Hadi had not spoken for so long, the middle-aged man surnamed Luo became anxious and said: "Master Zhao, I can pay, a lot of money. And I can also expand your contacts. Everything I can do , just mention it.”
At this time, the middle-aged man named Luo was already very anxious.
He tried every means possible to save his son, both formal and informal.
But none of them had any effect.
Hardy is his last hope.
Because he did feel that Hardy was capable.
He will never let go of the last 'life-saving straw'.
Hardy looked up at the middle-aged man named Luo: "I can try, but I can't guarantee that I can save him."
"Master Zhao can take action, but even if he can't save him, it will still be his life." The middle-aged man named Luo had a troubled expression.
He is now a little happy and a little scared.
I am glad that Hardy is going to take action, but what I am afraid of is... If even such a powerful expert cannot save his son, his son will probably be sentenced to death.
"As long as you understand." Hardy smiled and said: "I am not a god yet, and I have no ability to bring the dead back to life."
After saying this, the people around him raised their eyebrows.
They are all elites in the business. They will consider every word of others quickly and carefully.
The thing about Hardy is that he is not a god 'yet'... In other words, is it possible that he will become a god in the future?
So powerful?
But thinking about it, it seems possible.
After all, even Mr. Huang's broken leg can be restored.
In ancient times, this was already the ability of gods.
He is still so young now. If he practices for a few more decades, he will probably become a god.
When they thought of this, the expressions they looked at Hardy were a little subtle.
"Master Zhao, can you tell me a time so that I can prepare it at the hospital?" The middle-aged man surnamed Luo was a little excited.
"Is the hospital in the city?"
"Yes."
"That's it now." Hardy stood up: "I have other things to deal with later." "Okay." The middle-aged man surnamed Luo stood up suddenly and rubbed his hands happily.
At this time, Huang Tianlin stood up and asked with a smile: "You two, can I join in the fun?"
"I'll join in the fun, you two don't mind." Zhao Changhe also stood up.
At this time the remaining two bosses also stood up.
"Go together, go together."
They are all curious whether Hardy can cure brain-dead people.
They had already heard of the son of a middle-aged man named Luo.
Although the Luo family has more than one son, the one lying on the hospital bed is the most beloved son of the middle-aged man named Luo.
If they can be saved in this way, then they must establish a relationship with the young man in front of them.
Maybe you will have to ask him for help at some point.
After all, these people are very old.
The older a person gets, the more afraid he is of death.
Seeing several people stand up, Mr. Huang also wanted to follow them.
Huang Tianlin said angrily: "You stay at home, there is nothing to do."
Huang Shao smiled awkwardly.
Actually, he also wanted to see it.
But the people in front of him were all his elders, and as a rich second-generation man who was involved in food, drink, prostitution and gambling, he was really not qualified to stay with these big bosses.
Several people walked out together.
The middle-aged man surnamed Luo asked in a low voice: "Master Zhao, would you like to ride in my car?"
"Thank you, no need." Tiana, who had been standing by and said little, said: "Mr. Luo, tell me the name of the hospital, and I'll take you there... Immortality."
The middle-aged man surnamed Luo nodded.
He also understands that compared with a beautiful woman, his car is certainly not attractive.
After leaving Huang Tianlin's villa, everyone got into their private cars.
They are all big bosses, and their cars are naturally very expensive.
But none of them are sports cars, they are all business cars that look very low-key on the outside.
If you hadn’t looked at the car logos, you wouldn’t have connected them with luxury cars.
Although the roads in Meicheng are relatively busy for commuting, sports cars still have some advantages on the road.
At least no one dared to take Setiana's car and steal her way.
This is a disguised form of making her drive faster.
The car soon arrived in front of a large hospital.
The grand door has a gold-lettered signboard of the hospital hanging on it.
This place is not as busy as the public hospital, and the price of cars entering and exiting is relatively high.
At first glance, this hospital is designed to serve the rich.
The sports car was left in the parking lot, and Tiana took Hardy to the treatment building.
Not long after, Huang Tianlin and others came over with their own private drivers.
A private driver is not only a driver, but also a bodyguard and bag carrier.
The appearance of several people naturally alarmed the senior management and attending doctors in the hospital.
The middle-aged man named Luo arrived last, leading a bald middle-aged doctor over.
The middle-aged doctor felt that his legs were a little weak when he saw several big guys in the shopping mall.
“Is there something special about several CEOs appearing in our small hospital at the same time?”
The director of the hospital rushed over after hearing the news. He took out a hand towel to wipe his forehead. Sweating on my face, I shook hands with several big guys.
Of course I didn’t forget to shake hands with Hardy and Tiana.
Although these two seem to be juniors, there is nothing wrong with treating them well.
“We want to go in and see my son.” The middle-aged man surnamed Luo said with a smile: “Please, Dean Li, please make arrangements for us.”
“Okay.” Mr. Li The president agreed without hesitation.
Now the Luo family’s youngest son is lying in a single ICU treatment room.
Use the best medicine and the best nursing service.
The cost for a day is just over fifteen thousand.
After one month, it’s almost half a million.
The cost of such treatment can cost an ordinary family two or three days, let alone one month.
But for the middle-aged man surnamed Luo, the cost of 15,000 yuan a day is not enough for him to go out for a dinner.
So even though his youngest son is brain dead, he is still kept alive with the best medical conditions.
Such expenses are not difficult for the Luo family.
With the help of the nurse, several people put on antibacterial clothing specially designed for entering the ICU.
There are several pots of green plants placed in the bright and transparent single room.
On the hospital bed in the middle, there was a young man lying on the hospital bed, wearing an oxygen-supply breathing mask. There were two machines next to him, which beeped a few times from time to time.
“This is my youngest son, Luo Zuoyuan.”
The middle-aged man surnamed Luo walked over and gently touched his son's forehead.
My face was full of distress.
Hardy also walked over, looking at the young man's appearance, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
“What’s wrong?”
Tiana asked.
She pays most attention to Hardy, and she can detect even the smallest expression on the latter's face.
“There is something wrong.”
Hardy then looked at the middle-aged man named Luo: “Mr. Luo, have you offended someone!” (End of Chapter)
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