"Based on our preliminary assessment, the cystic masses here in your lungs, and here, are likely not abnormal alveolar tissue, but tumors."
In the treatment room, a surgeon pointed at several small spots on the film.
"In addition to your lungs, similar abnormal tissues are present in your stomach, intestines, and even lymphatic system. If they are all tumors, then you may have more than thirty primary tumors throughout your body."
"Moreover, this may not be all of them. After all, the presence of so many primary tumors indicates that there must be a systemic problem with your body."
Murphy glanced at the other experts in the conference room. This was already the tenth joint consultation this month. "So, have you reached a conclusion? What exactly is wrong with me?"
The head of the joint diagnostic team was a white man with graying hair named Solans Batman.
He looked at the others, then finally said, "Director, although there are still half of the reports we haven't fully understood yet, we can already draw a rough conclusion about the condition of your body."
"Oh?" Murphy sat up straight. "Let's hear it."
"We suspect," Solans said with a strange expression on his face, "that you may be old."
"What?"
"We've discovered that many of the cells in your body show varying degrees of aging, and the distribution is uneven," Solans said. "These aged cells are more prone to replication errors, and also more prone to becoming cancerous..."
"This part is likely due to the effects of the Dittany Promoter, which caused the number of cell divisions throughout your body to increase too much in a short period of time."
Murphy frowned.
This conclusion was not exactly unexpected.
At the time, to heal the wounds all over his body and deal with the