Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 2080, Section 2052: Treatment Process
"What's this?" Margarita had already extracted a considerable amount of chaotic magic from Lann along the way, thus shaking off the emptiness and nausea, and asked with her hands outstretched.

“Yes,” Lann shook his head in agreement, watching Messermo’s figure disappear into the darkness, “He’s obviously having some trouble he’s not saying. Melina, do you know that?”

"No." The soul girl replied immediately, her expression unchanged. "That's his own business, after all."

But she answered too quickly.

Lan En subtly shifted his gaze away from Melina.

She is not good at hiding things or lying.

"So what are we supposed to do during this time, meow?"

The velvet ball bounced up and down, attracting everyone's attention before asking a question.

Felynes are, after all, a diligent and enthusiastic race that can't stay idle for long.

Qilin was different; when Messermo said "please make yourself at home," this guy immediately wanted to wander off.

"Shadowlands is full of things that have been around for who knows how long. You never know when a dragon that fought with an ancient dragon king might fall from the sky."

The Witcher scratched his head.

"To be on the safe side, let's wait in Shadow City for the Holy War Army to complete its assembly."

Margarita had no objection to this.

The sorceress crossed her arms, her ample bosom resting on them, and laughed, saying, "I'm not confident I can fight against these supernatural beings with my limited magical reserves. Come here, I need to draw a rune on you."

As the witcher approached, Margarita grabbed his collar, forcefully making him bend over, and then kissed his neck forcefully, leaving a bright red lipstick mark on the spot.

The lipstick stain wiped off easily, but beneath it, a shimmering magic rune remained.

Melina watched this scene calmly.

In mid-air, hidden by her flowing purple hair, Torina let out an ethereal laugh, as if watching a spectacle.

However, in Lan En's perception, the chaotic magic power that had just spontaneously generated and filled his body could not be retained after the kiss mark was imprinted on him.

"The Species Archives contains many books and stone tablets left behind by the Horned People and the Holy War Army. I'm a studious mage, after all. I can't be glued to you day and night. This temporary rune will last for several days, allowing me to remotely draw magic from you. Bear with it, my dear."

Margarita kept saying "we can't stick together," but her moist eyes as she looked at the Witcher, and the little gesture of twirling a strand of hair around her finger, made her look exceptionally alluring.

Lan En turned his head away, deliberately avoiding looking at Margarita: "In the next few days, I will try to devise a treatment plan for those sorcerers below... Let's see how many the Holy War Army can find, and how many survivors there are in the Shadowlands. Tsk, I estimate the number won't be many."

He had previously promised to treat the sorcerers in Shadow City, but now Michaela's actions have made time more pressing, leaving him with only the period before the war begins to make use of it.

Seeing the fluffy ball's eager, wide eyes, Lan En listed some medicinal herbs from the Shadowlands that might be used in its later treatment.

So the Palico dragged the reluctant Ancient Dragon of the New World out for a stroll.

Everyone was busy and didn't have much time, so we simply dispersed and went about our own business.
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"I told you to cut away the excess flesh on her body, not to shove it in!"

Beneath the species repository of Shadow City, in the underground hall originally used to house and soothe the 'contents of the jar' who were constantly in extreme pain, Lan En continued to reprimand without turning his head, his hands never stopping.

"What the hell? Is killing all you perfumers learn in the Shadowlands?"

At this moment, the already filthy and foul-smelling underground hall became even more bloody!
Various pieces of rotten flesh with human limb outlines, along with fragments and broken bones wrapped in that rotten flesh, were scattered haphazardly on the ground.

On the bed where the 'contents of the pot' had been struggling, Lan En was holding down the upper body of a fleshy lump with one hand, while her two long and powerful legs were forcibly bound to the side of the bed.

Looking at his lower body alone, it's as if a witcher is assaulting a tall, beautiful woman.

Even in this state, traces of the sorcerers' beauty can still be seen in the various remnants.

However, once you turn your gaze to the upper body, the overwhelming nausea will immediately destroy all romantic and lewd thoughts.

The brass dagger in Lan En's hand was like slicing a large piece of meat on a cutting board, peeling and unfolding the large lump of meat layer by layer.

Blood, bits of flesh, and fragments of bone splatter everywhere during this process.

"Crack!"

A golden light flashed from Lan En's body, and a layer of chaotic magic shield exploded on the spot.

However, as the Quen sign exploded, it also deflected the flying bone fragments and pieces of flesh that were hurtling towards him.

The lumps of flesh beneath his hands were screaming shrilly. This act of spitting out sharp bone fragments was the subconscious self-preservation mechanism of the 'contents of the pot' under the stimulation of pain.

This is not something the sorcerers want to attack; in fact, these people probably don't even have the ability to 'think' right now.

The craftsmanship of the women making teapots had driven them to the point of complete mental breakdown.

Their current behavior is similar to a sea cucumber spitting out its internal organs when it's in danger. So Lan En doesn't feel there's anything to be angry about.

“I’ve already outlined the general shape of her shoulders and arms; you guys hold them down.”

The Witcher's gaze was focused, and his tone was professional and calm, as if he were in a perfectly standard operating room.

It was completely out of place with the bloody and stinking scene at that moment.

However, having acquired various supernatural powers, Lan En did become somewhat less concerned about proper aseptic procedures. The perfumers who had been observing, waiting, and even assisting with brass daggers immediately stepped forward to provide help as Lan En requested.

The upper body of the sorcerer, separated from a large lump of foul-smelling flesh, was covered with pus, blood, nerves that had grown together with the flesh, twisted and fused blood vessels, lymph nodes, and other things.

He looked like a deformed, pitiful person who had been skinned alive.

The perfumers' hands pressed down, and immediately, amidst the sorcerer's struggle, a slippery 'splatter' sound of their palms squeezing flesh was heard.

The normal human body structure was frighteningly clear in Lan En's mind, requiring no recall whatsoever.

After all, given his fighting style, once he has been fighting someone for more than two minutes, he has basically figured out his opponent's physical structure and even his martial arts characteristics.

Over time, he has seen what is equivalent to thousands or tens of thousands of standard human bodies.

This kind of 'practical data' would earn someone the title of a surgical master anywhere.

After roughly cutting off the large chunks of excess flesh, Lan En had the perfumers fix the sorcerer into various poses, while he skillfully wielded his knife in those poses, meticulously trimming away the redundant parts of the other's body.

In the end, only a hunched and twisted human body remained. No matter how good or beautiful the racial talents of the sorcerers were, after being fused with those chunks of flesh for so long, their spines had long been compressed and deformed.

Fortunately, if the Witch race is truly as excellent as the Horned People and Leilana claim, then after being treated and freed from the fused, rotten flesh, they should have a high probability of naturally recovering.

"Don't just stand there, follow the procedure and sprinkle the fragrance powder."

Lan En, like a master instructor teaching his apprentices, gave instructions to the perfumers around him.

He genuinely wanted to teach these perfumers, and to that end, he standardized the surgical procedure and compiled a set of "Surgery for the Physical Removal of 'Pot Contents' and Subsequent Recovery".

Standardization means widespread adoption.

He was ultimately just one person, with only two hands. Meanwhile, there might be hundreds of sorcerers in the Shadowlands who still had a chance of being healed.

However, Michaela's actions were so resolute, and the Holy War Army was also busy assembling its legions, so he ultimately didn't have time to personally treat each of these sorcerers.

The only hope is that the perfumers in the jihadist army can learn the tutorials he wrote.

Under Lan En's instructions, the perfumers busied themselves. Several of them quickly carried the mangled flesh, weighing at least a hundred pounds, and threw it off the bed, while others took out bottles of incense, poured healing powder into their mouths, and then sprayed it on the sorcerer on the bed.

This technique of mixing perfume powder with saliva and then spraying it is a common treatment method used by perfumers from Rodel.

It may look a bit primitive and unhygienic, but it really does have a boost in effectiveness.

Lan En was pleased that these people in the Shadowlands had at least not completely forgotten their ancestral craft.

After spraying the fragrance powder, the perfumers stepped back.

Following the next step, Lan stepped forward, a flame igniting in his palm. Simultaneously, a fiery red golden law symbol flashed by.

Pray, "O fire, the source of healing!"

This was a spell that Lann learned from the prayer book of a fire-wielding monk in Lienia. It could burn away pathogens and toxins by using flames ignited within the body.

But instead of pressing the flame he had already cast the spell on the sorcerer, Lan En looked around at the perfumers.

"Remember, you don't need to cast the same fire spells as me if I'm not around."

"I've left you a recipe for incense powder, which is based on the principle of using water to generate wood and wood to generate fire... No, you don't need to memorize those. Just know that after sprinkling the incense powder I gave you, adding a few sparks will be enough for a shaman."

When it comes to the new fragrance formula that Lan En derived in half an hour based on the theory of the five elements, the perfumers were completely baffled by the concept behind this fragrance combination.

Lan En also knew that the Five Elements' generating and restraining relationships were completely unfamiliar knowledge to them, or even a completely unfamiliar worldview, so he simply stopped explaining.

Relying on the talent brought by the guardian spirit residing in his body, as well as the extraordinary biochemical talent of the emperor's son, Lan En is rapidly building a new supernatural medical and biological system of his own, which is based on traditional Eastern medicine and the worldview of the Five Elements and Yin Yang.

But it was clear that others had difficulty even understanding his findings.

Lan En pressed the flames burning in his hand against the sorcerer's bloodied chest, and at that moment, her screams reached a new high.

But Lan En had already left.

He had done everything he could to heal the physical wounds, and done it very well. But given the extent of the torture the sorcerers had endured, their phantom pain alone would likely last for at least three or four hundred years. Not to mention the possibility of rebuilding their spirits.

This will be a long recovery process.

The perfumers rushed forward again, all at once.

Lan En, meanwhile, pulled out a towel and wiped the foul-smelling pus and blood from his face and neck as he walked towards the entrance of the underground hall.

At the entrance stood a tall, silver-armored knight with two swords at his waist.

“It seems you have something to say to me, and…” Lann gestured to look around, “It’s not convenient to disclose publicly, Ms. Leilana?”

After a moment's hesitation, the Twin Moon Knight nodded heavily.

Lan En understood: "Come with me, I've set up a small office here. No one will bother us."

(End of this chapter)