Fighter of the Destiny

The Holy Medical Center was quiet. In the innermost room, you could even hear people breathing, and you could even hear someone deliberately lowering their breathing. Some people lowered their heads, and some people looked around nervously. The atmosphere was very depressing and tense, as if someone was peeping here.

In the tense atmosphere, someone suddenly couldn't help coughing. The general glanced at him and continued to ask: Ten more days?

Because of these words, the atmosphere in the room became slightly lighter.

Anhua followed the priest to the window and asked in a low voice: What on earth is going on?

The priest said: No one can ask the pharmacist to give a complete prescription, because until now, no one knows who made this elixir.

Hearing this answer, Anwar was very surprised. He forgot about the strange atmosphere in the venue and said in a slightly high voice: How is this possible?

Since this kind of elixir exists in the world and has been used, it is natural that someone sent the elixir to the major military offices. How could we not find out who made the elixir?

The priest raised his right hand to signal her to pay attention to her emotions, but did not give any explanation.

Even if you don't know the origin of this elixir, what about its imitation? If you don't have a prescription, you can still deduce it from the ingredients of the elixir.

Anhua looked at the priest's hesitant expression, thinking he had guessed what his concerns were, and persuaded him: This is to save lives, not to do business. The lives of frontline soldiers are countless times more important than those outdated moral concepts. I believe This should be clear to both the archbishops and you.”

The priest shook his head and said: You don't understand. This matter is very complicated. This kind of elixir is also very complicated and difficult to imitate.

You can roughly guess from the name that this elixir should be based on cinnabar and supplemented by other medicines. If it is really so magical, the important part must be in the auxiliary materials. Anhua stared into the priest's eyes and said: But please don't tell me how rare those adjuvants are, because that won't convince me.

There are no medicinal materials in the world that the state religion and the imperial court cannot find, but this does not make the priest speechless. He smiled bitterly and said: Don't talk about finding those auxiliary materials, even what kind of auxiliary materials are there in this elixir? No one has been able to figure it out until now.”

Anwar was shocked again, thinking that with the abilities of so many priests and scholars in the state religion and the imperial court, how could it be possible that the ingredients and proportions of those auxiliary medicines had not been figured out yet.

The priest lowered his voice and said: The number of elixirs available for research is too small, and the person who provided the elixirs has stated in advance that this is prohibited.

Hearing that there was such a thing, Anhua became more and more interested and asked: What is the origin of this elixir?

As I said before, no one knows the origin. People only know that a bottle of elixir appeared in Yonglan Pass a year ago.

The priest's eyes suddenly became bright, as if they were glowing, but it was not greed and possessiveness, but yearning and awe.

The bottle of elixir that appeared at Yonglan Pass contained twenty elixirs. Maybe it was due to a sudden illness, or maybe the mysterious alchemist had made some arrangements in advance. In short, a soldier who was seriously injured and about to die took it. He took a pill and survived.

After that, things like this kept happening. No matter how injured you were, as long as you didn't die on the spot, you could survive after taking this elixir. Although it was not possible to completely repair the injured person's injuries every time, some monks Damage to the Youfu or broken meridians cannot be cured, but at least they are away from the shadow of death.

Everyone who saw the scene of the elixir saving people with their own eyes exclaimed that it was a miracle.

Naturally, the spread of the miracle was very fast. In a very short period of time, this mysterious elixir became the most famous thing in more than ten military mansions in the snow field.

I don’t know which day started, but people suddenly knew that this elixir was called Cinnabar Pill, but they still didn’t know where it came from or who made it.

Healing dead people and raising bones are two sentences that Anhua read in Daozang. Of course she knew that these were exaggerated descriptions and could not be true. But the reactions of the people in the Holy Medical Center today, as well as the bright eyes of the priest, told her that this was a real existence, and it had been seen. How could such a thing happen? Even if the legendary holy medicine is really hidden deep in the palace, it must be nothing more than this, and the quantity of the holy medicine must be very small, which has no significance for this war...

She suddenly asked: How many cinnabar pills are there in total?

The priest said: No one knows.

Hearing this answer again, Anwar suddenly felt very tired.

But this time it has nothing to do with mysticism, just simple math.

Every one month, a bottle of cinnabar pills will appear, so no one knows how many pills that person has in his hand.

The priest looked into her eyes and said: I am more inclined to believe that the cinnabar pill was refined by that person, and is being refined continuously.

Anwar was shocked again and said in a tight voice: I also hope it is the latter.

If it is the latter, it means that Cinnabar Pill can continuously supply the soldiers on the front line, and it may gradually increase.

No matter from which point of view, this is the best situation, of course, first of all, it must be based on the premise that Cinnabar Pill is really so magical.

Anhua looked at the priest with a look of hope in his eyes, even a bit like begging.

The priest knew how she was feeling at this time and what she wanted to hear, because he had experienced the same moment before, and the tension and anticipation were unforgettable to this day.

He looked at her and said calmly and firmly: Yes, Cinnabar Pill can really save lives, no matter how injured you are.

Anwar's hands were shaking a little, not because of nervousness, but because of joy and confusion.

She is a clergyman and a doctor, with a deep compassion and love. What she thinks most about is how to save lives and heal the wounded.

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

For her, this means that many separations between life and death are gone, and the pain disappears.

Of course, this holy medicine also means more things to the human race. For example, some important formation masters and ascetics have two lives.

So, what does this pill mean for the war between humans and demons?

Anwar didn't think about this.

She was thinking, if this kind of elixir is not a gift given to human beings by the Kingdom of God, what could it be?

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

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(The number of words in this chapter is 1981. I will continue to make up for the chapter that was repeatedly updated at the starting point that day.)