"Treat the wounded?" Tarot was stunned: "How to save it?" ”

The wounded in the hall, who can be saved, have been dealt with in a timely manner. Those who were seriously injured were also treated as much as possible to stop the bleeding. As for what happens after that, we can only wait for the favor of the gods. He couldn't think of anything else he could do.

Lilith walked out from behind Rosen and endorsed Rosen: "Tarot, Mr. Rosen is a very powerful alchemist, he knows a lot of magical healing potion recipes and techniques. ”

Tarot was still skeptical: "But their injuries are too serious, and their lives already belong to death." No matter how miraculous the medicine is, it can't fight the Grim Reaper, right? ”

When the group of them spoke, their voices were not soft, and many wounded people had already heard their conversation, and people's attention was attracted, even those who were seriously wounded lying on the ground, and many of them turned their heads to look at Rosen's position with difficulty.

Rosen knew that a few words would certainly not win trust, so he thought for a moment and said, "You should know about rosemacules, right?" ”

Tarot nodded: "Of course, this serious illness is a curse from the gods on the Merryman. ”

Rosen walked up to little Alice and patted her on the shoulder: "Little Alice once unfortunately suffered from rosemacules, and my medicine cured her." ”

"Really?" Tarot was taken aback, but still a little unconvinced.

The wounded pricked up their ears at once.

Anne spoke, "Really, I saw it with my own eyes. ”

Veronica also nodded: "Not only little Alice, but Rosen also cured the baron of the southern town of Sunderland." ”

Hearing this, Lilith suddenly said, "Some time ago, I heard that Young Master Petain was miraculously cured, it can't have anything to do with you, right?" ”

"I'm the one who cured it."

As soon as these words came out, Tarot immediately believed most of them, and there was a glimmer of hope in the eyes of the wounded people around him.

The fact that even Master Fleming was helpless against rosemacules was now able to cure Rosen is enough to prove that Rosen's profound attainments in alchemy.

Tarot said, "So what to do now?" ”

Rosen already had a plan in mind: "I need some materials to synthesize drugs, and in addition, I need some treatment tools." Also, I need a lot of boiling water. ”

Tarot immediately took out his notebook from his pocket: "Which materials, we will try our best to help you get them together." ”

Rosen reported the materials for the synthesis of penicillin one by one, all of which were very ordinary, and in addition, he also reported some metal materials, most of which were iron, and the others could be easily found.

When he finished reporting, Tarot looked at the material table and was a little dumbfounded: "These things are fine?" It looks ordinary. ”

There's such a thing as mashed potatoes in the ingredients, isn't this a food? How can it be used to cure diseases? For a moment, he was a little suspicious.

Rosen urged: "Time is very tight, those seriously injured can't wait long, snap what I said!" ”

"Oh, okay, let's do it." Tarot hurriedly replied, there was no way, at this time, he could only choose to believe.

Because the materials were all very common things, it didn't take long for several magicians to gather the things that Rosen wanted and put them in a small pile in front of Rosen.

Rosen synthesized penicillin first.

He took a clay jar, smashed all the potatoes, oranges, salt, etc., added water, and stirred it into a pile of paste, and then he activated the alchemical magic and began to synthesize penicillin.

Today, Lawson's elemental perception and elemental manipulation abilities have made great progress, especially the elemental manipulation, which has reached more than 8,000, which is more than five times higher than when he was in Sunderland Town.

In terms of skills, he also has a magic skill such as electronic empowerment, which can directly interfere with chemical reactions.

In terms of energy, Lawson also has an energy pool that contains a huge amount of energy, and with the energy of the energy pool, Lawson can easily break chemical bonds.

Together, these new capabilities have made Rosen more than dozens of times more efficient at synthesizing penicillin than in the past.

After about 15 minutes, his mind moved, and the paste in the jar was immediately divided into two layers, the bottom two-thirds was water and some waste, and the top third was full of penicillin crystals, weighing two kilograms.

These penicillins are sufficient to help the wounded cope with bacterial infection of the wound.

As soon as he had the medicine, Rosen prepared the tools.

He needed a very sharp scalpel, needles and threads for suturing, and a syringe barrel for injection.

In the past, it would have taken a lot of effort for Lawson to create these things, but now, with a movement of his mind, the energy and magic in the energy pool poured into the metal blocks prepared by Tarot and the others.

These pieces of metal immediately turned red and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned directly into a mass of high-temperature liquid metal that emitted an incandescent glow.

If it were Rosen's magic alone, there would still be some distance from melting steel, but the magic was in the energy pool, and with the blessing of massive energy, Rosen easily completed a move that he couldn't even think of before.

Before synthesizing penicillin, everyone couldn't see Lawson's technique, at most they just felt that there was a subtle alchemy technique, but now this hand is a real power.

With a single thought, the strength of the magic power is comparable to that of the great magician Fleming!

Such a thing, the magicians present, don't say that they did it, they didn't even dare to think about it.

Tarot looked at the hot molten iron ball floating in front of Rosen, his eyes widening and swallowing his saliva. No wonder those monsters desperately fled when they saw Lawson, it turned out that this guy's strength had reached the point where it was comparable to that of a great magician!

With such a young age and such a strong strength, this kid is really a peerless genius who has never been born.

The other magicians were also knowledgeable, and there was a sudden gasping sound of 'oh~''hiss~'' and 'shh~' in the hall, and every magician was shocked by Rosenlu's hand.

The molten metal floating in the air began to deform rapidly, and a few seconds later, a small knife with a delicate shape and a smooth surface like a mirror flew out. After a few seconds, some long, curved steel needles fell, and after a while, a few strange iron pipes fell, and finally a pair of scissors flew out.

After five or six minutes, the tools were basically ready.

Rosen let out a long sigh of relief, turned to look at the wounded in the hall, and then strode towards a seriously wounded man who had been disemboweled.

This guy was probably in his 30s, his face was almost indistinguishable from a corpse, he was extremely injured, he had lost a lot of blood, and his intestines were broken, and if it weren't for the magician's extremely strong willpower, he would have been finished by now.

In fact, this guy only has his last breath left, and his life could pass away at any time.

Rosen turned to the magician Tarot, "What's his name?" ”

"Shuma, a 2-star magician, engineering genius...... It's a pity. Tarot's expression darkened.

Rosen nodded, turned around and gently lifted the rag covering the mage Shuma's body, carefully examining the wound.

The wounded man's eyes moved, and he looked at Rosen, with a hint of longing in his eyes.

Rosen looked at it for a while, and felt a little weak, because the injury was too serious, not to mention that five or six intestines were broken, and the liver and spleen and other organs were also obviously damaged.

He knew that he must not show cowardice at this time, because with such a serious injury, the patient's own will is also very important, and once the other party doubts him, the probability of success will be immediately reduced by more than half.

His face was impassive, and his tone was unusually determined: "Xiuma, I can save you!" ”

Magician Shuma's eyes lit up slightly.

"But it's a little painful, you have to endure it, and you must not faint, you must stay awake."

"Hmm~" The young man made a very soft sound in his throat, and his head nodded slightly.

"Good. Endure! ”

Rosen shoved a rag into the young man's mouth for him to bite on, and then began to clean the wound.

Shuma snorted, clenched her teeth, and trembled slightly.

Rosen's body was also trembling slightly, he was nervous, he knew that time was short, so he moved as fast as possible.

Soon, the wound was cleared, because the delay was too long, the surface of the broken tissue had been partially necrotic, and Rosen used a knife to cut out a fresh wound, and then quickly sutured it.

In the eyes of others, Rosen slashed, acupuncture, and stitched Shuma's body, simply treating his body as a rag doll.

The people present were all relatively open-minded magicians, but there were still people who couldn't stand it and wanted to go up and stop it.

"Don't go!" Lilith immediately stopped the man.

"But how is his healing technique different from that of a necromancer? This is so evil that he is most likely transforming the undead! A magician whispered.

Lilith still shook her head: "I know Rosen, he won't harm us." ”

"......."

"No, but, wait patiently!" Lilith grimaced.

The magicians immediately lost their voices, and although many people did not agree with Rosen's approach, they could only endure it.

After about ten minutes, Rosen treated all the wounds, sewed up his belly, and began to inject penicillin into the other person's body.

He first applied a little bit on the skin, waited for a while, and used his magic to observe that there was no specific reaction, and then injected a large number of injections, which was to prevent later infections.

When he was done, Rosen glanced up at Shuma, who was still clutching the rag tightly and his eyes were still open, indicating that he was still conscious.

He was not at ease, so he gently patted Xiuma's face and asked, "Dude~ Can you hear me?" When he heard it, he blinked. ”

After a few seconds, Shuma blinked slightly.

Rosen breathed a sigh of relief.

He wasn't a doctor, and he knew that the operation he had done was very unprofessional, but he also knew that because of the help of alchemy, at least in terms of wound cleaning, he had done a pretty good job, and there was not a single trace of dirt on the wound, not a single bacterium left.

Next, whether this young magician can survive or not depends on whether God rewards his face or not.

After dealing with this casualty, Lawson walked over to another casualty and began the dazzling magical version of surgery once again.

About 3 hours later, Rosen finished treating the last casualty.

"Is that all there is to it?" Tarot asked cautiously.

Rosen shook his head: "No, it's not enough, I'm just doing the initial treatment now, and the follow-up care is also very important." I'm going to talk about the essentials of nursing, and you should write them down carefully and be sure to do them meticulously. ”

Tarot looked at the wounded, these wounded people didn't look very good, especially the original Xiuma, he looked still dying and might lose his breath at any time.

He was not at all optimistic about this evil treatment, but out of awe of Rosen's great power, he pulled out his notebook.

Seeing that he was ready, Rosen told him some of the common sense of nursing that he knew in his previous life.

After speaking, Rosen said: "I have done everything I can." Next, it's up to the gods to keep them in the mortal world. ”

These words made Tarot's heart feel colder and colder, and he sighed: "Yes, may the gods bless them. ”

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While Lawson was busy treating the seriously injured magician, outside the academy walls, Amran stood on the top floor of a mansion, looking out at the stone house in the academy from afar.

"That guy has been in for hours, do you think he's not going to leave?" Amran spoke suddenly.

Beside him stood Auramson, who shrugged, "Maybe." What are you going to do? Continue to send people to death? ”

"Of course not." Amran shook his head: "I want to build a trebuchet and throw a bucket of Thunder Power Potion over it to see if I can blow him up." ”

Auramson shook his head: "It's useless. That kid reacted so quickly that the potion barrel couldn't hit him at all. ”

"This guy is damn bad!" Amran looked depressed.

At this time, the sky was already a little bright, perhaps because the monster had not appeared for a long time, and some surviving city dwellers appeared on the streets.

Amran heard the movement, turned his head to look, looked at it, and suddenly clapped his hands lightly: "There is!" ”

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