Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 600 Treatment Methods for the Burialers
When Gwen arrived, she was personally greeted by Richard at the door.

Richard was now wearing a white lab coat with an intricate pattern printed on the back.

A winding snake tail coils upwards, transforming into a banshee wielding a scepter.

This is Dr. Castells's emblem. Since the first doctors were banshees, it was only natural that the banshee was depicted on his coat of arms.

As for the scepter in the banshee's hand, it was originally a Gatling gun, symbolizing the doctors of the Knights Hospitaller charging forward. Hughes couldn't stand it anymore, so he changed it to the scepter it is today.

I must say, it actually suits her quite well.

"Great, Miss Gwen, you've finally arrived. Please come in."

Richard's usually serious face broke into a rare smile.

He actually had reservations about the lord's decision to involve Gwen in the research.

Although Hughes hinted to Richard that Gwen could also participate as a researcher.

But he was still very happy that Gwen came to the hospital to help.

From the beginning, Richard was a doctor. His real interest was in medicine, and doing research was just a side job. Hughes just couldn't find anyone to do it for the time being.

Of course, this was actually Richard's own idea. His previous work in The Moth was more like that of a forensic doctor than a doctor, since he dealt with corpses more often than living people.

Forensic doctors are also doctors, so there's nothing wrong with that.

"Come and take a look." Richard led Gwen around to a ward, where several young men with Northern features were lying motionless on the bed.

“I tried almost every method, the safer ones of course, but I couldn’t wake them up.”

After saying that, Richard looked at Gwen with anticipation.

He had seen Gwen's file before.

Easily defeats other superhumans, can fire a gun without bullets, and summons the Steel Ark and the Soul of Ten Thousand Machines.
These things are all inexplicable, and supernatural forces rarely have such a large-scale and profound impact on reality.

This is precisely what is needed in the treatment of the priests of the Silent Church.

"Our medical technology in Castel is still mainly based on physical methods. You know surgery, right? Simply put, it's treating the human body like a delicate machine, trying to restore the function of each part."

"Uh, don't you need some supernatural powers here?"

Gwen asked, somewhat puzzled.

Medicine in this era was almost entirely associated with supernatural powers.

No, to be precise, it's a hodgepodge of the supernatural, mysticism, and all sorts of superstitions. Bloodletting and prayer therapy coexist, and for the same disease, you can try either enemas or have a priest whip you, with similar effects—they might work.

The truly useful part is giving people various kinds of holy water, not the kind of holy water that Josh uses, but the genuine holy water produced by the Vatican.

However, holy water is not a cure-all, or rather, what can be cured by holy water in this era is not really a real illness.

It can only be described as a disease caused by poverty.

"Extraordinary powers, well, I've used them before."

Richard pulled out a few sheets of paper from the documents next to him.

Gwen opened it and was taken aback.

"What is this?! A skeleton?"

"This is CT, the name given by the lord. It uses our Fire Moth ability, [Self-Binding], to see the inside of objects, including the human body."

"You mean, this is the inside of the human body?"

"That's right. We use our abilities to see lesions in the human body and then draw them on paper. That's the main application of supernatural abilities."

Gwen listened with amazement, examining the CT scan closely. "Hmm, it's really good."

Although she had not studied medicine, she had a good understanding of human anatomy and was very familiar with the feel of muscles and bones.

She knows exactly where it's easy to cut and where it's too tough.

“Unfortunately, it’s useless.” Richard smiled bitterly and put the paper away. “All our methods have failed. There’s no way to wake these priests. The only good news is that their coma doesn’t seem to cause synchronous physical deterioration. Their physical condition is still relatively good for now.”

"Hmm, what can I do?"

"I don't know if you can do whatever you want, as long as you can wake them up."

Richard pushed up his monocle, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

He knew Gwen's track record; she always managed to accomplish what she set out to do in a peculiar way, and perhaps these priests would be awakened in the same way.

"To wake them... well, Lady Nora only taught me one way to wake people."

Gwen licked her lips and looked at Nora in her arms.

Nora blinked innocently.

"What method?" Richard looked at the eager Gwen and suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Use the flail, smash it here."

Gwen pointed to the head of the sleeping priest beside her.

Whether it was my imagination or not, the priest's eyelids seemed to twitch, as if he was trying to open them.

"Oh...is this real?"

Richard was a little stunned, and for a moment he couldn't tell if this was a joke in the Northern style.

“Of course not!” Nora retorted loudly. “Of course not by hitting him with a flail, that’s absurd!”

Richard breathed a sigh of relief.

“Gwen, I’ll say it one last time, that’s not a flail, that’s an incense burner! It’s an awakening ritual performed with an incense burner, not a flail to hit your head!”

"What are the specific steps of the ceremony?"

"Light the incense burner and smash it here."

Richard took another deep breath, the one he had just breathed a sigh of relief.

I think it's better not to.

"Gwen, there should be the chain and incense burner I used before on the island. Go and get them quickly, and treat them as soon as possible!"

"Yes, Lady Nora!"

Before Richard could stop her, Gwen dashed out of the hospital like lightning.

Richard wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Nora's tone seemed a little excited just now.

As it turns out, Gwen's excessive drive to execute was a disaster in itself, no matter who she was paired with.

Soon, guided by Nora, she found the flail that Nora often used. After wiping away the bloodstains, Gwen excitedly carried the flail to the hospital.

Richard looked at Gwen, then at Nora.

I felt that the excitement on their faces was exactly the same.

Are Northerners this happy even when they're wearing flails?
"Lady Nora, shall we just use the flail to smash it?"

"Of course not! And this isn't a flail, it's an incense burner. We're not smashing people, we're performing an awakening ritual. Light the incense burner first!"

"Oh well."

Gwen somewhat awkwardly lit the incense burner—which was actually the hammerhead of the flail.

"and then?"

"Recite the sacred texts. Forget it, we're no longer part of the Silent Church, let's just smash it."

(End of this chapter)