[Comprehensive Lord HP] To eternal life to your love

"Sirius, you don't know how anxious and sad Lily and I are right now." In the bar, James was pouring bitter water on a handsome man with black hair and gray eyes. More and more anxious, "God, Sirius, I'm dying of anxiety! Do you remember what we said before, if I have a child, I will definitely ask you to be his godfather!"

"Yes yes yes...Harry is my godson, if that incident hadn't happened at that time." The man named Sirius obviously had the face and demeanor that could drive women crazy, and the few of them stalked here in a blink of an eye. The girl who watched had blushed and looked away shyly.

"Brother, don't get angry and help me find a way, okay?" James grabbed Sirius' tie and shook it fiercely.

Sirius, who hadn't had time to swallow the wine in his mouth, almost didn't spit it out, broke away from James' hand and bent over to cough for a while before recovering: "Okay, brother, I'll find a way for you... as long as you can Don't drag me out of the tender country on such a beautiful night. So first, Harry, he is now... ah, 15 years old, almost an adult, independent thinking ability, and you haven't thought about telling him everything? For example, how was he stolen in the first place?"

"Professor Dumbledore said that Harry knew all about it." James took a sip of his drink aggrievedly, "He said that Harry's identity and background are not simple."

"Not simple? Why is it not simple..." Halfway through the speech, the goblet in Sirius' hand suddenly fell to the ground, and the bright red wine soaked the expensive white carpet.

"God, Sirius?! Sirius, what's wrong with you?! Sirius? Sirius?!" James slapped Sirius' face but couldn't stop Sirius's bluish cheeks and upturned eyeballs.

"Ambulance...ambulance!!"

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"Dean, this Mr. Black's condition is too... incomprehensible." In Saint-Germans, two men in white lab coats were talking about something, "First we made the brain The slice was taken, and it was thought to be toxoplasmosis, that is, AIDS, and it was tested positive for AIDS, and everything pointed to AIDS, which is not wrong! But the patient denied any abnormal sexual behavior or injection behavior, and we could not find the pathogen.”

"If you can't find the source of the disease, you can't treat it?" The older man tapped the pathology report in front of him with a slender pen. "I thought the doctors under Sieber always flouted the hospital rules and regulations, huh?"

"...I admit that I have treated patients with AIDS when the system does not allow it." The man took a deep breath and clenched his hands on the table into fists, "The medicine doesn't work, the condition is getting worse .”

"It's not AIDS... have no idea?" The older man sighed, "The Black family is a nobleman, a very powerful nobleman."

"I can't solve it—I don't have the ability to cure this patient." The young doctor with a gloomy expression pointed to the line on the pathology report: "The patient's right hand twitched slightly, and the right muscle was weak" and shook his head, "How is my medical skill in this hospital? It is clear that people in our department have discussed it but are still helpless about it. There is only one person in the entire Saint-Germans who can solve the mystery of the disease that our department cannot diagnose. And that person I am on leave now, taking a year-long leave—a leave approved by you personally, the Dean."

"Sibir doesn't heal nobles." The dean took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, his tone mixed with helplessness.

"Professor Sieber doesn't heal annoying nobles." The man emphasized the adjective in front of nobles.

The dean took a flannel cloth and wiped his glasses: "I personally think that the Patriarch of the Black family, the father of the patient, is not a nobleman that people like."

"...I heard that Professor Sieber added a sentence to his visit list."

"There are always no secrets in the hospital. Is it because there are too many female nurses?" For Siber.] Probably... that's it."

The man took a deep look at the senior who was sitting in Dean Saint-Germont's position, pushed the chair away with a squeak, and walked out of the dean's room with the pathology report.

"Young people nowadays are really impatient. You should know that I want Siber to come back more than anyone else, okay?"

……

After leaving the dean's room, Annie, Sirius Black's attending doctor, walked towards the VIP ward, holding the pathology report in his hand.

"Hey! Annie!" Cordia, who came out of the pathology laboratory, saw the expression of his partner in the same department and felt that something seemed to have happened, "What's wrong?"

"I'm thinking about the possibility of using this method to force the real person in charge of this department to come back!" Annie opened the door of the ward and took a deep breath towards Mr. and Mrs. Black inside, and said:

"Mr. Black, Mrs. Black, your son's condition is deteriorating, and none of our doctors in Saint-Germont's current position can think or guess what happened to Master Black, so you two need to invite a A professor came to save your son's life."

"He is now the only hope for your son's survival."

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After Hermione woke up and asked about Harry, Ron hesitated for a long time about Patsy's sudden appearance and fight with Harry, and then said that he disappeared under the name, and the voice became smaller and smaller until the volume was lost.

"You just left?! Can't you explain it to Patsy?! Harry saved our lives!"

"I can't keep up with them... Patsy seemed to be yelling something at that time, I was so scared that I didn't hear it clearly..." Ron also knew that something was wrong, and he lacked confidence, "Hermione, don't be angry It's a big deal, shall we thank him and apologize next time..."

"Would I be angry with a brainless Weasley?" Hermione snorted, and then changed her voice, "By the way, Ron, have you seen the legendary Professor Sibley during your surgical practice?"

"You said it's a legend, how can I, a little intern, see it?" Ron said a little sourly, "With such a great reputation, why is there no case puzzle that he can't solve? An old man with gray hair."

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't know, I heard from those seniors that Professor Sieber is a very courageous and young doctor." Hermione's face was full of yearning and envy, "Being a doctor is probably the best thing to do." Like Professor Sieber! But I still like to be a pharmacist. The seniors have said that the best pharmacist in Saint-Germont is not the current head of the pharmacy department, but our Professor Prince. I heard that he is still a pharmacist. Where is the patriarch of the Purin family of the pharmacy family!"

"Tch, famous people are generally difficult to get along with. They are either coldly looking down on others or being so mean that they can sarcasm others." Ron snorted disdainfully, feeling very dissatisfied with Hermione's admiration, "You can see Prince Now, like a big black bat, the nobleman...huh!"

Hermione's face flushed with anger, and she glared at Ron fiercely: "You are simply unreasonable!"

"Why am I being unreasonable?! If you blindly worship them without knowing them, maybe what I said is the truth!" Ron spoke with a bit of unwillingness in his tone, but it sounded a bit weird.

"You...you! I won't tell you anymore!"

"Hmph, if you don't say it, don't say it..."

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