Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1291 1263. Patient Experimental Sample
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It was very rare for the Blood Noble, who had always maintained a decisive and cold image since they met, to show obvious hesitation at this moment.

"This is a complication of the late stage of gray blood disease after intervention with [blood therapy]. The clergy said that it is best not to expose the patients' heads to light or touch them, otherwise it may be dangerous."

Although she hesitated, Maria still told Lan the explanation she heard from the clergy.

"Really? Then I'll pay attention."

Lan En agreed obediently.

But as he walked, he looked down at his hands vaguely.

He still remembered the feeling of his hand when he wanted to press the mad patient's head directly to calm him down.

That sack of coarse cloth that can hold two normal human heads does not feel empty!
Also, the way the white-robed priest handled the mad patient after he subdued him didn't seem like he was dealing with a patient at all.

The work requirements in the Research Hall are not complicated or difficult to complete.

So Maria just briefly explained it and then left with the form filled out by Lan.

It seems that although she can directly complete Lan En's hunter status, she still needs to go to the Healing Church to complete the filing.

Even at this time when it is in urgent need of people, the Healing Church still has its own charters and regulations.

It may seem rigid, but it actually demonstrates strong organizational skills.

Able to achieve your goals even under great pressure.

No matter whether this process is forced or not, as long as it can still function, the cohesion of this organization is already outstanding.

The Healing Church can transform the "future" Yharnam into a city where both politics and religion are completely in control. Its ruling power and organization were already evident in the Old Yharnam era.

Lan En, who was on the job temporarily, took advantage of his identity as a Yharnam hunter and wandered around the research hall seemingly aimlessly.

But every time his eyes swept over a place, Mentos would directly construct a scan map in his mind and integrate it into the architectural analysis of the research hall.

"But sir," as Lan walked around like a stroll, Mentos' voice, even though it was tuned to the 'British butler accent', was a little unsettled, "The interior of this building is really a bit too counterintuitive, isn't it?"

Lan En was actually grinding his back teeth secretly.

This place really doesn't conform to normal architectural structure.

When it comes to the strange and magnificent buildings he has seen, the witcher believes that after traveling through many worlds, his knowledge is quite good.

However, there are not many places as complex and tiring as Yharnam.

Perhaps it could be compared to the Great Library of Lothric that he and his men had sneaked into when they rescued Rosalia's daughter Gertrude?
The group of Lothric sages, who were so obsessed with their studies, did not care that the mountains of books had turned the originally neat and spacious building into a huge maze.

But they were accompanied by the golden-armored winged knights who had already transformed. After rescuing Gercide from the top floor of the Lothric Library, they rushed to the bottom floor.

The vision at the beginning is clear and broad, so it will naturally not be confusing afterwards.

But in this old Yharnam research hall, let’s not talk about how the Gothic style makes it more difficult to identify the building.

Just talk about its structure.

It does rest on a large pillar in the center of the building, carrying a spiral staircase leading to each floor.

But this column is liftable!
Its spiral staircase and floor interfaces can also be disconnected and reconnected!
At first, when Lan En walked to the top of the spiral staircase, he was a little dumbfounded when he saw the stairs that did not connect to any floor.

Looking back, he saw a descendant of Sumeru standing on a floor that was not connected to any spiral staircase. His rigid and indifferent eyes looked at him without any emotion.

Only then did he realize that the stairs could be raised and lowered.

But he still didn't know where the switch to control the lifting was, nor did he know under what circumstances this thing would be controlled.

After silently noting down another detail that interested him, Lan En strolled around as if he was just taking a leisurely stroll.

This research hall is very strange, but the witcher can also feel that the problem here is very critical.

Whether it was the descendant of Sumeru who was sent to guard the stairs, or Maria who was sent to maintain the normal operation of the organization, or even the clergyman in white robes
The combination of these characters must be difficult even in the Healing Church.

"Ah, you became a hunter?"

Just as I was thinking about it, a low voice came from the distance.

The witcher turned around and saw a white-robed clergyman standing at the top of a staircase, watching him walk on the spiral staircase.

His tone was calm and low, but Lan En could keenly sense a hint of pity from his tone which was no different from before.

What a shame! I became a hunter in Yharnam? How does this affect you?
Lan En actually already had some guesses in his mind, but his expression remained unchanged from before, and he just nodded to him.

"Forget it. Let the hunter be a hunter." The white-robed clergyman said in a voice almost whispering.

In this busy research hall filled with the cries of patients, his voice should have been drowned out.

But the demon hunter's keen senses allowed Lan to capture all of this.

"Come up, we need your help here." The white-robed clergyman's tone no longer had the implicit regret, and instead greeted him directly in a commanding tone.

Lan En did not refuse, he just smiled. Instead, he followed his instructions obediently like a newcomer in the workplace.

They passed the blood-stained medical carts and many dirty bandages piled in the corners. The wails of the gray-blooded patients echoed in the wards on each floor. The rooms had good sound insulation, but because of the good sound insulation, the shrill screams turned into ghostly whispers after leaving the door.

And it is a constant chattering, a whispering gathering together.

When they arrived in front of a ward, the white-robed clergyman didn't even enter the door. He pointed inside to Lan En as if he was bored.

"Suppress the patients' noise inside and let them stay still. It's okay for them to cry, but it's best not to let them kill themselves."

He spoke coldly amid the patient's wailing.

"Ms. Maria did a good job before, and I hope you can do the same."

"Also, don't move their heads, that's Jen. That's a dangerous maneuver, it could be life-threatening."

After saying this as if giving orders to his subordinates, the clergyman in white robes walked away.

But when he passed by Lan En, he felt an inexplicable chill.

But this feeling was as untraceable as an illusion, so he shook his head and ignored it.

It would be strange if you had not experienced hallucinations while studying arcane, medicine, etc. in Yharnam.

But Lan En didn't look back, but raised his hand and touched his chin.

He moved his lips, revealing his cold white teeth.

"Mentos," the witcher said slowly in his mind, "the word he really wanted to say just now was 'precious', right?"

The biochemical intelligent computer did not respond, but remained silent.

But this is already a response.

'Precious', and Lan En could think of no other word to describe a patient.

——Experimental sample.

Despite his experience in the 'future' Yharnam, Lan En did not initially feel that the Healing Church was as progressive and compassionate as they were now described by the people of Yharnam.

But after he really got the clue, he still felt angry for a moment.

But then he controlled his anger.

This is just the nightmare of the ancient gods, telling the story of things that happened decades ago.

No matter how cruel, dark, or despicable it is, it is already a fact.

What he had to do now was to dig out the deepest secrets from this disgusting established fact.

Looking at the back of the white-robed clergyman, the dragon scales on Lan En's gauntlets made a slight "clicking" sound, which was him relaxing the tense muscles in his hands.

Lan En turned around and walked into the dim ward.

There were only two kerosene lamps in the huge ward, and the brick and stone walls and floors illuminated by them appeared damp and cold.

Lying on the rows of wooden beds were gray-blood patients who looked exactly like the crazy patients Lan En had suppressed before.

But their limbs have not yet started to dry up and stretch like the mad man.

But the hospital gown with a loose skirt, the restraints tied around the chest, and the sack on the shoulders were all exactly the same.

Under the dim light, the patients' cries of pain could be heard as they twisted and turned in their beds.

There are two large bottles of bright red liquid hanging on infusion poles next to each person's bed, which are injected into the blood vessels.

The scene here is like a nightmare portrayal of an eighteenth-century horror novel about a lunatic asylum brought into reality.

Lan En took a deep breath of the air that smelled of strange medicine and walked forward to comfort these patients who were in so much pain that they were harming themselves.

Their nails have already begun scratching at their bodies.

Trying to weaken and numb the long-lasting pain with sharp but short-term pain.

Originally, Lan En was planning to try using the [Yaxi Seal] to see if it would work.

But unexpected.

As Lan's footsteps approached, the patient, who was lying on the bed with his body arched in pain, spoke tremblingly.

"Maria, Ms. Maria! Save me! Hold, hold my hand!"

His voice sounded like he was on the verge of losing consciousness, as if the name he uttered was his last resort.

The other patients were just like him, even panicked, a little afraid that the "Ms. Maria" they were talking about would leave, and they spoke in a rush but weakly.

The voices of men and women came from inside the sack.

"Please, please tell me more about your favorite flower, Ms. Maria. What does it look like in the sun? Its colors, its petals... I can't see anything, oooo!"

"Ms. Maria, it hurts so much."

(End of this chapter)