The door was slammed shut by Penello. Allen's gaze lingered on Hermione's tear-stained face for a while.
Allen rubbed his forehead with his fingers and sighed. His body seemed to shrink as he said in a low voice, "I have to admit to you, Hermione. I know about these experiments, and I'm the one who asked the doctor and Four-Eyes not to tell you. I did it behind your back. "
Even though Hermione was exhausted from the torment of guilt, she still noticed that Allen's tone was a little stiff compared to the past. And according to Allen's usual behavior, he would be more intimate, like touching her head...
So Hermione held Allen's hand and said with some pain, "Oh no, Allen, you don't have to bear such a mistake just to comfort me."
"Hermione, do you know about the development of Muggle medicine?" Allen saw that Hermione did not believe him and did not continue to pester her. Seeing that his questions could make Hermione habitually think, he continued slowly, "Exploring the unknown and conducting experiments for this purpose will inevitably lead to some dark side and sacrifice. In the development of Muggle medicine, because there are no anesthetics or blood transfusions, there is a period of time where they try to speed up as much as possible... "Allen paused," For amputations, there are people who amputated a thigh in less than seven seconds. There are also military doctors who performed more than two hundred operations in twenty-four hours, an average of one every seven minutes... "
Hermione looked at Allen with a puzzled expression and did not say anything. She did not understand why he was talking about this.
"Is there any extra benefit to being so fast? Of course, at least it can reduce the time of pain. "Allen saw Hermione looking at him and squeezed out a smile." Is there any harm? There are so many... First of all, after directly amputating, the flesh will retract from the cut surface, which will lead to the bone being left outside. Also, the flesh that is cut open with a saw is very rough, and it will take several years to fully recover. In addition, if the surgery is too fast... it will cause an unexpected incision. " He paused and took a sip of sugar-free cola, "There is a Muggle doctor called Robert Liston who is known as the fastest knife in Scotland. In order to pursue speed... speed means more mistakes. He once cut off a patient's leg in two and a half minutes, but because he used too much force, he also cut off the patient's breast. A teenager with a neck ulceration was misdiagnosed due to Liston's overconfidence. When he cut open the affected area with the knife, the teenager immediately vomited blood and died... The most exaggerated surgery was a surgery with a 300% mortality rate...."
"The ancient Muggle medicine is too scary!" Hermione's face was even more fearful and confused, "But 300% mortality rate? Why would there be three deaths in one surgery? "
"At that time, Liston cut down the patient's leg with a saw, but at the same time, the finger of the assistant who helped to hold the patient's leg was cut off. The patient whose leg was cut off by him at lightning speed died of an infection the next day... This was quite common at that time because there was no concept of disinfection at that time. His assistant's finger was cut off by him and he also died of an infection. Another innocent victim was a famous doctor who was present to observe the surgery. The blade he threw out pierced the vital part between his legs. It was not serious, but it was estimated that he just happened to have a heart disease, so he died of shock due to fear..."
Hermione sucked in a breath of cold air. "Alan, what do you mean?" Hermione was shocked by the cruelty in ancient medical history.
"After that, Liston took the lead in using ether as an anesthetic. It can be said that Liston promoted the popularization of anesthesia … He invented transparent gelatin gluing plaster, a bulldog clamp that locked the artery, and started to use leg splints to stabilize dislocation and fracture of the femur. These are still in use today. In addition, the Liston knife was named after him …" Allen said seriously, "So, Hermione, the reason why the modern medicine of Muggle can be so advanced today is because of these pioneers who used various experiments on human lives that seemed bloody and ignorant to outsiders. It was accumulated from the research of why this patient would die and why this patient could live … I'm not lying to you when I told you that I knew what Four-Eyes and the others were doing. I did acquiesce to their actions. You also know my attitude towards the pursuit of knowledge and truth …" Allen pressed both of his hands on Hermione's shoulders. It was also the first time he put his hands on her body today, "I'm not wrong about using death row prisoners and maliciously spreading the werewolf virus to do experiments to save the werewolves. I'm not wrong about this. You, who didn't know about it, are not wrong either … The one who's wrong is the mysterious person who deliberately used them on Muggle … Hermione, think about it. If the mysterious person didn't use the magic potion that's harmful to Muggle this time, but bought the products produced by our umbrella … For example, the candies that we produced and stuffed people to death, would you still think that we're responsible?"
"Allen... I know what you mean..." Hermione nodded in agreement, but she still shook her head because she thought it was a little sophistry. "But this time, it's different. We could have avoided it. After all, it's an entire city of people..."
"Yes, I could have avoided it..." Allen's face turned paler. He crossed his fingers and clenched them tightly. "But this crime has nothing to do with you. It's my responsibility..." Allen spoke even slower. He began to look at Hermione. "Hermione, your eyes are bloodshot. You're too tired... I'll take you back to the island in the middle of the lake to sleep. You'll have the energy to deal with other things when you wake up..."
"I can't, Allen. Dumbledore and Penello are right. There's always something I can do. I should take action..." Hermione said. She raised her head and looked at Allen's red eyes. "Besides, you should..."
Before she could finish, Hermione's vision turned black and she lost consciousness. Allen held her in his arms. Allen did not give her any room to argue. He directly used magic to make Hermione fall into a deep sleep. Then, he stepped into the shadows and took Hermione back to the castle in the middle of the lake. He carried Hermione to the double bed in her room, took off her coat and covered her with the quilt.
Allen, who was about to leave, stopped and turned back to squat by the bed. He reached out his right hand, gently stroked Hermione's hair, and put his finger on her forehead. After an invisible magic wave, he covered her with the quilt again and turned to leave the room.
As soon as Allen came out of the room, Helena came out from behind a pillar.
"Father." The ghost pointed in the direction of Hermione's room. "What happened to Miss Granger? I saw that she seemed to have fainted. "
"This incident made her a little nervous. I think she is too tired... so let her sleep for a few hours." Allen waved his hand weakly. In fact, in addition to letting Hermione sleep, he also tried to use the magic that Luna used to influence people's minds to ignore some problems. Although he was not very skilled at it, it should be able to reduce her guilt when she woke up.
"I saw Miss Krivat also knocked down the statue while walking." Helena nodded and then said unhappily, "But father, maybe you should pay attention to mother? Mrs. Malfoy and I haven't seen her for a few days. Do you know where she is? She's still pregnant. No one is by her side. I'm a little worried. You know, Mother doesn't know how to take care of herself. "
"Your mother... she has her own things to do these days." Alan's pale face tried to show a comforting smile. "Helena, don't worry. Your mother is very powerful … I think she must have gone out to look for something that she wants to eat … I promise that she will be back soon. There won't be any danger … You know that we have the Blood Oath on us. We can sense each other's condition and location …"
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