The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

Chapter 272 Immortality?

Zhang Qi had many confusing dreams.

In the dream, I was sitting on a high ice cliff, looking down boredly at the blue ocean with floating ice cubes.

He seemed to be the only one between heaven and earth, and the sudden feeling of loneliness and boredom almost suffocated him to death.

The scene changed accordingly. When Zhang Qi opened his eyes this time, he found that he had been thrown into the crater.

Dreams are as real as reality, and you will feel the same pain if you are hurt here.

Before being boiled alive by the lava, Zhang Qi finally understood the above truth.

In the boundless chaos, he lost consciousness again.

"Ah, we meet again, although this way may make you uncomfortable."

The chaotic consciousness became clear again. Zhang Qi tried his best to open his eyes and found that he seemed to be lying on a precise instrument.

A thick blood transfusion needle was inserted into his arm and connected to one end of the machine. At the other end of the machine, there was also a transparent injection tube connected to the blood pump, and the injection tube was inserted into a patient who looked exactly like him. On the boy's arm.

"In order to make it easier for you to understand our current relationship, I constructed this space. How is it? Are you satisfied?"

The man smiled weakly at him.

"You mean, I'm extracting your power for healing right now"?

Zhang Qi simply lay on the bed and asked casually.

"It is indeed true. That bullet successfully filled your lungs with blood. Although you can still survive according to the magical power of this world, it will definitely leave you with painful sequelae for the rest of your life. ".

The young man lying on another hospital bed said calmly.

"Then what should I call you"?

Zhang Qi felt his body, and his strength was indeed gradually recovering.

"Just call me Bai."

The young man replied weakly.

"So, again, I really don't believe there is a free lunch in this world. What is your real purpose?"

Zhang Qi asked in an almost chatting tone as he lay there.

"Conventional conversational skills are of no use to me, so you don't have to create an atmosphere just to trick me."

Bai smiled slightly, and then continued:

"It's true that all this is not free, but you have already paid the price."

"At what cost"?

Zhang Qi asked.

"Well, can I not tell you this?"

Bai sighed and asked helplessly.

"Can't".

Zhang Qi turned to look at him, and their eyes met.

"Oh, forget it, let me give you a little tip."

The two stared at each other for a while, and Bai finally couldn't bear the gaze, so he spoke:

"Remind you one thing, that girl, don't let her have devastating mood swings, otherwise it will cause huge harm to you and the world."

"Astoria? What on earth do you mean?"

Zhang Qi asked in a deep voice.

"Actually speaking, there is a gap between species and higher levels between us. If I can remind you to this level, you have done your best. The rest is up to you to think about."

"Oh, by the way, actually, I can teach you one more thing."

At this time, Bai suddenly spoke in the strange silence.

Valley"However, I have no interest."

Zhang Qi snorted.

"Ah, no, no, no, I think you humans will definitely be interested in this technology."

"After all, who can deny true eternal life?"

Bai said with a smile.

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"Ms. Zirol, nothing will happen to him, right?"

In the infirmary of Hogwarts, the girl who had just woken up looked anxiously at Zhang Qi, who was having difficulty breathing, with an extremely anxious look on her face.

"I don't know exactly, but I hope he's OK."

Hekmadia took a deep breath, and then tore off the plastic paper attached to Zhang Qi's back to balance the internal and external air pressure.

When a person is hit in the chest by a bullet, he must help the injured person up as soon as possible, and then cover the wound with a piece of plastic paper, with three sides taped shut, leaving only one side empty.

In this case, when the wounded person inhales, the plastic paper will be firmly adhered to the wound by the blood to prevent outside air from entering and compressing the lung lobes.

When the wounded person exhales, the blood in the chest can be quickly discharged from the body through the non-stick side of the plastic paper, without causing very serious consequences.

Hekmadia was already prepared to deal with heavy bleeding the moment he removed the tape.

However, when the tape was torn off, no blood flowed out.

The wound still exists, but the blood vessels inside have been sealed and will not continue to bleed.

"Tsk, such a perverted physical condition? What did I give birth to?"

Hekmadia let out a sigh of relief when he saw this situation, then took off his gloves and raised his silver forged wood wand.

The sound of bodily fluids being squeezed came from inside the wound. After a while, a brass bullet stained with a lot of blood and slightly deformed was pulled out.

He gently threw the warhead into the enamel tray next to him. At this time, the blood accumulated in the lungs was slowly drawn out along with the wound. Zhang Qi's bruised face instantly relaxed a lot.

"Healed as before".

Madam Pomfrey next to her also raised her wand, and the light blue light connected the tip of the wand and the wound.

The damaged muscle tissue began to rapidly proliferate, and new blood vessels re-entered the muscles like earthworms.

Where the bone is broken, cartilage cells proliferate and then solidify into bone.

"He lost a lot of blood. I just took a blood supplement."

At this moment, Snape came in angrily carrying a bottle filled with red liquid, and placed it on the open space of the table.

"Thanks, Severus".

Hekmadia nodded tiredly.

Firearm wounds to the chest are difficult to treat in surgery, even with the blessing of magic.

If he had been sutured according to the ordinary methods of wizards, Zhang Qi would have died of suffocation or infection in all likelihood because the blood in his lungs and the air in his chest had not been drained out.

"It should be almost done."

Hekmadia picked up the warhead and observed it carefully.

"Have you found out who did it?"

Dumbledore asked nervously.

"You just said that he was temporarily lost in a period of time and space. Now I can confirm where this period of time and space is."

Hekmadia sighed, then cleaned the warhead and put it into his arms.