Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1033 1015. Extend the space
Gedemitis's heart disease had been afflicting him for too long.

When he was young, he used to be unscrupulous and sensual, but it wasn't until he had a heart problem that he became the amiable old man he is now.

And that was hundreds of years ago.

Although magic is powerful, there is no treatment for his heart disease, so he can only pay attention to it on his own.

When he is sleeping or unconscious, he must have his attendants or apprentices prepare expensive elixirs or talismans for him.

These methods allowed him to live to his current age even though he had a heart disease, and he seemed to be in good condition.

It's just that his energy is consumed too quickly. After all, maintaining his body due to heart disease is equivalent to casting spells around the clock while he's awake.

This results in that although he is powerful, has outstanding qualifications and is famous, he has very little time to deal with things in a day.

After basically working hard for a few hours, I started to feel so lethargic that I needed to rest.

Over time, although people still respect his strength and experience.

This is also a headache for Henry Gedimitis. As the dean of Ben Ad Academy, he can be said to be the most powerful human mage in the world.

He even made gestures on himself: his hand was like a claw, he grabbed at the left chest, pulled it out and pressed it back.

Tissaya sat next to Lan En and spoke calmly.

"His condition is beyond hope."

"The heart disease has taken root in his body for hundreds of years. He relied on magic to hold it back, but the heart has probably turned into a mass of diseased flesh."

"So, the direction of the surgery has been decided?"

Gedemitis sat on a chair with his hands folded in front of his abdomen, looking relaxed and contented.

This was also the reason why Gdymitis was sitting there just now, smiling and making Margarita feel uncomfortable.

It was as if he was not the one whose heart was about to be taken out.

"To directly perform such a major operation?" Now Lan En seemed to be worried. "In the case of heart disease, if the problem is not serious, you only need to replace some tissue on the heart, and replace the entire heart."

After all, as long as you know a few magic tricks, you can basically guarantee a life without worries about food and drink in this world.

Lan En nodded silently, and at the same time, his brain began to simulate the surgical procedures in conjunction with Mentos.

Even Margarita said based on the level of the two schools: women have more talents in manipulating magic than men.

But the average level of the apprentices in the academy is worse than Aretuza.

But people who can't manage things for a long time will certainly not have high influence within the organization.

In the dean's office, several people sat down again. Lan En asked first.

"Yeah, heart transplant surgery."

After finishing the action, he himself laughed happily.

In fact, the root cause of this phenomenon is that Gedemitis does not have the energy to take care of more things in the academy, which leads to the wizard apprentices in Ben Ade Academy playing crazier than the sorceress apprentices in Arethusa Academy. That’s all.

In this situation where there is no pressure to survive, and there is no strict education and school system, few apprentices can resist the temptation of laziness and hedonism and persist in learning.

"Heart replacement surgery?"

Since Tissaya had judged that there was no need to save Gedimitis' native heart, Lan En chose to believe in the judgment of this powerful sorceress.

After all, before him, the entire crystal cultivation project was organized by Tissaya.

"I'm really curious about how you made a heart that belongs to me."

Gdymitis leaned forward with interest and looked at Lan En and Tisaya.

"Excuse me, I just read the paper about your project before Tissaya invited me, but the details are still unclear."

"How do you solve the inflammation and complications caused by the immune system's attack on foreign objects?"

Lan En looked at Gedimitis and couldn't help but raise his beautiful brows.

Is this what he said about himself being 'confused'?
In this world where technological development is extremely uneven, those who can understand the concepts of 'immune system' and 'cause of inflammation' are already very powerful medical practitioners.

It seems that the oldest mage in mankind, although he doesn't care on the surface, has actually seriously understood this technology that may save his heart disease.

"We use autologous cells for proliferation."

Therefore, Lan En does not have to work hard to make his words understandable to ordinary people, but can freely speak professional words to explain.

"Take your own cells and let it proliferate into a new heart, and your immune system won't attack itself. So the immune complications will be minimal."

"The idea is very reasonable, although there are still many technical problems in the middle of the idea."

Gedemitis nodded in agreement, but not entirely in appreciation.

"Okay, I know what you mean." Tissaya looked at her senior and interrupted his tendency to speak.

"You want to personally confirm that that heart is not a hope made up by words, and you want to see it appear in front of you in person. You might as well just say so."

Gedimitis smiled kindly at Tisaya's straightforwardness without any rebuttal.

"You must know that speaking in a roundabout way is an art, Tisaya. Straightforward good words may hurt people, but tortuous bad words may make people happy." The most powerful sorceress present did not comment on this point of view. , just stood up dignifiedly and reserved, and waved his hand to follow.
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When we arrived at the laboratory of the crystal cultivation project, the rune cloth crisscrossed under the flawless large crystal lit up with the glow of magic.

The light was refracted by the crystal plate and became dreamy and blurry, spreading throughout the room.

And a meat ball that is constantly squirming, getting bigger, and vaguely taking shape is suspended in the glass column on the crystal plate.

Gedimitis's eyes widened as he watched the cells that had just been peeled off from his body grow into a ball of flesh the size of a ping pong ball in just a few hours.

"This is still without the use of special nutrient solution and a large amount of magic power."

As the chief surgeon for subsequent surgeries, Lan En stood beside the test table and introduced it to him.

"The culture is expected to be completed tonight. Your heart disease looks a bit congenital, but it doesn't matter. The errors in the gene expression process have also been corrected. It will grow exactly like a normal heart."

After saying that, Lan En raised his knuckles and tapped the glass column twice.

There were two "ding-ding" sounds, but when Gedimitis looked at it, his breathing stopped for a moment.

Inside the glass column was his new heart, and the two knocks felt like knocks on his heart.

Although he acted carefree and nonchalant before, he became somewhat nervous after he discovered through his knowledge and experience that his heart disease can indeed be cured.

After all, this disease has been tormenting him for hundreds of years.

"Next, am I going to have to stop eating and drinking?"

However, after a little adjustment, Gedimitis returned to his original state and said with a smile.

"I don't want to be incontinent on the operating table."

After all, he is an old wizard who is over 500 years old, and controlling his emotions is his instinct when casting spells.

"you are right."

Lane expressed his appreciation for Gedimitis's surgical common sense.

They walked out of the crystal culture laboratory, and Gedimitis didn't even glance at the running instruments inside when he went out.

Tisaya and Margarita still led the way out of etiquette, while Lan En and Gedimitis discussed some precautions about the operation from behind.

But suddenly and silently, Tisaya looked back as if she felt something, and then resumed walking forward as normal.

"Yes, recovery after surgery will also be quick, because..."

Lan En, who was talking to Gedimitis, stopped mid-sentence and frowned slightly.

Because the scene in front of me is really abnormal and obvious.

Obviously there was no change in the pace of the two people in front, and there was no change in my own pace.

But the distance between them was getting longer and longer inexplicably, and the entire corridor seemed to be unusually far away.

"It's a little bit of a cover-up, please don't panic. I don't mean any harm. I just want to chat with you alone."

Beside Lan, Gdymitis spoke softly.

And when Lan En's pair of cat eyes became deeper for some reason and looked towards him, the old mage was surprised at first, and then smiled.

"Ah, it seems I'm too worried and you don't need me to comfort you."

"You stretched the space? Is this a blind trick? Just to talk alone?"

Lan En's eyes looked left and right on this obviously abnormal corridor with interest, and he exclaimed in surprise.

"A silent, even shocking magical attainment without any ripples."

"Without these two hands, I wouldn't be able to survive the heart disease till now."

Gedimitis said in a relaxed tone.

Seeing that Lan En was not panicked and even started to look a little curious, the old mage simply went straight to the topic.

"I probably know the reason why Tisaya persuaded me to come here for treatment now, Lan. I believe you should know too."

The old man's witty and wise eyes met Lan En's.

The young man nodded and said.

"Yeah, I know."

The old man continued: "She wants to help you, and she also wants me to accept your favor."

"Yes."

"I like your outspoken attitude." Gedimitis nodded. "Because then I can speak out."

"Tisaya and I are the rare mages left over from a long time ago. We can't call ourselves the 'previous generation', because even young people like Arzu are a long time ago to today's mages. character."

"So, we actually have some conceptual differences from the current mages."

"We live in an era where mages have not devoted all their energy to indulgence and fighting for power. In other words, we are more traditional."

(End of this chapter)