The temperature in the center of the building is much warmer than that on the periphery.

There was a huge deep-bottomed cauldron in the room, and it was a thin girl who was stirring the cauldron, and she was stepping on a low stool, and she was struggling to spin the long stick in the pot.

The bright flames under the stone pit, and the heat wafting from the mouth of the pot, kept the whole room hot, and an old man in a short gray robe and a goatee walked back and forth next to each other on the wall, next to the other, and an old man in a short gray robe with a goatee walking back and forth.

The old man's brow was almost wrung off, and he swirled in front of the shelf where the medicinal herbs were placed, muttering words in his mouth, and his right hand kept brushing his beard, as if he used a little more force, he would directly pull off a handful of beards.

Noticing that someone had come in, the old man quickly glanced back, looking worried, but when he saw the person who had come and saw that it was Sasriel who was shrouded in shadows, the old man was visibly relieved, and saluted in the direction of the door:

"Lord Saslil."

The girl stirring the cauldron turned her head in surprise, and in a panic wanted to stand on the low stool to salute, but she fell down because of the unsteady center of gravity, and a soft shadow supported her body, holding the girl who resembled the old man somewhat.

"Lord Saslil! Thank you, thank you......" The girl's face was already hot because of the heat of the medicinal soup, and now it is even more red and dripping blood.

Sasriel smiled at her before turning to the old man, "Artsyom, the situation is not very good. ”

The old man shook his head slowly: "You are the embodiment of a noble god, you shouldn't come here......"

Sasriel was obviously familiar with the old man, and reluctantly interrupted the other party: "You know I don't care about these things. I'm here to hear from you about the patients. ”

Returning to his familiar range, the old man seemed more worried: "The number of patients is just over 100 now, and although we are barely able to maintain the 'nursing home' situation and ensure that the disease does not spread further in the city, more manpower is needed here.

"I've asked Abram to go to the countryside and find a 'harvest priest' to come and help. I tried several formulas, but none of them were strong enough, and I wondered what was wrong......"

Sasriel swept over the materials on the shelves: "Considering that their symptoms are characterized by extreme cold and heat at the same time, can they use attribute hedging materials at the same time?" ”

"This is also the point that gives me the most headaches, take the blood of the Flowing Flame Lizard and the Frost Daffodil, and put it in at the same time to neutralize ......"

While Sasriel and the old man were discussing the recipe for the herbs, Zoya looked sideways at the huge pot, and the sound of bubbles in the pot became more and more intense, which made the lark look at the girl who was standing aside and secretly looking at Sasriel.

When she made eye contact with the bird, the girl was stunned for a moment, as if she had suddenly come back to her senses, and remembered that she still had a task to do.

When she raised her leg to step on the low stool again, she accidentally touched a rattan frame in the corner, and the oval-shaped fruit in it immediately rolled to the ground.

The old man looked at this scene and sighed heavily: "Gina! By the time the potion is boiled and cleaned up by itself, my waist is no longer suitable for this. ”

"Yes, yes! I'm sorry! The girl looked like she was about to cry, and the incarnation of the sun god was watching, she had never imagined such a humiliating day.

Sasriel's eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at the lark on his shoulder, just now he felt a slight extraordinary fluctuation.

Sasriel leaned down, picked up a crimson, shriveled fruit from the ground, and gently pressed the folded epidermis: "Sun-dried fire incense tree fruit...... I remember it had a milder heating effect. ”

"Yes, but I've never used this ingredient in the recipe, it's just that someone sent them over......"

Sasriel looked at Zoya, the lark's peaceful eyes lit up, but he didn't say anything.

The girl no longer eavesdropped on her grandfather's conversation, but grabbed the long stick and continued to stir the soup in the cauldron so that it would not overflow from the boiling bubbles.

The old man glanced at the hourglass next to the medicine dispensing table, and shouted at the girl: "Hold on a little longer, there is still half a moment!" ”

The girl answered with difficulty, and continued to stir the cauldron that was about as tall as hers, because the flames were burned red.

Sasriel raised the fire incense tree fruit in his hand: "You can try it, add some seed flesh to the boiled medicinal soup, and I will try the medicine." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the "god incarnate" in embarrassment: "Lord Sasriel, this is not appropriate. You are not a patient, and you have a body that is far stronger than ordinary people, and the results of your drug trial"

After a pause, the old man tugged hard at his beard, and a few white whiskers were sandwiched between his clenched fingers: "I'll try it myself first, and then there are my other two apprentices, both of whom have been down for days due to infection." We can only test the results of our experiments to really see if this new formula makes sense. ”

Sasriel didn't say anything, but large shadows slowly squirmed and floated from the cracks and corners of the ground, pushing the fruits that had fallen to the ground back into the basket.

The girl in charge of stirring the medicinal soup looked down at this scene, sluggish and awe-struck, forgetting the movements of her hands, until the old man coughed vigorously twice, and she quickly returned her attention to her task.

"Thank you, just hope your kindness doesn't turn Gina into a lazy ass."

Sasriel shook his head with a smile and placed the fruit in his hand next to the medicine dispensing table, while waiting for the pot of medicinal soup to finish, Sasriel continued to ask the old man about the recent situation of the "healing home", including the division of labor between them to contain and care for the sick, and the origin of the first few patients.

When the old man mentioned this question, his expression was extremely heavy: "This is the suspicion that we have not found, Abram has been running in and out of the city for half a month, and even after the Lord returned from the victory of the war legion, he has not once returned home to see his mother Sarah. I really think it's weird......"

Thinking of what Zoya said earlier, Sasriel's expression also became serious: "Recently, more and more people have moved to the city, and I will let Osecus pay more attention." If it weren't for your efforts to get all the patients into the 'Nursing Home', the situation in Chaoyang City would have been even more difficult. ”

The old man was silent for a moment, and then showed a very firm smile: "Lord Sasriel, this is the first city that belongs to us and to mankind, and its name means that the light of the Lord has descended here, and the protection of the Lord has fallen on the human body. It is our city, so it is appropriate to pay our efforts for the sake of Chaoyang City.

"I will live long to grow a white beard, and I will have at least 20,000 days according to the days and nights of the Lord. This newly established city is changing every day, like the rising sun of the Lord, and I can only hope that it will get better and better for people like me who are about to fall.

"So I don't care what other people are working for, myself, just to see the future of the city twice."

More than 20,000 days, nearly sixty years old.

In fact, the physician of the hospital was already the longest-lived in the entire city of Chaoyang - and that was because he was an extraordinary person who was well-versed in healing.

Sasriel sighed inwardly, but made a promise directly to the old man: "Don't worry, I will send someone to investigate this matter." Now that I have some understanding, I will not let more innocent people be victimized. ”

The old man bent down deeply: "Thank you, and thank you to the warriors of the Lord. ”

When the medicine was tested, the old man stroked the goatee, and the old god watched the girl dispense the medicine.

The gray-haired girl named Gina was very nervous, her hands were trembling slightly, not because they were burned, but because she was nervous about the old man's next move to test the medicine.

The old man sighed silently, his granddaughter still has a lot to learn, and his heart is also a part of becoming a qualified therapist: "Okay Gina, don't spill the medicinal soup, let's do it." ”

Gina gritted her teeth and did not respond, but filled a bowl of medicinal soup before putting it on the table.

The old man buckled his fingernails into the fruit of the fire incense tree, and the shriveled flesh was torn into thin strips by him, and when he threw it into the medicinal soup, a circle of red-gold flames appeared, which looked like it was mixed with the color of the sun, and this circle of flames without any heat dissipated in the past few seconds.

The old man looked thoughtfully at the remaining half of the Incense Tree Fruit in his hand: "Because I have been exposed to the sun, I have absorbed part of the Lord's glory......"

The old man no longer hesitated, he picked up the hot stone bowl and slowly poured the medicinal soup into his mouth, perhaps this time it was really Gina's good luck enough to inadvertently knock down the rattan basket.

It tasted very bitter and sticky, but the rancid stench of the previous was gone.

The old man swallowed the medicinal soup in his mouth, wiped a little of the medicinal stains on the edge of his goatee, closed his eyes and waited for a moment, the warm temperature quickly spread to his body, as if the whole person was soaked in warm water.

The most crucial ingredient is not just the fruit of the incense tree, but the purifying power that it receives from the light of the Lord after it is dried in the sun?

The old man was too familiar with the mutual exclusion and fusion of these medicinal herbs, although he had not come into contact with the fruit of the fire incense tree, which was commonly used as fuel, but he had used other parts, and knew that this kind of mutation was due to external factors.

The old man's demeanor gradually became high-spirited: "Gina, pour out two more bowls, this time add the whole Fire Incense Tree fruit, and we will send them to Pedri and Poppy." ”

"One, a whole?"

The old man had already walked over to the basket and counted the amount of fruit remaining in it: "Yes, this really did not surprise me, and your luck seems to have helped us a lot. ”

Sasriel glanced at the lark over his shoulder, and Zoya looked back at him gently.

But Sasriel knew that this was not something Zoya wanted to do on his own initiative, just to "meet his expectations".