Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 40 Extraordinary Preparations Getting Started
Since helping the Marquis of Condorcet last time, the plan of Beauxbaton Hospital has been carried out very smoothly.

The land under the name of Baron Robespierre was forcibly transferred to the Dorian family by the city government. Of course, Ivan and the others didn’t want it in vain, and they would give Baron Robespierre some monetary compensation—only relative to the land itself. In terms of value, those money can only be said to be better than nothing.

Condorcet's arm was restored, and he was delighted.

At the same time, he also realized the magic of Ivan's medical skills, and often used means to win over Ivan.

Some non-core works at Beauxbaton's hospital.

Among them is his help.

Out of sophistication, Ivan would go to his house to chat with him.

Well-known name, health check.

"Master Ivan, you are back."

Little Henry greeted him very respectfully, but he waved his hand to stop.

"Quick, close the shop."

Lisa, who was sweeping the floor, yelled, "But, there are still customers in our store."

Little Henry understood the truth. He pushed Lisa and signaled her to go to work quickly: "Don't make Mrs. Ivan say it again, go and invite the customers out of the store and tell them to come to see a doctor later."

Lisa muttered: "Seeing a doctor is no small matter."

However, she obviously knew who her boss was. While holding a broom, she made a gesture of sweeping the floor and driving away people, telling all the people who came to see the doctor to leave.

"let's go?"

"But my arm still hurts."

"We came here specially from other places." All the patients quit, and one counted as another, and the trouble was worse than a mad dog.

Afterwards, it was Little Henry who made the move, threatening to ask the sheriff to arrest them, and only then did the scene stop.

Ivan didn't care so much, he yelled at the crowd to get the hell out, and then threw a handful of money to Lisa: "This is your salary."

When Lisa saw what was in her hand, she grinned, and the braids on the back of her head seemed to rise to the sky for a moment.

Little Henry closed the door, and Ivan also gave him a salary, but little Henry was not as excited as Lisa.

He knew that there must be something wrong with Mr. Ivan's urgency. Could it be that he has caught a new experimental subject.

Lisa bounced away. The [reaction muscle] on her wrist had been removed by Ivan before, and she had no experimental value. She had been working in the clinic during this time.

"Lord Ivan."

Little Henry ran back immediately after finishing closing the door, waiting for orders.

Ivan ignored him for the time being. There was only one thing that made him come back in such a hurry. The healing system was updated, and he could now buy new products.

[Soul sap: According to the state of the body, split a part of the soul. 】

[Weird fishbone: It has certain activity and can hook stones from the urethra. 】

【Redstone: It can be dissolved in water, and after drinking, it can replenish the lack of blood for ordinary people. 】

【Symbiotic Bacteria: It can coexist with metals and help the disabled to walk. 】

[Dream Maker: Weaving dreams, creatures that touch the dream maker can enter the dream. 】

Research in progress.

There are five new products in the system, all of which are [healing point] with a higher price, and some products are even dozens of times higher than [meat sesame powder].

I don't know whether it is the system characteristics that make the products more and more expensive, or a batch of particularly expensive potions randomly appeared.

"Soul sap?"

Ivan murmured that he didn't have that much time to study all the potions, but he could pick out the ones that seemed more important for the time being.

【Redstone】is the one that seems to be the most useful.

But it's only about curing diseases and saving lives.

For Ivan, [soul sap] is what he should study first, because of the first two words.

The naming of this potion points out a very interesting philosophical fallacy, that is, there really are souls in this world.

Ivan thought of the [reaction muscle] that he had cut off from Lisa before, and that thing was not controlled by the nerves at all.

If there is a soul, the principle of [Reaction Force Muscle] is very impressive.

Ivan asked little Henry to prepare the mouse and followed him to the basement.

The principle of the system was not explained in the system description, and he verified the drug in two ways according to the practice of taking general drugs for external use and internal use.

"According to the state of the body, split a part of the soul."

"What does it mean?"

Ivan touched his chin, and the mouse in the cage looked at the cheese next to it and chattered non-stop.

state of the body.

According to the definition of the term, it can be regarded as the form of the organism, or as the form of the organism in the period of formation, abnormality, development, extinction, etc. or the critical point of each transformation or a period in the process of the situation of things. state.

Let's make a guess first.

The physical body can have "disease", "death" and "birth".

"Epidemic" can be divided into "respiratory tract infection", "digestive tract bleeding", "heart insufficiency", "knee meniscus wear" and various states. In general, there are almost thousands of possibilities in surgery and medicine.

He sighed, and exchanged [soul sap] into the beaker.

This thing is not bulky.

It is not much different from ordinary elm, only the thickness of an adult's index finger and the length of an ordinary candle, but the branches contained in it are blue and transparent.

The branch is exuded from a crack in the edge, and when you poke it open with tweezers, you will find that most of it is hollow.

The sap trickled down to the bottom of the beaker, forming a blue gum.

"Let's experiment with mice first."

"Little Henry, go find some sick mice."

Generally speaking, mice are placed in experimental boxes when simulating surgery.

This is to create a more user-friendly platform.

A juvenile mouse, it's all dingy.

When Little Henry threw it into the box, the mouse's eyes kept rolling.

The number of mice is running out.

The rest are gray mice.

Because it is cultivated by a special person, there is no need to worry about viruses and bacteria.

Another point is that the bred mice are often of a family lineage, and their genes have certain similarities.

[Soul Sap] When in contact with the mouse's hair, it will soon become soaked.

Creatures with light hair have certain advantages when looking at them.

It is easier to observe when the situation in the mouse is inside.

The little squirrel's four thin legs supported a fat belly, looking around like a thief, only to see its small black eyes looking around all the time, it should feel very uncomfortable with the wet body.

It didn't take long.

Ivan just sliced ​​it.

"Number 15A produced no change."

"Is it because I put too little sap, or not enough time."

"It shouldn't be."

"How many of these are there? There should be some problems." Ivan suddenly thought of the explanation of [Soul Juice]-split part of the soul according to the state of the body.Assuming this thing has the mechanics of an inefficient computer, how does it split souls.

It is a split soul produced according to the state of the body.

Or from a divided body, a divided soul arises.

The question about the soul can be regarded as the body of another dimension.Assuming that the soul is not the ball of light described in some fantasy novels, but another idealistic body, the logic of affecting the soul through reality seems to be quite smooth.

Idealism, anything can be explained.

Seeing that one's body is cut off, the soul naturally cuts off the body.

This conjecture is typical metaphysics.

Still, it's worth a try.

He calmed down and said, "Little Henry, bring the 17B congenitally disabled mouse and the 12A normal white mouse one from each area. And the thief's corpse is no longer useful. You can put it in a body bag first and throw it out in a few days." .”

Because the anti-corrosion is in place and the weather is cold.

Although the corpse stared at the ceiling with wide-eyed eyes, it was able to remain more or less the same.

It's really strange, [Corrosive Concoction] can work on Little Creeld and Mazarin, but why it doesn't work on ordinary people.

Ivan has experimented on patients several times, and the DNA of other animals has not played the desired role. Could it be that there is still a problem of compatibility.

"Chichichi."

Ivan cut off the mouse's forelimb and poured tree sap down its throat.

He observed carefully for a while, but found no change.

"Could it be that this potion came from another world? In our world, it loses its spirituality and doesn't work at all." Ivan was a little disappointed.

Just as he was about to take off his gloves and take a short rest.

The cheese not far from the little white mouse that was fed the [soul sap] actually moved.

It's just like.

An invisible "Jerry" is shaking food.

Great surprise.

Ivan should not be too happy, he held his breath and concentrated, as if there was a thousand volts of current passing through his mind, his eyes were extremely serious, as if he had completely engraved the mouse's expression and movements every second in his heart.

"Chichichi."

It's trying.

The rat wants to eat cheese.

It stretched out its claws.

And it's ticked off.

It's just that the strength is too small, and the small piece of cheese can only move slowly.

"Chichichi."

Seeing that the food was getting closer, the little white mouse let out a cry of excitement.

Ivan's face was already filled with a smile, and he was so exaggerated that he didn't care about his appearance.

Little Henry was a little worried. He looked at his master, picked up and put down the hand washing the flask, and he had never seen Mrs. Ivan so happy, even if he saw a few strange-looking organs when he dissected the human body before. Happy.

"Finally a breakthrough!"

Ivan sighed, feeling that this day came too late.

However, the return of lower creatures is limited after all. After doing experiments on mice a few times, he quickly realized that he needed a living person who could cooperate.

Prisoner, no.

Volunteers are needed.

but.

Where can I find volunteers in this day and age?
Thinking like this, Little Henry handed the washed flask to him, and Ivan's eyes became strange.

"Volunteers are here."

(End of this chapter)