Way of Choices

The doctor's hall is quiet, and the innermost room can even hear people's breathing, and can even hear someone deliberately lowering their breathing. Some people lowered their heads, some people looked around nervously, and the atmosphere was very depressed, as if someone was watching here.

In a tense atmosphere, suddenly someone could not help but cough, the general looked at him and continued to ask, "Is it ten days away?"

Because of this sentence, the atmosphere in the room was slightly lighter.

An Hua followed the priest to the window and asked in a low voice: "What the **** is going on?"

The priest said: "No one can let the pharmacist make a recipe, because until now, no one knows who made this panacea."

Hearing this answer, An Hua was very surprised and forgot the strange atmosphere between the scenes. The voice said slightly: "How is this possible?"

Since this kind of panacea exists in the world, and it has been used, it is natural that someone sent the medicine to the major military offices. How can it be impossible to find out who made the medicine?

The priest raised her right hand and motioned her to pay attention to her emotions, but gave no explanation.

"Even if you don't know the origin of this immortality, what about imitation? If you don't have a recipe, you can use the ingredients of immortality to push backwards."

An Hua looked at the hesitation of the priest and thought he guessed what his concerns were. He persuaded: "This is to save lives and help the wounded, not to do business. The life of the frontline soldiers is in danger. It is countless times more important than those stale moral concepts. I believe Both the archbishops and you should know this very well."

The priest shook his head and said, "You don't understand, this matter is very complicated, this immortality medicine is also very complicated, it is difficult to imitate."

"Looking at the name, you can probably guess that this medicine should be based on cinnabar and supplemented by various medicines. If it is really so magical, the important thing is definitely in the auxiliary materials." An Hua said in the eyes of the priest. "But please don't tell me how rare and rare those adjuvants are, because that cannot convince me."

There are no medicinal materials in the world that cannot be found by the state religion and the court, but this does not leave the clergyman speechless. He said with a wry smile: "Don't say that those auxiliary materials are found, even what kinds of auxiliary materials are there for this panacea, No one can figure it out until now."

An Hua was shocked again, thinking that with the ability of so many priests and scholars in the state religion and the imperial court, how could not yet figure out the composition and proportion of those adjuvants.

The priest lowered his voice and said, "There are too few medicinal herbs available for research, and the person who provided medicinal herbs has already stated that it is forbidden to do so."

Hearing that there was such a thing, An Hua became more interested and asked, "What is the origin of this immortality?"

"As I said before, no one knows the origin, people only know that a bottle of panacea appeared in Yonglanguan a year ago."

The eyes of the priest suddenly became bright, as if glowing, but that was not greed and possessiveness, but yearning and awe.

There were twenty pills in the bottle of pills that appeared in Yonglan Pass. Maybe it was the doctor who was in a hurry, maybe the mysterious alchemist made some arrangements in advance. In short, a seriously wounded soldier took it He got a panacea and survived.

Afterwards, such things kept happening, no matter how many injuries were suffered, as long as there was no death on the spot, after taking this immortality, you can survive, although not every time you can completely repair the wounded, some monks You can't heal a broken or broken meridian, but at least they stay away from the shadow of death.

All the people who saw the picture of red medicine saving people exclaimed that this was a miracle.

The spread of miracles is extremely rapid in nature. In a very short time, this mysterious elixir has become the most famous thing in more than ten military palaces in the snow field.

I don’t know from what day, people suddenly know that this medicine is called cinnabar, but still don’t know where it came from and who did it.

Healing dead people and giving birth to bones, these are two sentences that An Hua read on Dao Zang. Of course she knows that this is an exaggerated description and cannot be true. But today the reactions of the people in the medical hall, as well as the bright eyes of the priest, are telling her that this is a real existence and has been seen. How could there be such a thing? Even if the legendary sacred medicine is really hidden in the depths of the palace, this must be the case, and the number of sacred medicine must be very small, and it has no meaning for this war...

She suddenly asked, "How many cinnabars are there?"

The priest said, "No one knows."

Hearing this answer again, An Hua suddenly felt very tired.

But this time it has nothing to do with mysticism, just a simple mathematical problem.

"A month later, a bottle of cinnabar will appear, so no one knows, how many are in that person's hand."

The clergyman looked into her eyes and said: "I am more inclined to believe that Zhu Sha Dan was refined by that person, and is being refined continuously."

An Hua was shocked again, and his voice said slightly: "I also hope it is the latter."

If it is the latter, it means that cinnabar can continuously supply front-line soldiers, and it may increase gradually.

This is the best situation no matter from which point of view, of course, first of all, it must be built on the premise that Zhu Sha Dan is really so magical.

An Hua looked at the priest, and there was a look of hope in his eyes, even a little begging.

The priest knows her mood at this time, what she wants to hear, because he has had the same moment, the tension and expectation are still unforgettable.

He looked at her calmly and firmly and said: "Yes, Vermilion can really save lives, no matter how many injuries you have."

An Hua's hands were trembling, not because of tension, but because of joy and daze.

She is a priest and healer. She is deeply compassionate and kind. She thinks most often about how to save lives.

She knew this meant that for the first time in human history, he had a holy medicine that could be mass-produced.

For her, this meant that a lot of life and death were gone, and the pain disappeared.

Of course, for the human race, this holy medicine also means more things, such as some important formations and monks equal to two lives.

So, what does this immortality mean for this war between the human race and the demons?

An Hua didn't think about it.

She was thinking, what would this immortality be if it was not a gift from the kingdom of God to the human race?

No matter who that person is, he is destined to stand on the altar of history and accept the worship of all people?

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(The word count of this chapter is 1981, continue to make up the account of the chapter that was updated repeatedly at the starting point that day.)

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