Chapter 390: Studying Medicine Can't Save Greece

In the infirmary, the fluorite lights flickered, figures were everywhere, and it was a busy scene.

Loen stopped at the door for a moment, and seeing that no one was there to greet him, he quietly walked in.

When the door curtain was opened, the strong smell of blood immediately hit my nose, and the screams of ghosts and wolves howling one after another, making people feel as if they were in a cruel slaughterhouse.

"Bed No. 3, prepare for surgery, apply anesthesia!"

"No, I've already taken two bottles, but this guy's resistance to the potion is too strong, and he's still awake."

“Use this!”

In front of the bed, a white-haired young man wearing a black protective suit-style robe, a hood, and cross-bangs calmly took out a blood-stained hammer from the magic circle.

The flaxen-haired assistant who was wearing the same style of clothes took the weapon from the attending physician and skillfully hit the back of the patient's head.

Accompanied by a dull explosion, the injured person on bed number 3 groaned, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

The anesthetic effect is immediate.

The patient's abdomen was pierced by a javelin, the wound was bleeding profusely, and his internal organs were severely damaged, but this did not pose any difficulty for the professional team at the bedside.

Seeing that the patient had calmed down completely, the attending physician at the bedside began to work with satisfaction, issuing a series of instructions to the assistants around him.

"Knife!"

"Saw!"

"Blood coagulant"

"gauze!"

The assistants on both sides obviously seemed to have experienced similar scenes countless times. One side followed the instructions of the attending physician, cooperated in removing foreign objects and stopping bleeding, while the other side sprinkled potions, chanted spells, repaired the patient's damaged organs, and finally sutured the wounds.

During the process, the patient, whose intestines were broken and bones were fractured, woke up from coma several times because of the pain and looked full of energy.

However, the petite and cute flaxen-haired girl at the bedside, without waiting for the patient to make a fuss, swung up the stick and skillfully hit the back of the patient's head, giving him physical anesthesia again.

Standing on the periphery, Loen silently counted and found that during the operation which lasted about an hour, the poor unfortunate guy was knocked unconscious at least four times.

Even after being tortured so hard, the patient was able to do sit-ups on the bed with a big lump on his head 30 minutes after the operation, which made Loen sigh at the vitality of the humans in the Age of Gods, which was more tenacious than that of cockroaches.

At this time, the attending physician, who had just finished an operation, noticed Loen behind him, and took off his mask, revealing the somewhat handsome face of the god of medicine Asclepius.

"Why are you here?"

"Come and take a look." Lorne answered casually, adding with a smile, "By the way, there is something I want to talk to you about."

"Now?" The God of Medicine looked at the dozen or so patients groaning in their beds, hesitated for a moment, and finally took off his leather gloves, led Luo En outside, and asked directly, "What do you want to see me for? Please tell me quickly, there are more than a dozen people in the room waiting for me to perform surgery."

"Since there are so many wounded here, why do you want to abandon your duties and join the expeditionary force?"

Luo En asked in a deep voice, looking dimly at the God of Medicine in front of him.

The God of Medicine looked at Luo En opposite him and frowned slightly: "Are you here to persuade me to stay?"

Lorne shook his head and spoke softly.

"No, just listen to your reasons."

The God of Medicine was silent for a moment, pointed to the infirmary behind him, and answered calmly.

"Those who are sent to me are not only critically ill patients, but also the heroes of the God Blood who are going to participate in the expedition. Once the war begins, they will all embark on that journey."

After a brief pause, the God of Medicine raised his head and looked seriously at the leader of the coalition forces opposite him.

"As a doctor, I don't want to leave my patients!"

Loen was silent for a moment, then gave his opinion in a deep voice.

"But if you stay, you can treat more people in the rear."

"And then what? Resurrect them one by one, watch them return to the battlefield, and die one by one?"

The God of Medicine raised an eyebrow and asked back, then sneered and shook his head.

"I've been experiencing this almost every day since the war began. Watching those who survived my hands die like moths to a flame, and I was powerless to do anything. This feeling is really terrible.

Gradually, I found that the medical skills that I was proud of could only make my patients experience death once more, but could not change this terrible world at all! "

Luo En patted the God of Medicine on the shoulder and comforted him softly.

"I understand your pain and the feeling of powerlessness, but please don't give up on yourself. You are a doctor, not a soldier. The rear is your battlefield."

"Giving up on yourself? No, I didn't join the expedition for such a boring mood."

"What's that for?"

The God of Medicine stared deeply at the leader of the coalition forces in front of him and spoke proudly.

“I want to [heal] this war and let more people survive!”

The resounding answer made Loen stunned and he fell into silence for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his lips.

"This expedition will be dangerous."

"I know. So, they need an excellent doctor! And I am definitely the most qualified one!"

"What about the wounded in Thessaly after you leave?"

"Don't worry, Teacher Chiron and I have already trained a medical team. They have mastered systematic first aid knowledge and are capable of stabilizing the rear."

The God of Medicine said this and introduced several assistants who were busy in the medical room to Loen one by one.

——Machaon and Podalirios, two military doctors who can perform surgery independently;

——Iaso, the goddess of healing;

——Hygeia, goddess of health;

- Panacea, goddess of medicine;

——Axl, the goddess of safety...

The above-mentioned people are not only his students whom he taught with great efforts, but also his children with blood flowing in their veins. They will surely carry out his will and save the dying and the wounded.

Finally, the one holding the big stick and giving the patient physical anesthesia was the goddess of "comfort" Epione, the wife of the god of medicine Asclepius who had an affair with him while practicing medicine.

Loen glanced at the medical talents in the medical room and snorted in annoyance.

"It seems that you have already planned it out."

"So, you agree?"

The God of Medicine asked tentatively, with a hint of desire in his eyes.

"Did I say no?" Lorne rolled his eyes at the sultry man who had given birth to a bunch of children without anyone noticing, and reminded him unhappily, "Since you're planning on going, stop the surgery for the next two days and prepare some more potions that will be needed on the road."

Seeing that he had gotten what he wanted, a brilliant smile suddenly broke out on the somewhat gloomy face of the God of Medicine.

"Okay, I'll do it tonight! I promise I'll have as many as you want!"

As he spoke, the God of Medicine seemed to remember something. He quickly took out a golden potion from the magic circle diagram and handed it to Loen, then spoke solemnly.

"Oh, right, this is the [Immortality Elixir] you asked me to make earlier!"

Upon hearing this, Luo En's face was filled with joy.

"Successful?!"

"Halfway to success..."

The God of Medicine answered sullenly and explained somewhat helplessly.

"Immortality is not so bad. As long as we find a way to increase the vitality of the user's body, we can roughly achieve it. But immortality is related to the soul. It is too difficult to ensure that the soul will not be worn out after losing the body. Even if the essence extracted from the golden apple is used, the magic potion in my hand can only ensure that the user's soul will not disperse for a short period of time. If we want to bring them back to life, we must prepare compatible bodies for them as soon as possible."

After listening to the God of Medicine's report, Luo En thought for a moment and asked in a deep voice.

"How much of this potion have you made?"

"About a dozen or so. This thing is only a semi-finished product, and there aren't many golden apples left from the gift you gave me."

The God of Medicine answered truthfully, seemingly not very satisfied with his latest research results.

After Loen's eyes flickered for a moment, he gave the order solemnly.

"Okay, from now on, stop all the work you are doing and focus on making this [Immortality Elixir]. Use as many golden apples as you can and don't worry about the consumption!"

"This is just a semi-finished product. Why do you need so much?"

"Just do what you're told to do. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Do you still want to join the expedition?"

"Okay, okay, you are the commander, you have the final say."

The God of Medicine waved his hand and had to put away his rigor and perfectionism as a scientific researcher under the authority of the man in front of him.

In order to make the God of Medicine pay attention to this matter, Luo En reminded him again and again before leaving: "Hurry up! Once everything is done, send all of this to my account immediately!"

The God of Medicine, whose vitals were held in check, could only obey and make repeated assurances. After watching Luo En leave, he immediately started to prepare the medicine.

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At this time, Lorne walked out of the infirmary, took a pen and crossed out the name of the god of medicine Asclepius on the parchment, and looked up at the edge of the square. There was a centaur lying in the shade of a tree.

"Teacher Ma, are you going to get involved in this matter?"

Lorne walked forward and asked helplessly.

Chiron closed the book, smiled and nodded.

"Well, as a teacher, of course I have to be with my students."

"What about him?"

Lorne pointed at a new student with yellow hair who was swinging a dagger on the grass and asked in a bad mood.

"Of course I'll go too!"

Jason quickly dropped the bronze dagger in his hand and raised his hand to answer, fearing that the leader of the coalition forces who came to inspect would forget him.

The exaggerated expressions and rich body movements made him look like a clown on a stage play.

Loen looked at Jason, who was out of breath after swinging the dagger a few times, and couldn't help but frowned.

"Are you not afraid of death?"

"You're kidding, I'm so scared!"

Jason's head shook like a rattle, his emerald eyes full of fear.

Seeing this, Lorne frowned even deeper and gave a serious reminder.

"Then why do you take this risk? This expedition is extremely dangerous. If someone of your strength participates in it, he will most likely become the first victim."

"I know, but even so, I'm going to participate!"

"Why?"

"Because there are always some things in this world that are more important than death."

Jason answered in a deep voice, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and he expressed his excitement with gestures and joy.

"Raid on the Titan Temple! This is an unprecedented heroic expedition! Hercules, the strongest demigod, Chiron, the wise teacher of the Academy of Athens, the twin brothers of Sparta who are proficient in swordsmanship and fighting... These famous Greek heroes with divine blood are all in the team. If I can be selected, doesn't it mean that I am also a great hero like them! Even if I die on the road and go to Hades, I will have something to brag about!"

As he spoke, the frivolous young man cleared his throat, straightened his body, assumed a solemn posture, and raised his arms to shout out his aspirations for himself.

"The expeditionary force is the greatest team! And Jason will be the greatest hero!"

A tiny mortal, an unknown divine blood stood before two gods, expressing his insignificant ambitions.

(End of this chapter)