Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 39 Small Matters
On the operating table, the anesthesia effect of [Hell Mushroom] was as effective as ever.

Lisa, the maid, was unconscious with her wrists immobilized.

Ivan cut the skin with a knife, and then cut the rest with scissors as if making a specimen.

The exposed bright red muscles were covered with blood vessels and nerves. The girl's wrist twitched just as the metal utensils touched the surface.

Ivan frowned, a little incredulous.

She was anesthetized by herself, so why did she still react.

[Hell Mushroom] is no better than ordinary anesthetics, and its effect is much better than ether.

"No, this is not an ordinary muscle."

"The color is much brighter than normal muscle, like the tense and congested biceps of a hunk who is vigorously exercising his body."

"And it can be seen from the appearance alone that its contraction ability is much stronger than that of ordinary muscles. This cannot happen to a weak woman."

Ivan studied until late at night, and he finally determined that this kind of muscle should be a side effect of using a large dose of [Meat Zhi Ling Powder].

Because the strength of the muscle is beyond imagination, Ivan even thinks that he has violated the basic force, and named it [Reaction Force Muscle].

The funny thing is, Lisa's nervous system has no way of controlling it.

He suspects that another set of nerves is needed to control the [reaction muscles]—the human soul.

But the human soul is invisible and intangible, so how can it be studied?

Ivan decided to put Lisa by his side first, and slowly experiment later.

He called Little Henry: "Take good care of this experimental subject, and usually arrange some simple tasks for her."

"Yes."

"In addition, she has been anesthetized for three days, and she may be weak when she wakes up. Give her supplements for a period of time. If she finds a problem and wants to escape, you know what to do."

"Are you going out?"

Little Henry saw Ivan packing up his things.

"Yes, I will go and treat the Marquis of Condorcet later."

"The price is that he will stand on the side of the Dorian family in the city council. After all, I want to use a large share of the land to build the hospital, and I need his help."

Central Street is a place where more than the top is less than the bottom.

The rules here are neither as bloody as the slums, nor as pretentious as the city hall.

Miss Jasmine was standing in front of the vendor, carefully picking out a few potatoes.

This is an ingredient passed from the enclave, and its round appearance is a bit pleasing.

Jasmine suddenly remembered that there were many more patients from other places in Master Ivan's clinic yesterday, and she watched him from a distance for a long time. He had been busy all day, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Today is the first week of December in winter, and according to the local customs, it is necessary to eat a chicken meal.

Da da da - gulu.

The crowd scattered, and the hooves and ruts moved longitudinally along the ground.

The gray horse let out a cry from its nose, and exhaled a breath of white air.

A look of surprise appeared in Jasmine's eyes.

It's not that she has never seen a carriage, but the person on that carriage is her sweetheart.

Ivan sat on the car seat and rubbed his nose helplessly.

This hired carriage didn't even have any curtains, and the cold air rushed in from the windows, making his face like a layer of frost.

"Hey, walk slowly." Ivan knocked on the car door.

Being blown down by the wind like this, I'm afraid I'm going to catch a cold.

Hearing the order, the groom quickly pulled up the reins a little, and then used a command that only horse breeders could understand to slow down the gray horse's speed again and again.

The cold sunlight dissipated some of the moisture.

The car stopped.

It's the Bois de Boulogne.

The entrance is a place with high steps, and there are side doors in other places.

The prostitutes were reluctant to go out to meet customers in cold weather, so two marble statues of women sighing with their hands on their chests stood at the door instead.

Some people say that these statues were built in the likeness of Magdalene, and their movements are indeed seductive, but some passers-by still miss the real women with bare breasts who like to wave handkerchiefs.

After Ivan got out of the car, he found that there were mostly luxurious vehicles around him.

There are several vehicles that are still acquaintances.

In his memory, there are scenes of having fun in the Bois de Boulogne mansion, so he can walk to the destination by himself without looking for a guide.

Some unrefined things happened on the way. A prostitute who knew Ivan insisted on introducing him to a new Viennese girl, but I strongly refused, but it happened that the other party was going to deliver some drinks to the Marquis of Condorcet, so They followed all the way.

Before finally walking to the room, the girl teased Ivan with her eyes.

"Cut, prudish."

Ivan was expressionless, but when the other party turned around, he slapped the girl's butt hard.

"You bastard."

Before he finished speaking, he took the tools and walked into the room.

The Marquis de Condorcet had already teased and drank several glasses with several women.

Drinks here include expensive taxes.

Renting an exclusive room in the Bois de Boulogne mansion is an extremely expensive consumption, so the Marquis of Condorcet does not care about the consumption of gold Lang.

"Ivan, you are finally here."

The Marquis of Condorcet resolved the embarrassment of the two people very well: "I didn't expect you to come so soon. When I saw you last time, I thought you were an extraordinary person, but I didn't expect you to be the son of Baron Dorian."

The girls left with great discernment.

"I am flattered by Your Excellency's compliment."

Ivan smiled: "Baron Robespierre should have invited you to the meeting yesterday, right? I heard that the newly joined tax official was also involved."

"Son, Baron Robespierre and I are good friends, but he should show enough respect to the mayor and Baron Dorian. Of course, Baron Robespierre is helpful for the large-scale hospital construction plan you suggested. Not sane at all, but I'm not as conservative as he is."

The Marquis was full of energy, except for some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, even his white hair was faintly visible.

The Condorcet family's assets in the country are quite rich, and they have many business contacts with nobles in other cities.

The probing words were almost finished, and Ivan decided to get down to business.

"What about the land?"

"Things involving other minor nobles are easy to deal with, but part of the ownership of that part of the land belongs to the Dumont family. It is even more difficult to grab something from him, unless there is someone of equal importance willing to help you."

"You mean"

The Marquis of Condorcet moved his arm: "My arm is so sore for some reason."

"Please go to sleep first, and I will treat you."

"Then trouble you."

Ivan took out a medicinal powder that ordinary people could not understand from the tool bag, mixed it with physiological saline and Rouzhiling powder, and used mint to remove the slightly pungent taste of the Rouzhiling powder.

Then he brought the snuff bottle under Condorcet's nose, beckoning him to take a deep breath.

"This is the incense that will benefit your healing."

"Yeah. I gotta suck it up"

Before he finished speaking, he fell asleep in a daze.

[Hell Mushroom] powder will fall into a deep sleep if ingested in a small amount, and if ingested in excess, it will keep having nightmares.

The Marquis of Condorcet asked him to treat his right arm, because he had fallen from a horse in his early years, and the flexibility of his right arm had always been a big problem, and he was not very good at holding a knife and fork.

Initial diagnosis, nerve damage.

If [Corrosion Concoction] is used, Ivan can directly corrode his arm.

However, considering that the medicinal properties of [Corrosive Concoction] are not very clear, if the Marquis of Condorcet is transformed into an alien, it will be difficult to imprison him based on his status.

So it's better to be cautious.

Ivan's hammer collided with the saw, making a crisp metallic sound.

The cure of [Flesh Spirit Powder] is to directly shape the vacant part of the body, and Ivan himself has no relevant knowledge of human neurological recovery, so his treatment plan is to cut off his arm and wait for the [Flesh Spirit Powder] Grow its arms again.

In this way, it is inevitable to see blood and minced meat.

Fortunately, the opponent has been anesthetized.

Work can be done quickly.

Bind the lower part of the arm with wooden blocks and ropes, which is beneficial for the physician to exert force with the saw.

Ivan began to move the cross-section of the saw from side to side, and blood soon stained his sleeve red.

"Fortunately, when I came out, I brought an extra set of clothes."

The saw can form a relatively regular wound surface, and there will not be too much pressure to cause secondary damage when cutting.

If you use an axe, the chopping momentum is too small if you don't turn it up. If you chop crookedly, it will cause secondary damage. If you don't break it and then make up again, it will be secondary damage.

Whoa whoa whoa.

"The sedative effect of [Hell Mushroom] is really strong. It does not require blood injection, and the human body can be anesthetized so quickly through breathing."

Ivan wiped the blood off his chin, and the sweat on his forehead dripped down his neck in an instant. If someone entered the private room now, he might think that a demon was killing people and dismembering his body.

"Okay, I'm going to use [Rugami Ling Powder] next."

Thanks to Lisa who just joined the clinic, Ivan has already learned that the proportion of [Meaty Spirit Powder] is below 20.00% and will not produce [Reaction Muscle].

Speaking of [reaction muscle], Ivan narrowed his eyes.

This stuff is kind of anti-science.

It itself is not controlled by human nerves.

But it can be drawn by one's own consciousness.

If you have to make a big analogy, it's like the human body has a signal system with a faster transmission speed, which can be directly transmitted from the main body consciousness to the muscle itself with almost no error.

under objective reasoning
Ivan thinks that either the meridians in Chinese medicine are playing a role.

Or it is the soul that stores consciousness in the legend.

Thinking of this, he even went into a trance for a moment: "Soul, is there really such a thing?"

It cannot be said that there is nothing that cannot be proved.

Things that can be proved indirectly can be regarded as existence.

Stayed in the private room for more than an hour, during which the Marquis Condorcet's arm healed itself like the rose of Jericho, growing from a raised dough, and finally became a brand new, pink Adult arm with mucus.

Ivan wiped the saw with a rag: "It's time to go."

"The anesthesia effect is still continuing, and it may take a while." Ivan explained clearly to the prostitute serving Condorcet, and asked the maid to change and wash the bloody quilt covers.

tip.

Condorcet would give them that.

Miss Jasmine was shivering from the cold wind, but she was unwilling to go back directly, so she curled up in a corner and stared at the gate of the mansion.

It wasn't until Miss Jasmine saw Master Ivan coming out that she prepared to come out to say hello.

"Why why."

She noticed that Ivan had changed into an outfit.

Not the one before.

Trousers, trousers are different.

A girl chased him out and tied a scarf on him.

This made Miss Jasmine's originally prepared remarks stuffed in her throat, and finally she stared blankly at the other party going away.

(End of this chapter)