Laboratory, main laboratory.

Richard, who was lying on the ground, slowly opened his eyes, could feel that his physical condition was improving, his strength was slowly recovering, he took a long breath and sat up.

Pandora was still watching, her eyes wide open.

Richard glanced at Pandora, squeezed out a smile on his face, and tried to reassure: "I'm fine, it's just an accident, you don't have to ......"

Richard was halfway through his sentence when his voice stopped abruptly.

Pandora's eyes blinked.

Richard's brows furrowed, and at this moment he suddenly felt another change in the state of his body, the most obvious being ......

Reaching out to his throat, Richard could clearly feel that the area of the laryngeal mucosa was rapidly increasing in edema.

Richard tried to breathe, a "hissing" gut-wheeze sound from deep in his throat, and he could clearly feel that the inhalation and expulsion were suppressed, and breathing became difficult.

The area of the laryngeal mucosa is still edema, and after a while, the entire trachea is blocked.

Richard tried to inhale, but the oxygen could not be absorbed into his lungs at all, and at this moment the body and the outside world seemed to become two worlds.

Severe laryngeal obstruction!

Richard's eyebrows furrowed at the same time, realizing the seriousness of the problem.

Richard didn't know how this "severe laryngeal obstruction sign" occurred, because there are many mechanisms: allergies, infections, trauma, and systemic diseases.

But one way or another, it has to be dealt with, and it has to be done quickly.

Because it's a suffocating, fatal symptom.

Richard stood up with his hands on his hands and walked to the side, Pandora watching nervously.

"Knock knock!"

There is less and less oxygen left in the body, and the heart beats more and more, as if it has a premonition of death, and is making a final struggle, which obviously consumes more oxygen.

Richard staggered as he walked, his face purple from bloodshot congestion, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Da Da Da ......"

Pandora ran over, not knowing how to help Richard, but still trying to hold on.

With Pandora's support, Richard walked to a desk in the laboratory with difficulty, when his brain began to faint due to lack of oxygen.

Richard gritted his teeth, reached out to open a wooden box on the table, and took out a sterile scalpel from it, which was placed across his neck. The other hand lands on the top part of the trachea and slowly moves downward, counting as it moves.

"One, two, three......"

After half a ring, Richard's hand stopped at the third cartilage ring of the organ and pressed it lightly. Because of the suffocation, Richard's eyes had begun to darken, but the hand holding the sterile scalpel was still steady, sliding to the part where the fingers were pressing, and cutting it without hesitation.

Cut your throat!

"Poof!"

The scalpel cut in, blood oozed out, and at the same time, a large amount of air poured down the cut trachea into the lungs.

"Breathe—breathe—"

Richard took a deep breath, stood firm, and his face returned to normal.

How can you suffocate if you die by suffocation? The trachea is cut open and goes straight to the lungs? After all, it is not the nose and mouth that breathe but the lungs.

Of course, this method of cutting the throat is considered a dangerous treatment, after all, there are the most important blood vessels in the body in the throat - the carotid aorta, internal jugular vein, and external jugular vein. Once you don't grasp it well and cut the wrong part, it will cause a lot of blood loss, and the gods can't save it. And if the blood vessels and organs are cut at the same time, the blood flows into the trachea, the lungs are filled with blood, and the blood is drowned, which is even more painful - in fact, this is the way most people die after their throats are cut.

Richard thought about this, and after cutting his throat, he did not stop, but quickly proceeded with the follow-up treatment.

Take out the quill tube and insert it into the leather tube, disinfect it all, and stick it through the wound cut out of the trachea before.

Once inside, pull out the stiff quill tube and remove a large amount of mucus from the throat due to edema.

After the mucus was removed, the tube was kept in the neck to prevent the wound from closing, and it was simply fixed with a rope, and Richard kept this "intubation" state, and carried out the rest of the treatment as if nothing happened.

He took out the syringe, inhaled various liquids, and injected them intravenously into his body in order, feeling the constant changes in his body, Richard adjusted the type and dosage of the medicine.

Eventually, Richard injected the numerous potions into his body, watched the bright red life potions disappear into his veins, dropped the syringe, lay down on the floor of the laboratory, and began to wait quietly.

He did all the treatments he could, and the rest depended on the body's reaction. If it's really the worst outcome, then there's nothing he can do.

Closing his eyes, Richard remained motionless.

Pandora watched from the side, watched for a long time, and finally slowly approached Richard, and lay down next to Richard, also motionless. She didn't know what to do to help Richard, but at least she had the option to wait by the side.

Well, wait.

"Breathe—breathe—"

"Shhh

The sound of Pandora's breathing and Richard's slightly noisy throat gasps blended together, and the night was silent......

......

The night was quiet, like a sleeping baby, like the last taste of the darkness before dawn.

The street where Frank's Tavern is located has been reduced to rubble.

The houses on both sides of the street were completely reduced to rubble, and the rubble and broken walls occupied the entire view.

Macbeth and Armstrong sat in the corner of the ruins, looking up at the sky.

Figures flew in the sky, quickly landing on the ruined streets, looking at the two men with surprise on their faces—both wizards who had arrived after the White Stone Tower had noticed the loud noise.

One wizard, two wizards, three wizards......

When the sixth wizard arrived, Macbeth's eyebrows moved, and the five wizards who had arrived before looked at the visitor in surprise, and then bowed their heads slightly to show respect.

The sixth wizard was a woman—a beautiful woman, convex and backward, and her appearance was very similar to that of the wizard who registered the students at the White Rock Tower, but not Modesty.

The other party's name is Mayphyris, and she is the sister of Modester, and she is considered a high-ranking figure in the White Rock Tower. She and her sister Modesty are almost polar opposites – Modesty is moody, and she is cold.

At this time, Mayphielis just looked at Macbeth and Armstrong with a cold face and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Mayfelis......" Macbeth was about to say a few polite words, but was interrupted by Mayfelis's wave.

"Stop talking nonsense, tell me, what the hell is going on?"

"Well, okay...... "It's actually very simple, someone appeared in the search area of me and Armstrong, and we suspected that she might be the one who frequently disrupted the order of Whitestone City before, so we started with her, and then it became what it is now." Macbeth spoke, gesturing toward the ruins around him.

Mayphylis glanced at her and asked, "What about the other party?"

"Ran. Macbeth said calmly.

"Ran away?" Mephiliss frowned, "You two just let her run away?"