Gene Therapy is state of the art medicine!
When it comes to gene therapy, it rewrites the body's genes, holding an image like that, but a little different.
Sanjing's congenital genetic disease, herbivorous disease, is simply a disease where the genes are starting to bug and produce poison. My body produces poison that kills me.
If left alone, he will die of poison, so he is able to survive by injecting regular poison-neutralizing drugs. When this medicine is injected, the preservative solution also enters the body together, but the preservative solution is weak and puts a strain on Sanjing's body.
This is why it is still better to accept weak poison and reduce it to small damage than to leave a strong poison behind and take heavy damage and die.
Grasshopper's disease, which could not be fundamentally resolved for a long time, but gene therapy solves it.
There's nothing more Sanjing can do about her body producing poison. So we're going to punch in the cells with the genes that produce the drugs so that they keep neutralizing the poison all the time.
If you can produce medicine in your body, you don't have to worry about eating damage with a mildly toxic preservative solution.
In the end, the herbivorous disease itself does not heal. It doesn't heal, but it completely eliminates the symptoms and keeps you healthy. It's like practically healed. That's the cure.
I don't know if you ask for more information, but it seems like some kind of spell-like mechanism that manages to 'retrieve bone marrow cells and gradually act multiple vectors to produce enzymes with rewritten molecular engineering designed toxinolytic functions. Wow.
Daddy Sanjing has given up all of his time playing and talking to his daughter, and instead, he has turned his back on curing her illness. Normally, I was not impressed by the light nights, so much so that the nurses at the hospital secretly gave me dishonorable hatred such as "unsavory kelp" and "sterile face", but when I was full of Sanjing to explain the gene therapy, I spilled a tear and ran a severe shock to the staff at the hospital.
After thirteen years of authentic research by such a person, the gene therapy was safe and fast, and three weeks after the start of the treatment, he was already discharged into home care and was to begin selecting the secondary school to be transferred to.
Congratulations!
Well.
A sharp, cold air freezes the tip of your nose December. Sanjing, who refrained from transferring to secondary school the next day, was coming to Tianyado in a car driven by Shigejiri. It's for surfacing and introducing the base.
Sanjong lowers the bag of characters embroidered with TL (Time Lady) and BG (Burning Girl) from her shoulder, wearing white gloves on a black coat, leather boots and even ear to ear on a muffler, and a heavy gear called Hokkairo under her clothes. The total cost of coordination throughout the body is 200,000 yen. Ten times my outfit. I'm kind of the only daughter of the dean of a large hospital in the heart of the city, so I'm good. You look pale though.
The boxed lady was uncommonly touching the foliage of the ornamental plant placed in the corner of the underground staircase at the entrance to Tianyado while Shigeji was preparing her forehead in the side mirror of the car. Baba used to buy it for him and leave it behind. I don't take care of him properly just because he waters when I remember him, but he grows up a lot.
Sanjing said that she lived thirteen years and left the hospital grounds to the extent that it could be counted with both hands. After a long and struggling life, I was free to go out from now on, but he seemed uncomfortable and uncomfortable.
Eventually, when Shigeji decided his hair perfectly and came down the basement stairs, Sanjing grabbed Shigeji's sleeve. Shigeji smiles at Sanjing as she looks up anxiously and gently strokes her head with her broken hand. Grandpa, I feel the power increase......!
Shoutaki-san and Shoutaki-san welcome the two people who came into the store with the sound of Bell. Ig and Langhua are absent because they are taking a day trip to see the Nikko Sal Legion Theatre with Mr. Bear as the driver. Sanjing already subscribed to Tianzhao, so there is no need to introduce her again. However, this is my first meeting with Mr. Tsuki.
"Welcome to Heavenly Lights. You're welcome."
"Huh? Oh, yes, thank you?
Sanjong-chan is Kyodo in a visual pre-emptive attack by Taki-san in a modified sailor outfit. Even the first time I met him, I would have found out that Mr. Kichigi was Mr. Kichigi.
"Um, Mr. Tsuki, TL (Time Lady), right?
"Yep. I'll answer you ahead of the question, but I'm wearing sailor clothes because they're cute, and this face is plastic surgery, breast augmentation surgery, and I'm making it sound. And..."
"Holy shit,"
"- I haven't read my mind. You wanted to say this dialogue once."
Sanjing-chan is stunned, and Tsuki-chan is exceedingly stunned.
I know. I want to say it, too. But if I did, it would only be a fucking embarrassing flow like, "Answer the question ahead of time, but I'm wearing bartender clothes because I'm a bartender." "I'm not going to ask that."
"I know what you mean. Shouta Takahashi. It's called FK."
"Mr. Freezing Knight, you know,"
"With a last name or a name, no, call me Apostle of Fire. Seniors are fine."
"I'll make it a senior. Um, senior, can I have your autograph?
Shota-kun was happy to sign when he was offered the colored paper he had put out of his bag. It's like a celebrity. Celebrities? They sell names on a global scale. I wonder if some people know FK even if they don't know the name of their prime minister.
San-jing, who was signed by Shota-kun, also signed me and Mr. Kichigi. Mr. Tsuki signed as stylish as an entertainer, but I just wrote the uninteresting "Invisible Titan" crossword that elementary school students would write in hard writing hours.
Sorry, I don't know how to break a letter... I guess I should have practiced my autograph.
"Let's do the nonsense."
"I don't want it"
I feel sorry for Shige, who is bassari turning me down trying to sign and give me the note form.
When Sanjing, who was satisfied after collecting the signatures of the world-renowned psychics, disappeared to the underground secret base under the guidance of Mr. Tochigi, Shota-kun turned on his earphones in the corner seat and began listening to English. Shigeji sat in the counter seat, nostalgic for the trashed signatures, and ordered to worry.
"Hapsburg Absinthe Extra Strong in Rock"
I'm begging you for something.
Hapsburg Absinthe Extra Strong is a 89.9% alcohol liqueur. It's a crazy alcoholic beverage with a higher degree than disinfectant, and the liquor maker turns bright red on his face with a glass of it. Normally I don't even put it in a tavern.
"Don't you have one? I always love drinking, but if I don't, I don't have a choice. Others."
"Yes."
"See?"
When the thin green bottle was released from the shelf, Shigejiri faded pale in plain sight.
You ordered it in advance with no omen on it. You have it, this is it.
Tianyado has a huge selection of products funded by Mr. Tsuki. Tianyado is no ordinary tavern.
When I put ice made of ice mold in the glass and let it out, Shigeji received it with his usual triple trembling hand. I'm gonna flicker at my face like I'm looking for an excuse.
What is it? I asked you to drink it.
But if you say you don't need it, I'll lower it. If you say so.
I can drink strong liquor. I want to play cool. Don't tell Shigeji.
He said he was under silent pressure while nibbling inside. I looked like I noticed something and unglazed it gooey.
Yes, I did! I drove here! Call a cab when you get home!
Shigejiji, who drank murderous liquor, speaks perplexingly.
"Huh, the first cup is still limited to this. I like the unique pain. The world tells me that he's a tight alcoholic, but for a drunk like Noh, yes, he's just an aperitif. Next time, let's get some Spiritus."
Before entering the coffin, you wanted to preserve the alcohol, and Shigeji started asking for more than 80% alcohol one after the other. If I get acute alcohol poisoning, it will be my turn to drive the PSI, but I will keep putting it out, but to my surprise, no matter how many drinks I have, it is flat.
The long story of an old man I haven't even heard never stops, his tone is firm, and he doesn't even have redness on his face.
Normally, he's gonna fall. This is it. Was he really an alcoholic? What kind of liver is that?
I was thorough with the waiter, admiring the sigger who dried the glass to show off for a while, but I finally noticed around drinking the seventh glass of Dover Spirits (88% alcohol) like water.
Don't subspace the booze you drank, now, do you?
That's why I'm pimping on reason!
You're not using your psychic powers like that!
"Subspace containment……………"
"Hmm?"
The squeaky hand stopped. The expression looks really strange, but it looks like a star.
"Next."
"……… iced coffee."
As soon as Tane was spotted, he ran away. You can't hate places like this.
Sanjingchan and Shigeji returned from the underground secret base as Shigeji drank the black iced coffee with a subtle bitter look on his face. Sanjing is a little sloppy for some reason.
"I'm leaving today, because I have work to do. See you later."
Mr. Tsuki tells Sanjing and winks back at me. Sanjing sat next to Shigeji and complained as she pinched the persimmon pea of her knob.
"I thought a secret society was more of a slaughter."
Leaning her neck, Sanjing pointed at her mouth.
"Mr. Tsuki is dating his master, right?"
"No."
"Lie. I've been showing you the secret base and making you smell something, I'm definitely dating you. So Takahashi and Lotus are dating."
That's, well.
"And then there's Mr. Bear? And Ig's making animal couples, right? I have a date today."
Shigejiri sprayed the iced coffee. I almost laughed, too.
What the fuck is that coupling!
"We're all stuck with someone, aren't we? What is it? Do I have to go out with someone when I get into Heavenly Lights? I stick around."
Remember His Highness Lou. Shouldn't we just aim for the balls?
"Hmm...... let's do this. Sasaku-kun breaks up with Taki-kun and sticks with Hinoshi-kun. Let's get Kusaki-kun."
"I'll smash you to death (all guillettes)"
"Hih."
"Just kidding."
I accidentally leaked the truth. Why don't you?
San-jing just turned her blue-white face white.
I'm sorry about Shige. Look, I know this is a joke, but if I tell you next time, you'll have less life expectancy, so be careful.
They left before it was too late at night, and Shota-kun was also given a ride home in Shigeji's car.
The bar gets quiet. As I was clearing the glass, I found Sanjing forgetting the book.
The title is "Ten Disasters that Destroy Humanity"?
When the contents were torn apart, psychic powers, alongside plagues and meteorites, were cited as the cause of annihilation.
The most absurd, the most realistic. Sounds bad.
But San-jing, you won't be able to read and be jerked off at school like this. I have a bad mouth, and can my friends? The roots are good kids, so I think we can get along if we get a chance...
... Oh, no, you know what?
Is Mr. Tsuki planning his next event in anticipation of that?
There is no one first who dislikes someone who helped himself. Is that so?
There is also an intention that the (,,,,) terrorist (,,,,,) event that attacks the school (,,,,,) is to make Sanjing's middle school debut work.
I see!