The Sacred Hospital was quiet. In the innermost room, one could even hear the breathing of the people inside, and it was even possible to hear that some people were deliberately suppressing their breathing. Some people lowered their heads while others nervously looked around. The atmosphere was oppressive and tense, as if someone was spying on them.
In this tense atmosphere, someone suddenly couldn't help but cough. The general glanced at him and continued to ask, "Ten more days?"
These words caused the mood in the room to lighten a little.
An Hua followed the cleric to the window and whispered, "Just what is going on here?"
The cleric replied, "No one can make the Yao clan hand over the recipe, because even now, no one knows just who made this pill."
An Hua was shocked by this answer. Forgetting the strange mood in the room, she raised her voice and asked, "How could this be possible?"
Since this pill existed in the world and had already been used, someone had naturally sent it to the various army headquarters. How could it be impossible to find out just who made it?
The cleric raised his right hand, indicating that she should pay attention to her emotions, but he did not give any explanation.
"Even if we don't know the origins of this pill, what about imitating it? Even without the recipe, we can deduce it from the composition of the pill. "
An Hua saw the cleric's somewhat hesitant expression and thought that she had guessed at what he was worried about. She advised, "This is saving the dying and healing the injured, not doing business. The lives of the soldiers on the front lines are countless times more important than those stale notions of morality. I believe that both the archbishops and Your Holiness should be well aware of this point."
The cleric shook his head. "You don't understand. This matter is very complicated, and this pill is also very complicated. It's very difficult to imitate."
"From the name, one can roughly guess that this pill probably uses cinnabar as the primary ingredient, supplemented by other medicines. If it really is so miraculous, the important part is definitely in the supplementary ingredients." An Hua stared into the cleric's eyes and said, "But please do not tell me just how rare and precious those supplementary ingredients are, because that will not convince me."
There were no ingredients in the world that the Orthodoxy and the Imperial Court could not find, but this was not enough to make the cleric speechless. He bitterly smiled and said, "Let alone finding those supplementary ingredients, even up until now, no one has been able to figure out just how many supplementary ingredients this pill has."
An Hua was once more stunned, thinking, given the abilities of so many priests and scholars of the Orthodoxy and Imperial Court, how could they not have figured out the composition and proportions of these supplementary medicines?
The cleric lowered his voice and said, "The number of pills available for research is too small, and the person who provided the pills has already stated in advance that this is forbidden."
An Hua became even more interested when she heard that there was such a thing. She asked, "Just what is the origin of this pill?"
"Like I said before, no one knows where it came from. People only know that a bottle of medicinal pills appeared in Blue Pass a year ago."
The priest's eyes suddenly became bright, as if they were glowing. However, it wasn't greed or possessiveness, but yearning and reverence.
There were twenty pills in the bottle that appeared in Blue Pass. Perhaps it was an emergency, or perhaps the mysterious alchemist had made some arrangements in advance. In short, a soldier who was on the verge of death took a pill and survived.
This sort of thing continued to happen. No matter how heavily injured they were, as long as they did not die on the spot, they would be able to survive after taking this pill. Although it was not always possible to completely recover from the injuries of the wounded, with some cultivators having their Ethereal Palaces damaged or severed meridians unable to be healed, they at least managed to escape the shadow of death.
Everyone who had personally witnessed this scene of the pill saving a person exclaiming in shock that this was a miracle.
This miracle naturally spread extremely quickly. In a very short amount of time, this mysterious pill became the most famous item in the ten-some army headquarters of the snowy plains.
At some point, people suddenly learned that this pill was called the Cinnabar Pill, but they still didn't know where it had come from or who had made it.
'Cure the dead, grow the bones of the dead. 'These were two phrases that An Hua had seen in the Daoist Canon. She naturally knew that this was an exaggerated description that could not possibly be real. But the reactions of the people in the Sacred Hospital and the bright eyes of the cleric told her that this was a real existence and that it had already been seen by someone. How could such a thing happen? Even if the Li Palace really did hide some legendary holy medicine, it would probably be nothing more than this. Moreover, the number of holy medicines was assuredly very small, so they were completely meaningless to this war …
She suddenly asked, "How many Cinnabar Pills are there in total?"
The cleric replied, "No one knows."
Upon hearing this answer again, An Hua suddenly felt very tired.
But this time, it had nothing to do with mysticism, only a simple mathematical problem.
"Every month, a bottle of Cinnabar Pills will appear, so no one knows just how many pills that person has in their hands."
The cleric looked into her eyes and said, "I am more inclined to believe that the Cinnabar Pill was refined by that person and is currently being refined."
An Hua was stunned once more, her voice slightly tense as she said, "I also hope that it's the latter."
If it was the latter, then it meant that the Cinnabar Pill could be continuously supplied to the soldiers on the front lines, and it was even possible that it would gradually increase.
From every angle, this was the most ideal situation. Of course, this was based on the premise that the Cinnabar Pill really was that mystical.
An Hua looked at the cleric, her eyes shining with hope, almost pleading.
The cleric knew what she was feeling and what she wanted to hear, because he had also experienced a similar moment. Even now, he could not forget that nervousness and hope.
He looked at her and calmly and firmly said, "Yes, the Cinnabar Pill really can save your life, no matter how heavily injured you are."
An Hua's hands were somewhat trembling, not because of nervousness, but because of joy and confusion.
She was a member of the clergy and also a doctor. She was deeply compassionate and benevolent, and what she most often considered was how to save the dying and heal the wounded.
She was well aware that this signified that for the first time in human history, a sacred medicine could be mass-produced.
To her, this signified that many life-and-death separations would disappear, that all pain would vanish.
Of course, to the Human race, this sacred medicine also signified many other things. For instance, some important array masters and cultivators would have two lives.
So what did this pill signify for the war between the humans and demons?
An Hua did not think about these things.
She was thinking, if this pill is not a gift from the Divine Kingdom to the Human race, then what is it?
No matter who that person is, they are destined to stand on the divine altar of history and receive the worship of all the people, right?
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(This chapter had 1981 words, continuing from the chapter that had been updated at the starting point.)
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