It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 375: To cleanse the lungs, just do it forcefully. Our Glorious Holy See also cleanses the lungs.
Chapter 375: To cleanse the lungs, just do it forcefully. Our Glorious Holy See also cleanses the lungs.
"Did that infidel really say that?"
Archbishop Jeroni's voice was light, neither happy nor angry. However, in front of him, a black-bearded dwarf with a hood hanging behind his head quickly bent down:
"That's right, what he said is that he will wait until the King Selection is over before deciding. - So cunning! If the results of the King Selection are not what they want, do they just want to leave!"
Archbishop Geroni lowered his eyes and pondered. The black-bearded dwarf glanced at him quickly, then lowered his head:
"That...washing the lungs or something...can we do it?"
"There is no doubt about the power of our lord." Archbishop Jeroni said casually. The black-bearded dwarf quickly bowed to apologize. Archbishop Jeroni pondered for a moment and gave instructions in a slow voice:
"If you spread the word, say that the mage can only treat two people a day. Even if he stays in the royal court for a year, he can only treat more than 700 people. This number of people is not enough even if the entire Fire Hammer tribe takes over. It is not enough."
Will take care of others. Go ahead!"
The black-bearded dwarf Nuonuo retreated. Archbishop Geroni was lost in thought for a moment, and took several subordinates to Pastor Martin to discuss with him:
"Can we do that lung cleaning?"
Pastor Martin has a rabbit lying on his lap, stroking the rabbit's fur, and is lost in thought. He has been rooted in the Northland for decades, and has healed thousands of dwarves and barbarians. There is indeed iron in them for hundreds of years. He has chest tightness and chest pain.
He was out of breath. He only knew how to use holy power to moisturize and comfort him, and gave some herbs to relieve cough and reduce phlegm. As for pouring water into his lungs to wash...
Occasionally, I thought of this idea, but then I threw it far away in the corner. Human lungs are not clothes. You can wash them, rub them, and pour out the dirty water. Who knows, this seemingly ridiculous method
, someone actually succeeded?
He thought about it, but there was always something he couldn't figure out. When Grete was treating patients, he didn't stop people from watching. The process of his operation was always revealed in bits and pieces, but when he thought about it carefully, there were always some hurdles.
It doesn't go through. For example, how do you pour water into one lung without flooding the other?
At this moment, Archbishop Geroni knocked on the door and asked. Pastor Martin thought for a moment and shook his head:
"Among other things, to pour water into people's lungs, we need to use vines spawned by pagan magic. I thought about it for a long time, and there is really no substitute."
Archbishop Geroni nodded silently. To his right, a young bishop spoke:
"How about direct irrigation without a pipe?"
"Then how do you pour it?" Pastor Martin raised his eyes slightly and looked over. It was Bishop Klind who made the suggestion. He pressed the armrest of the seat, leaned forward, and his two thin lips were like knives. Every time he turned over, there was a suggestion.
:
"[Drowning Technique]."
Pastor Martin's face immediately darkened. Drowning is not a magical healing technique, but a secret method used by the inquisition to torture prisoners - using magic to pour water into the prisoner's lungs. The person's appearance looks normal, but the feeling of struggle and pain is no different from real drowning.
.
The only difference is that there is still a breath left in the throat, and you can barely manage to form a sentence or two. No matter how tough the man is, he will go back and forth three or five times, and he will seize that breath to confess desperately, and just say whatever he is told.
.The difference in the level of a spell caster is nothing more than the power of the magic and the timing of dispersing the magic——
A master can make life worse than death. If you meet a novice, he will die.
When Pastor Martin was young, he also spent time in the Inquisition. He saw a lot of various methods and used a lot of them himself. Then one day he suddenly felt that something was wrong and went to the north to make a living by educating barbarians. This is the small church.
, he also cut wood and quarried stone and built it by himself.
He recalled the situation back then and glanced at Bishop Klind, his eyes as sharp as a knife. After just one glance, he lowered his head in silence and said in a light voice:
"I don't think it's necessarily possible. You must do it, try it on animals first, and don't kill anyone."
"Of course. We tried this method to make good friends, not to make enemies with them." Archbishop Geroni immediately smiled. However, after saying goodbye and leaving, he took out a money bag and threw it directly to Bishop Klind:
"You should give it a try. It's best to have results before they go down the mountain."
Klind nodded and followed the order. Isn't it just a drowning spell? What's so difficult about it? It's just a first-level divine spell!
[Drowning Technique] This magical technique is based on the same idea as [Deep Breathing] of the Conjuration System, except that one is to pour air into the human lungs, and the other is to pour water into the human lungs. Klind found a few in the kitchen.
Sheep, after going back and forth twice, he quickly mastered the essence of the spell. Next, he will try it on people.
He was holding the money bag given by Archbishop Geroni. He didn't dare to cheat directly - or hire a few dwarves. Instead, he wandered to the trading area. In the trading area of the Dwarf King's City, there were all kinds of commodities.
There is a dazzling array of things to see, including slaves. Humans, barbarians, orcs, except for dwarves who no one dares to buy and sell here, there are all kinds of others.
Bishop Klinde made a circle and quickly brought four slaves back. What he bought were all young human males. They were not the most expensive, but they were not cheap either. Archbishop Geroni threw the purse to him.
It was half empty on the spot. When I returned to my residence, I called out one of them at will, and without any explanation, I threw the magic spell over:
"[Drowning Technique]!"
The slave who was called out tried his best to open his mouth wide. He wanted to breathe, but couldn't take in a breath. He could only blush and reflexively reached out to dig at his chest. Until his chest was scratched with bloody marks, his whole body curled up.
He collapsed to the ground before Bishop Klind waved his hand to disperse the spell:
"How about it?"
The slave knelt on the ground and shivered, his forehead pressed tightly to the ground, and he was suppressing even a cough. Bishop Klind looked at him lowered and nodded:
"As long as you're still alive. - Stand up and do it again!"
Once, twice, three times. After three consecutive [Drowning Techniques], the young slave collapsed on the ground, blood foaming from his mouth, and it seemed that he would not survive. Bishop Klind looked at it with disgust and took out the veil.
Wipe your hands:
"A slave is a slave. If his constitution is not good, he can't bear it after only three times. That pagan washed the lungs nine times on one side, a total of eighteen times!"
Fortunately, slaves can be bought if you have money. Bishop Klind consumed one batch of slaves, then another batch of slaves, and finally achieved gratifying results with the third batch:
"Your Excellency, Archbishop, I have achieved preliminary results. I can perform the technique on a subject nine times in a row. - However, whether this method can truly have a therapeutic effect remains to be verified."
"What do you need?" Archbishop Geroni personally verified his spellcasting level and nodded with satisfaction. Bishop Klind replied smoothly:
"I need a sick dwarf. Or, to be safer, it would be better to have a few more."
One day later, several dwarves from the Black Rock Tribe were brought to Bishop Klind.
"The time for you to dedicate yourself to the Lord of Glory and your people is now!"
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