The Holy Medical Hall was completely quiet, and the innermost room could even hear the sound of people breathing, and even the sound of someone deliberately lowering their breathing could be heard. Some people lowered their heads, and some people looked around nervously. The atmosphere was very 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 this sentence, the atmosphere in the room became a little lighter.
An Hua followed the priest to the window and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"
The priest said: "No one can ask the pharmacist to donate the prescription, because until now, no one knows who actually made this elixir."
Hearing this answer, Anhua was very surprised, forgetting the strange atmosphere in the room, and said in a low 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 medicine to the major military houses. How could it be impossible to find out who made the medicine
The priest raised his right hand, signaling 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 imitation? If there is no formula, it can be deduced from the ingredients of the elixir."
Anhua looked at the priest's hesitant expression, thinking he guessed what his concerns were, and persuaded him: "This is saving lives, not doing business. The lives of frontline soldiers are countless times more important than those old moral concepts. I believe Both the Archbishops and you should be well aware of this."
The priest shook his head and said: "You don't understand, this matter is very complicated, and this kind of elixir is also very complicated, and it is difficult to imitate."
"You can roughly guess from the name. This elixir should be mainly made of cinnabar, supplemented by other medicines. If it is really so magical, the important part must be in the auxiliary materials." An Hua stared into the priest's eyes and said: "But please don't tell me how rare those excipients are, because that won't convince me."
There are no herbs in the world that cannot be found by the state religion and the imperial court, but this does not make the priest have nothing to say, he said with a wry smile: "Don't talk about finding those auxiliary materials, even what kind of auxiliary materials are there in this elixir? So far no one has been able to figure it out."
An Hua 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 they haven't figured out the ingredients and proportions of those auxiliary medicines.
The priest lowered his voice and said, "The number of pills available for research is too small, and the person who provided the pills has stated in advance that it is forbidden to do so."
Hearing that such a thing still exists, An Hua became 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 brightened, as if they were glowing, but that was not greed and possessiveness, but yearning and awe.
There were twenty pills in the bottle of pills that appeared in Yonglanguan. Maybe it was a medical emergency, or maybe the mysterious alchemist made some arrangements in advance. In short, a soldier who was seriously injured and was about to die took it He took a pill and survived.
Afterwards, things like this kept happening. No matter how badly injured you were, as long as you didn’t die on the spot, you could survive after taking this pill. The damage of the Youfu or the rupture of the meridians cannot be cured, but at least they are far away from the shadow of death.
All those who saw the picture of the pill saving people with their own eyes exclaimed that it was a miracle.
The spread of miracles was naturally extremely fast, and within a very short period of time, this mysterious elixir became the most famous thing in more than ten military mansions in the Xueyuan.
I don't know when it started, 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 the dead, giving birth to bones, these are the two sentences Anhua has read in Daozang. Of course, she knows that these are exaggerated descriptions and cannot be true. But today's reactions from the people in the Holy Medical Hall, as well as the bright eyes of the priest, tell her that this is a real existence and has been seen by others. How could there be such a thing? Even if the legendary holy medicine is really hidden in the depths of Li Palace, it must be nothing more than that, and the number of holy medicine must be extremely small, so it has no meaning for this war...
She suddenly asked: "How many cinnabar pills are there?"
The priest said: "No one knows."
Hearing this answer again, Anhua suddenly felt very tired.
But this time it has nothing to do with mysticism, just simple math.
"A bottle of cinnabar pill will appear every other month, 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 it is being continuously refined."
An Hua was shocked again, and said in a tight voice, "I also hope it's the latter."
If it is the latter, it means that cinnabar pill can be continuously supplied to the frontline soldiers, and it may gradually increase.
No matter from which point of view, this is the most beautiful situation. Of course, it must first be established on the premise that Zhu Shadan 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 moment, and what she wanted to hear, because he also had the same moment, and the tension and anticipation were unforgettable to this day.
He looked at her and said calmly and firmly, "Yes, Zhu Sha Dan can really save lives, no matter how badly you are injured."
Anhua's hands trembled a little, not because of nervousness, but because of joy and bewilderment.
She is a priest and a doctor, with a deep compassion and love, and what she thinks most often is how to save the dying 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 partings of life and death are gone, and the pain is gone.
Of course, this holy medicine means more things to the human race. For example, some important formation masters and ascetics have two lives.
So, what does this elixir mean for this war between the human race and the demon race
Anwar didn't think about it.
She was thinking, if this elixir was not a gift from the kingdom of God to the people, what would 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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