Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon

Chapter 96: Chapter 95: Grand Consultation

Chapter 96 -95: Grand Consultation

At dusk, a carriage slowly entered the back courtyard of the Yeni Temple.

Unlike usual, the courtyard was surrounded by nuns, their gazes fixed intently on the carriage, an unusual absence of whispered chatter.

Standing in the center of the courtyard were Chaoyang, Jenny, and two elderly ladies. Originally just the head of the medical class, Jenny’s role had evolved due to her integral part in forging the contract with Paradise, and she had now become the representative in the hearts of the lost sisters. The other two ladies were former priests of the Goddess of Mercy and the God of Knowledge, respectively, and they were the actual administrators of the temple.

Today, they were all waiting for a miracle to happen.

And the miracle that the sisters had been talking about for days was right here, on this carriage.

Once the carriage halted, Qianyuan Meiko jumped down and lifted the hemp cloth covering the trailer.

Box after square box appeared before everyone’s eyes.

And each box was stamped with a logo resembling a gate, in ink.

Clearly, this was the trademark of the “Gate of Destiny”.

The suggestion came from Mingzi, who believed that this company was not just about supplying medicine to the temple, but needed to create a product for the whole world. Therefore, it was essential to prepare the brand and the name from the start, making an impression on people’s hearts in the shortest time.

It had to be said, these people certainly knew how to do business.

Chaoyang nodded toward Jenny.

After taking a couple of deep breaths, Jenny approached the carriage, personally lifted out a box, opened it on the spot, and then took out a glass bottle from inside.

The medicine inside the bottle wasn’t much, just enough to cover the bottom, but because of the small amount in each, they could make up a full carriage’s load.

When Jenny lifted the bottle, all the nuns turned their eyes toward the milky-white powder inside.

“Mr. Zhao, can you explain this to us?” one of the elderly nuns asked slowly.

“This is a substance that occurs naturally, widely found in molds, but it can effectively combat microorganisms—the invisible entities that Mr. Zhang has previously introduced to you,” Chaoyang explained straightforwardly, not intending to make the promotion of the medicine too mystical.

“Diluted, this substance can eradicate microorganisms without harming the human body, thus curbing the onset of the Scarlet Curse. Of course… I noticed that you have categorized all infectious diseases under the Scarlet Curse, which is not a reasonable approach, so I cannot guarantee that it will be effective against all curses. However, I believe that as other medications are developed in succession, most diseases will eventually have corresponding and comprehensive treatment methods! That is also the future goal of the Gate of Destiny!”

The nuns spontaneously burst into applause.

“The Divine Envoy always has a way of making the incredible sound utterly mundane,” Judy complained as she rapidly took notes, “If the Mechanical Sect had come up with a medicine to counter the Scarlet Curse, I bet the entire Central Street would be draped with their banners, right?”

“But our reporting should be factual because this medicine hasn’t gone through any real testing yet; everything will have to wait until tomorrow morning,” Dane reminded softly.

“Right, of course, so why did you bring out the camera now?” Judy glanced at her partner, “Even using photo paper for composing the picture title and writing ‘The Moment of the Miracle Drug’s Birth’? ”

“Did you flip through my film bag?”

She said with full righteousness, “If I don’t keep a close eye on you, who knows if you’ll go snooping around again and end up in the mouth of some villain like last time.”

“Thank you,” Dane suddenly said seriously, “Even though I’ve said it before, I will always keep in mind what you’ve done for me.”

“Uh… there’s no need to remember it that long…” Judy involuntarily shifted her gaze away.

Meanwhile, Chaoyang took out a syringe—it consisted of a glass cylinder, glass plunger, and stainless steel needle. Due to the lack of a large glass factory in Magnificent Castle, these glass parts were all hand-blown by artisans, and so far, only about thirty had been produced. “Miss Jenny had previously arranged a practice for injecting needles, which was actually a prelude for these drugs. If you have participated in that practice, please raise your hand; let me see how many of you have learned it.”

Immediately, over fifty hands were raised in the crowd.

“My, that’s quite a number of people participating,” Chaoyang thought to himself.

“Everyone is very enthusiastic. As soon as they heard it was your request, nearly all of them signed up. If it weren’t for the limitation of experimental equipment, I believe they all could have mastered it,” Jenny said, relieved.

“Not just the young ones, even the old women have tried it,” said an old nun behind him, laughing. “Although this treatment method is unprecedented, it isn’t particularly difficult to perform. You just need to find a vein and insert the needle into it. I practiced on cadavers over a dozen times and soon got the hang of it.”

That’s because corpses don’t cry out in pain, and they won’t make a noise if you insert it wrongly. Chaoyang smiled politely. Giving injections is indeed not hard; what’s hard is to be both accurate and swift, not to let the patient feel pain. But that said, the needles manufactured here are inevitably a bit thick and their inner diameters cannot be consistently precise. They are basically just good enough for use, so it’s still somewhat challenging to make the procedure painless for the patient.

He could only be thankful that he wasn’t the one receiving the injections.

The patients are on the brink of death, so they probably wouldn’t mind a bit of pain, right?

“Very good, since we have both the medication and equipment ready, let’s officially start using it,” Chaoyang said, clapping his hands.

At 7 p.m., every corner of the great hall in Yeni Temple was swept clean, and all the beds were rearranged, leaving only twelve wooden beds placed in the center.

The patients lying in the beds were all suffering from the Scarlet Curse, some of whose symptoms were suppressed under the “hot water treatment,” while others continued to deteriorate. Especially the four most severe cases, their wounds had become necrotic, their skin showed obvious reddish patches, and they were running high fevers without relief.

Based on past experience, these people were basically pronounced dead. The nuns would usually move them to the adjacent room to await death, to prevent them from infecting others with the curse.

“Are all of you ready?” Jenny, who was wearing a white lab coat, asked.

At first, she did not understand why Chaoyang would prepare a white outfit specifically for the nuns, but now as she saw the other sisters, she suddenly grasped the significance of white coats, masks, and hats — the black nun robes easily conceal dirt, whereas now any contamination would be immediately noticeable on them.

The other twenty-three selected nuns nodded in unison.

“Proceed,” she instructed.

For Jenny, this was also a nerve-wracking first attempt. According to the instructions for the medication, the injection solution had to be prepared just before use, and any leftover could not be used for a second injection but had to be thrown in the trash can. Considering the importance and preciousness of these antibiotics, her hands trembled a bit as she inserted the syringe into the prepared solution.

Soon, a small amount of the drug was drawn into the syringe.

“Next is the skin test.”

Jenny looked up at Mr. Zhao, who was observing, and her tension seemed to ease slightly. Right… not only Lord Chaoyang, but Mr. Zhao is also here. If anything goes wrong, he will definitely step in to correct it.

She nodded to another nun who was holding the patient’s right hand in place, then tilted the needle and inserted it under the skin before quickly pushing the syringe plunger.

The patient immediately let out a feeble cry of pain!

The other patients weren’t faring much better, and the acute pain made them cry out loud as well.

“This person is bleeding!”

“You’ve injected too deeply, try another spot!”

“What are you doing!?” Suddenly, a patient’s eye cover fell off, and discovering in alarm that the nuns were stabbing his hand with something he had never seen before, he began to struggle violently, “Let me go, please! I don’t want treatment anymore! It hurts so much!”

Fortunately, the temple had been prepared for this, and all patients were firmly tied to the beds with ropes, so his struggling did not cause the nuns too much trouble. Besides, such frantic shouting occurred every night, and except for grunts, no other patient responded to his struggling.

“Let me handle this.” Jenny approached the man and gave him a slap at the back of his head! The patient was immediately knocked out and fell back into silence.