Devil's Music

The doctors who saw Alicia's face were slightly surprised, but they waited for Larry's words because only one photo did not justify stopping taking the antidepressant. Larry, who brought the picture up, stands in front of the picture, next to the statue.

“This is a picture taken two days ago. There are a lot of psychiatrists here, aren't there? Can you raise your hand? ”

When six of the doctors sitting in the convention hall raised their hands, Larry pointed to one person.

“Hey, Paul George? ”

When a doctor named Paul George got up from his seat, Larry said,

“Have you ever seen a first-degree patient smile so brightly? ”

Paul George considers for a moment and shakes his head.

“No, sir. ”

“Right? Thank you. Have a seat. ”

Larry walks down the aisle and says,

“You're probably thinking, What is the basis for a single photograph? Okay, let's say you don't smile very well, but you can't just take a picture when you're smiling because you can't stop smiling in your life. ”

When Larry saw the doctors nodding, he manipulated the controller, which reminded him of the video he saw on the CCTV screen again.

On the screen, Mother Murphy clasped her arms and muttered as she watched as she lay asleep in bed, ate food, and rapidly regenerated screens.

“Hmm... It seems to be improving..." ”

The screen changed and Alicia appeared walking the hallway in front of the hospital. A few steps away, Lisa catches up and looks like she's preparing for a sudden attack, but she looks calm as she walks along the trail.

After walking around with a gentle look on his face, Alicia approaches Lisa and says, "Moore." She smiles, crosses her arms with her, and goes inside the hospital. The doctors who saw it shouted.

“What is the level of communication with the general public? ”

“That's possible for a first-degree antidepressant patient? In a month? Oh, my God!! What happened? ”

“That's right! No way, explain it to me, Larry! ”

Larry goes back to the platform and puts on the microphone, watching the surgeons rush in.

“Haven't I already explained that to you, teachers? ”

The doctors shouted back at Larry's words.

“What are you talking about! ”

Larry shrugs and points at the screen.

“All I did for a month was check if the patients listened to the music on time. It was done by nurses. ”

Principal Murphy, who was just standing up, pointed at the screen and said in a frowning voice.

“Th-that's just an improvement you've been giving back for a month? What about the other meds? ”

“Nothing at all. In the past week, the medications that Alicia's patients have taken have been nothing but vitamin supplements. ”

Principal Murphy stammers with an unbelievable look on his face.

“Do you have any more new...... sample patients? ”

Larry smiles and presses the PPT controller.

“Yes, a total of four patients have completed the sample treatment and are currently showing improvement in power. ”

Larry showed Courtney and Mijin's samples in a video. In Courtney's case, the plastic tool that had eaten with a serious tendency to attack nurses or doctors showed that she could not sleep at night and then showed her current appearance.

I couldn't see him speaking yet, but I couldn't see him twitching his head at all, and it was Courtney who was just looking at him when the nurse approached, or when she touched his body.

In the case of mijin, I could see her covering her face and crying all day long, and I could see her lying there at night and waking up crying.

In the present appearance, depression was intact, but I did not see him wake up crying at night, and sometimes he cried, but it seemed to be significantly reduced.

Larry opens his mouth with gladness as he looks at the doctors who are even more surprised over time.

“This is the last patient. ”

When Larry finished, eight brain MRIs were embroidered this time.

“Barbara Dumas, age 79. Alzheimer's disease, four months a year. ”

Principal Murphy turned to the head of brain medicine sitting behind him and asked.

“Why is Alzheimer's in the psychiatric ward? Shouldn't you be in brain medicine? ”

The chief of cerebral medicine nodded.

“Usually in the brain medicine ward, but Barbara Dumas has lost her memory to an incurable level. He was admitted to the psychiatric ward five months ago because he was out of consciousness for less than an hour a day. ”

Principal Murphy looked forward again and said,

“Well…… Alzheimer's is a brain disease, so it can't be treated by music. ”

His muttering continues as Larry's next words turn into a frightening cry. Larry smiles.

“I put this patient on the list of therapists in the hope that this study might also help with brain disease. which was possible because all four patients were in the same room. ”

Larry explained by looking at the brain MRI picture on the screen.

“As you all know, the brain of Alzheimer's patients has severe cellular loss. Barbara Dumas' brain had cortical contractions, causing problems with the organs responsible for accidents, planning and memory. ”

As he manipulated the controller, other pictures came back to the screen.

“The first thing you saw was a photograph taken on the day she was admitted, and what you see here is a photograph taken four months after admission. As you can see, there's damage to the cortex, which is the memory of the hippocampal ridge. ”

Larry once again manipulated the controller, and a large portion of his brain turned black.

“And this is just before we moved from brain medicine to the psychiatric ward. The ventricles (fluid-filled spaces) are getting bigger and bigger, causing severe brain deterioration. At the time, she was able to stay in her mind for about an hour or two a day. ”

Larry steps forward and says,

“As most doctors know, most patients with Alzheimer's disease progress rapidly within two years, leaving only childhood memories. The brain, which was taken every four months just by the flow of the pictures you're seeing, is rapidly losing its function. And this is a brain MRI taken two days ago. ”

The doctors murmur as he manipulates the controller to remind him of the photos. For a moment, one of the doctors who gave their opinions raised his hand.

“M-Dr. Larry. There seems to be an error with the PPT. This is the same picture I showed you four months ago. ”

Larry smiles back to the top. Larry smiles and looks around at the doctors for a moment.

“This is not an error. The MRI was taken two days ago. ”

The doctors became noisy.

“What?! You mean you haven't had brain damage in four months? ”

“Does that make sense? It's been a month since we've made progress in treating it with music. There should be progress for the other three months. ”

“There wasn't anything wrong, was there, Larry? ”

Larry puts on the microphone, listening to the doctors, and the doctors are silent.

“Dr. Jeremy in Radiology? Are you here?”

Larry raises his hand, a black professor sitting at the back.

“This was done by Jeremy himself. Sir, please tell me. ”

Jeremy looks a little nervous as he concentrates on himself.

“This was taken exactly two days ago, and I compared it myself, and I was surprised to see Professor Larry. ”

Jeremy's confirmation is critical. Thanks to the doctors who are jumping up and down in their places, the backseat chairs make a commotion.

“Are you sure? ”

“This, if this is true, is big news in medicine! We need to report to the Conference right away! ”

“That's right, it's going to be a huge discovery, sir! ”

Principal Murphy raised his hand while looking at the photos, expressing a serious look among the noisy Busan doctors.

The principal raises his hands, and the doctors stop chattering in an instant. Larry reaches out his hand as if to speak, and Principal Murphy cautiously says.

“Let's be precise. Are you saying it's treatable, or has the progression stopped? ”

Larry looks at the picture and shakes his head.

“We don't know yet. because we didn't have time to prove it. But it's a metaphor for whether or not there's a microscopic therapeutic effect in this picture. because the evidence is that the cells that were supposed to be damaged for three months before music therapy were damaged. ”

Principal Murphy nods as if accepting.

“Are there all four sample patients? ”

“Yes, it is. ”

Principal Murphy stood up and looked around at the doctors and said,

“Increase the number of sample patients, and the psychiatrists help Larry with all the power. And as this research may be a discovery for humanity, not just for our hospitals, we're going to support all of the costs of treatment and research at the hospital level. ”

Principal Murphy vowed Larry, who nodded his elongated head as if the decision was natural, but with a poisonous look on his face.

“Dr. Larry? Is there a problem? ”

“Er... Actually, this will be on Kay's regular album, so it's not published yet. Increasing the sample patient is a breach of the contract, as you are contracted to only provide sound recording to four sample patients in your consultation with Fantasy, which requires your authorization and re-contract with Fantasy. ”

The doctors who heard Larry scream.

“Are you looking at your album revenues right now? It's a chance to cure a disease humanity can't conquer! ”

“That's right! Isn't it time to start thinking about money? ”

“Dammit! I'm saving lives. Do I have to think about that? ”

Director Murphy raises his hand and calms them down as he hears the doctors shout.

“What are you talking about? How offended would you feel if the person who provided you with the music as a favor listened to you? Didn't you hear what Larry said earlier? that they were hanging from our side and they were getting music.

Why do you take the unconditional sacrifice of people who are not medically involved under the excuse of medicine? Of course, I'm a doctor who thinks nothing is more important than life, but that's just what we think. Please refrain from profanity. ”

Some of the doctors who remained silent reflected on their remarks, and some were still unhappy.

Looking at some of that, I looked at my head, and I said, Principal Murphy.

“How can intellectuals think like that... Mr. Larry? So when does the album come out? ”

“Yes, Prelate. We're going to announce in the winter of this year. ”

“Hmmm… we have to wait a long time. No, please make arrangements to meet with the Fantasy Officer after the board meeting. ”

Larry smiled brightly as he realized that meeting the board meant paying for the sound recordings.

“Yes, Prelate! ”