In the passage from the treatment room to the common room, a trial was taking place.
The other medical technicians looked at the slightly shorter 222, their eyes behind the crow mask filled with a variety of complex emotions.
They had no doubts about the charge of "stealing the technique" against 176, and even thought it was very reasonable.
The treatment procedure is not just a set of operations, but also a miraculous learning method.
Unlike combat magicians, healing magicians and creation magicians do not need PVP, so their miracles can reduce the difficulty of casting by extending the casting time, but this is not the case with combat magicians - the enemy will directly blow you up while you are casting the spell.
So healers and creators break down miracles into many steps, and combining a series of steps together forms a miracle.
These steps are the procedure.
Therefore, as long as you learn the technique, it is only a matter of time before you learn miracles.
The magic formula is naturally also regarded as an important intellectual property. A magician who creates a new magic formula, no matter how narrow the scope of application of his magic formula is or how uncommercial it is, the copyright fees obtained from authorizing it to other magicians for research are enough for the magician to order a 50-year life extension package from the four major research institutes.
This is also the reason why Ash always finds that there is only one medical technician in the treatment room every time he wakes up - the medical technician does not allow others to watch when performing treatment to prevent others from stealing his treatment techniques.
The medical doctor looked at 201, "Were you sent by the teacher?"
"I am a graduate student studying under your senior sister, and she is my boss."
201 chose his words carefully, not revealing any names: "The warden of Broken Lake is friends with the boss... But the boss told me not to bother you normally. If this scum hadn't gone too far and actually stolen the institute's property, I wouldn't have shown up."
The medical practitioner asked, "Now that my identity has been exposed, should I leave here?"
201 laughed. "Miss, you are joking. Those who come to Broken Lake Prison to perform the 'Blood Embrace Ceremony' are all from the reserve races of the four major research institutes. How could we betray you? How dare we betray you?"
The other medical technicians all bowed to show their respect.
They had no choice but to bow their heads. There were a total of thirty-six research institutes in the Blood Moon Kingdom, including twenty-four small research institutes, eight medium research institutes, and four large research institutes.
Most of them were just "preparatory descendants" from small research institutes, but the young lady in front of them was a new member of the "Blood Cry" tribe from the four major research institutes. The difference in their identities was huge.
To put it bluntly, after they complete the Blood Embrace and leave the prison, the best outcome is to become descendants of the Golden Blood, gain an extra 200 years of lifespan, and stop at the Second Wing in this life.
As for the new ethnic groups in the four major research institutes, almost all of them are descendants of the Holy Realm with a lifespan of 500 years, or even descendants of the Legendary Realm with a lifespan of 1,000 years!
The Three-Winged Sanctuary is the starting point they must reach. The Four-Winged Legend is not surprising. It is even possible to touch the realm of gods and become semi-gods above all living beings in the Blood Moon Kingdom!
"Miss, how do we deal with this scum?" asked 201.
The medical technician was silent for a moment and looked at 176.
"Do you have anything to say?"
176 raised his fish head and glanced at the medical practitioner, his huge eyes revealing the scarlet glow that she was most familiar with.
“Bold!”
201 snorted coldly and popped a bubble of vein.
176 shuddered all over, and his already pale face became as white as a sheet of paper.
"I don't accept it."
"What are you dissatisfied with?"
"I don't accept that you can become a new ethnic group in the Bloody Crying Research Institute, while I have to tear and roll in a small research institute."
176 almost gnashed his fangs and said, "I am obviously a favored child among the fishmen. I can obviously become a supreme bloodline, but why is there such a huge gap between my resources and yours?"
"I don't accept that you can get the Blood Embrace opportunity that I spent so much effort on. I don't accept that the technique that I longed for is knowledge that you can easily obtain. I don't accept why the best prisoner materials are handled by you, while I can only get some tasteless scraps..."
"What I am most dissatisfied with is why you are so talented!"
176 became more hysterical: "I can't just watch you surpass me... I can't!"
"What a scumbag with no remorse."
201 punctured another intravenous bubble, and this time 176 almost fainted.
"There's no need to listen to his trash talk... Miss, how do you want to deal with him?"
201 paused, "Generally speaking, it is execution on the spot."
The medical technician looked at 176 who was about to collapse on the ground in silence and thought for a long time.
"He doesn't disgust me enough to want him dead, but I wouldn't mind if he died."
"So what you're saying is..."
"Find a soft stick in the shape of a geoduck and beat him all over. Do not treat him and drive him out. By the way, isn't he a blue-scaled fishman? The finger sharks won't kill him. Throw him into the sea tonight and let him swim back by himself."
201 was stunned for a moment, "But Miss—"
"This is my decision." The medical doctor looked at 201. "If you don't agree, just do as you wish. I don't mind."
"That's not what I meant." 201 bowed his head deeply: "Your will will be carried out."
"Then I'll go back and rest."
The healer walked through the crowd and left quickly, as if she wanted to escape from this suffocating atmosphere. But soon, a slow and heavy footsteps quickly caught up with her.
The medical technician stopped in front of his dormitory door and looked at 201 who was catching up with him.
"Anything else?"
"Since I've already bothered you, I thought I'd take this opportunity to give you a few words... a reminder." 201 chose his words carefully, "Just a few words of reminder."
"Go ahead."
"I noticed that the amount of time you spent with the inmates in the treatment room was a little... irregular. Of course, that's totally fine, and I promise no one will use this policy to offend you, and I'm not here to warn you."
"If it weren't for the trouble we were getting from the Human Rights Association and the Racial Rights Association, we wouldn't have to pretend to be healers and come here to perform the ritual. Those rules only reduce the possibility of us getting into trouble, but you don't need to worry about getting into trouble, miss."
201 Every sentence emphasizes his humility.
"I'm just worried that while you were playing, you might have developed unnecessary feelings for the materials and delayed the Blood Embrace ceremony. If there's a problem with your Blood Embrace progress, the boss will hold me accountable."
The healer shook his head. "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten the Blood Embrace ritual."
She paused, "All the prisoners I have treated have been implanted with Blood Embrace Seeds. As long as they die in the trial, the Blood Embrace Seeds will naturally gather their knowledge and magic power and transform them all into my source blood."
The medical technician walked into his dormitory, reached out and took off his crow mask, revealing a pair of extremely violent scarlet eyes. He stared at 201 like a predator, making the latter feel creepy.
"We, the Blood Saints, have never developed feelings for bread."