Chapter 1276: Andhumara's Milk

Unbelievable things, unbelievable circumstances, Amy thought that her ears had misheard, and looked at her doctor with amazement, hoping that the doctor would tell her it was not true.
The doctor's words once again gave Amy a heavy blow: "You are pregnant for almost two months, haven't you noticed it yourself?"
"I... two months pregnant? It's impossible! I can't be pregnant with his child! I..." Tears again appeared in the long-empty eyes: "...how can I be pregnant with his child."
The doctor said: "So for your child, you should take care of yourself. Otherwise, the mother will be injured and there will be signs of miscarriage."
"Miscarriage...Yes." Amy said hurriedly, "Doctor, I don't want this child, help me... Help me get rid of this child."
"This…"
Amy said, "This is the child of the person I hate most in my heart. I don't want it. This child is the sin of my life."
"I don't think you should do this." The doctor persuaded: "I don't know what you experienced, but the child is innocent. Although the child is the child of the person you hate, it is also your child. Besides, Because your physical condition is absolutely not suitable for abortion, your heart has not healed, and if you risk a miscarriage, you will die of both mother and child, and your life will be in danger."
"I don't care!" Amy yelled frantically, "I must do this kid, I don't want..." The depression hurt her body, pain came from her heart.
The doctor hurriedly said: "Don't get angry, hurry up and stabilize your mood, and the nurse will give her medicine."
After the medication, Amy’s pain gradually disappeared, but she still refused to have the child: "In any case, I don’t want him even if I die. That person killed my father and mother, how can I...how can I help him? Having a baby? This is unforgivable..." He said, tears in his eyes.
The doctor knew that it was useless to persuade her now, but was afraid that it would cause her to get angry and hurt her heart. This matter could not be seen clearly and only by herself, so he ordered the nurse to take good care of her and left the ward.
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In a small wooden village built in the mountains and forests, more than a dozen doctors and nurses are treating the wounds of the sorrows who live here. Some of these people were seriously injured, and they had to have good medical equipment to heal them, but these people seemed reluctant to leave here, and paid a large sum of money to buy all the equipment needed for medical treatment.
Zalberg couldn't go with these people to the high-level hospitals in the big cities to treat the injuries. It was so eye-catching that such a large group of people were all masters.
The fourth black dragon left after slightly handling his injury. He didn't feel too sad for the death of his companion. Mercenaries are originally an industry with their heads in their heads, and they become numb when they die. What's more, this matter was originally due to their greed. If you leave early, you will not be involved if you don’t participate in this matter. The result now. Killing and killing, Celeste Bingzhixie is already dead, it is useless to think more.
Of course, before leaving, Zalberg really gave the fourth black dragon a large commission, and the prince of conviction was not stingy in this regard.
"How is Eugene's injury?" Outside the wooden house, Zalberg asked the doctor who had just come out of the house to rest. Among the people, Zalberg was the least injured, and he did not participate in the battle. Also protected by everyone.
The doctor shook his head: "Almost all of his internal organs have been severely injured, coupled with the rushing on the road, and the failure to arrive in time for treatment, the situation is really not optimistic. If it weren't for his extraordinary ability, he used magic to stabilize it. Living in the internal organs, ordinary people will not be able to live long ago."
"That means he is still saved?"
"No." The doctor said: "I have used a lot of green vines for him, but the damage to his internal organs is much more serious than expected. I don't dare to pack a ticket for life or death."
Zalberg hurriedly said: "Did he not give him a medicine that promotes cell recovery and rapid regeneration?"
The doctor said: "I have used it, but based on his current biological condition, some drugs should not be overdone. To be honest, on the good side, the probability that he will survive is not more than 30%. The main reason is that he is old. If it were young people, the situation would be much more optimistic than it is now."
"No more than three levels." Zalberg felt a little sad. Eugene is the Sorcerer King of Saint Bikya, who has mastered the secrets of many countries. Now he has finally agreed to help himself, but he didn't think so. Faced with such a situation in a short time, how can this make people not sigh. What's more, Eugene was also trying his best to face the impact of the catastrophe to protect him. Otherwise, if they left them alone, Eugene was afraid that there would be no such disaster.
In the room, Eugene's consciousness was still sober, and he saw Zalberg come in and said: "Prince, I can rest assured that you are okay."
"Sir, don't say that, take a good rest and don't talk." Zalberg walked to the bed to visit him.
Eugene shook his head: "I know my situation myself, and the doctor is optimistic, but I am afraid I will not survive. It's a pity that I am too late to make a contribution to the prince. I will come a few years earlier. Just help you."
"Eugene..."
Eugene wanted to cough, but couldn't resist coughing and said: "I'm an old bone. Even if I don't die now, I haven't lived for a few years. It's worth keeping the Prince safe and sound. I...I think If you say that St. Bikya’s throne is none other than you, Radat...he can’t make a big thing, only you are the king of St. Bikya, the king I agree with in my heart, Zalberg, you must not let me down. Hope."
"I won't, Zalberg, the throne of St. Picea, will definitely get it. But I hope Eugene, you can witness with your own eyes, you will be fine."
Eugene shook his head, closed his eyes and stopped talking.
After leaving the house, Zalberg made up his mind to find the bloodthirsty demon: "Did you bring the bottle of Andhumara's milk I entrusted to you with you?"
"Take it. Why, do you want to use it?"
Zalberg said: "Eugene's life is dying, and the only thing that can save him is the small bottle of milk."
The bloodthirsty demon said shudderingly: "My lord, the breast of Andhumala has the miraculous effect of reviving the dead. Even if you are severely injured alive, as long as you still have a trace of breath, you can get better after taking it. This thing It’s extremely rare, and it’s hard to find a second bottle in the entire world. Such a precious thing was originally used at the most critical time when you kept it, why..."
"Now is the most critical moment!" Zalberg said: "A thing is a treasure if you use it. If you don't use it, it can't even match a bottle of ordinary milk. Andhumara's milk is not meant for me. Use is the best, and it can be used by the people who need it the most to maximize its value. I am protected by you, what opportunity do I have to use such a treasure? Needless to say, take it out, even if there is no Anderhu in the world. Mara’s breast, I also think it’s worthwhile."
Seeing that the prince had made his decision, the bloodthirsty demon took out the only finger bottle of Andhumara's breast from the space treasure and handed it to the prince.
It was the night, after the Sorcerer King Eugene had taken Andhumara's milk, his injury really improved. It is said that the taste of Andhumala's is extremely bitter, and after taking it, it has a soothing and hypnotic effect to make people sleepy. As expected, Eugene fell asleep very quickly, and he slept very deeply.
After listening to the doctor's inspection instructions, Zalberg was relieved. He knew that Eugene's injury had improved. The cold wind was rustling, and the trees around the village were making noise. At this time, most of the injuries were still being treated, even Apollo and Rehog, and no one bothered him. Zalberg stood alone by the woods for a long time, as if thinking about something.
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(Note ①Andhumala: The cow of the breastfeeding giant Ymir in Norse mythology. The breath of this cow is scented, and the bitter milk drips from the four , and the giant the cow’s bitter milk to maintain Life. After sucking full milk and filling his stomach, Ymir was attacked by the inevitable sleepiness, lying on the ice and sinking into a dreamless sleep.)