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Oh, except for 【Cure Your Illness 3000. Type 2】, that's entirely out of her perverse sense of humor.
"The drug ingredient is listed first, and the formulation name is listed last. Hmm... Compound aphidin for inhalation."
After naming the patient, she picked up a pen and wrote down the prescription.
"Dilute the stock solution 1000 times with purified water and administer via nebulization. Each inhalation lasts 20 minutes. Severely ill patients can continue medication until the symptoms of cadaverization subside. Large-scale spraying is recommended as the preferred method of administration."
"Types and manifestations of adverse drug reactions: Severe patients will experience severe discomfort and vomiting after inhaling aphidin. Overdose may cause toxic reactions, specifically manifested as juvenile biological characteristics, with an age reduction range of 1-5 years."
"Exceeding this limit will result in the drug being lethal."
Fran wrote as she walked, her pen moving with remarkable steadyness. By the time she reached Heda, she had finished writing and deftly handed her the prescription.
“Sister Haida, this is the prescription. You can review it first, then give it to the Purge Force and the White Cup Exterminators for execution.”
"Okay." Haida took the prescription and examined it.
After a moment, her grayish-brown pupils contracted slightly, revealing a hint of confusion.
"Dr. Fran... your handwriting is a little hard to read."
Upon hearing the nun's reminder, Fran realized something.
Then she unconsciously raised her index finger and scratched her cheek, a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes.
I was so engrossed in the joy of completing the new drug research that I instinctively used my most familiar handwriting style when writing the prescription. This made all the characters strangely and chaotically integrated, resembling some kind of ancient incantation from a bygone era.
Based on this, since she communicated with the Time Aphids in Old Loretonian, she also used it when writing.
It's not entirely Haida's fault that she couldn't understand the prescription. Even if it were the cryptanalyst Zoparos, it would probably take him several hours of focused study to decipher it.
“Dear Sister Heda, please forgive my professional habit. I will now rewrite it.”
After rewriting the drug and giving it to Haida to read, the two left the clinic and headed to Mordway to officially begin administering the medication.
Previously, Fran would have preferred to leave the medicine and instructions for use and then leave it at that, or even not interfere at all. To put it bluntly, the deaths caused by the plague and the uncontrolled rituals were also an integral part of the historical process.
Just as the chief hunter of the Funeral Court had no intention of interfering in the escalating national war between Attilion and Loredon.
However, she now needs to collect clinical data on the new drug, and since there are so many test subjects available, it wouldn't hurt to observe and record the data while also ensuring after-sales service.
Consider it an appearance fee for Yaheng.
In fact, the inhaled compound aphidicide contains such a concentrated concentration that it needs to be diluted a thousand times to avoid showing any direct toxic reaction. This level of dilution is generally only used for pesticides.
...And the method of administration by spraying is no different from that of pesticides.
This gave Fran the illusion that he was not making house calls, but was walking towards a field plagued by pests and diseases.
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September! Sun soup!
Chapter 203 The Broken Mirror and the Reunion
Star Abyss Society Research Facility, Bone Stone Sanctuary.
Due to the side effects of the [Feast of the Undead], the vast majority of the undead within Mordway City fell into a weakened dormant state. Therefore, the Exterminators and the Purge Forces were able to contain them more gently, without prioritizing military suppression.
Of particular note is that Prince Gunther dispatched a considerable number of royal guards as assistance during this process, which enabled the collection and capture of the living remains to be completed overnight.
Of course, to some extent, the tragic situation of the rampant living corpses was inseparable from him.
The prince's actions were not a result of a change of conscience, but rather a compromise made under the prevailing circumstances.
Mylvis is dead, and the Star Abyss Society is now defunct... and he has now formed a fragile partnership with Grantham.
Even if it's just a pretense, at least show some sincerity in the beginning to avoid becoming the target of those hunters who are still not satisfied.
"More than 80 percent of the living remains in the capital have been imprisoned and are currently housed in the large room of the sanctuary."
"The guards dispatched by the Royal Court of Geronsen are relatively well-behaved and have not shown any unusual behavior, at least for now. Apart from that, they are only equipped with basic light weaponry and have not shown any threat."
Clement, the head of the purge team, reported the current progress to Zoparos.
"Ah."
"That old man Grantham is really resourceful. He can reach an agreement with the guys from Gallonson with just one meeting. That's good, it saves me from having to worry about implementing the subsequent battle plan."
Zoparos nodded casually, indicating that he understood.
Following the chaos in the North, the Hunters remained highly vigilant regarding all incursions into Loretown. They were prepared at any moment to launch an assault, withdraw, or forcefully penetrate the heart of the territory to carry out decapitation strikes against high-value targets.
Although the cleanup force consisted mostly of experienced hunters from the Funeral Court, they were still small, elite groups on hunts, and could be in danger if surrounded by a well-organized force. The turmoil of Saffowo in the past was still fresh in their minds, etched into their very souls.
However, Zoparos was not worried about this.
That crazy kid, Yaheng, only arrived last night, and nobody knows where he is now. Even if the Gallonson royal family were truly foolish enough to want to turn against them, they would never choose a time like this.
Unless, of course, they really want to change the dynasty.
After stretching his slightly sore back, the little old man, who hadn't slept all night, turned to look at the refutationist beside him. ∵
"Director Danfas, have the refutants prepare the medication. You've seen the prescription; try to keep your staff from being too curious and ensure they take proper precautions. This 'Inhalation Compound Aphidin' has a very strong toxic effect on ordinary people."
"I will keep that in mind."
Danfas responded quickly.
If the students brought along were some overly curious old scholars or novice scholars from other departments, it would be almost impossible for them to avoid any mishaps during the drug administration process. They would probably secretly hide some of the drug to study its specific composition, and then inexplicably collapse from poisoning at some point.
However, Principal Grantham placed great importance on this special operation, ensuring that only experienced refutants from the security department were assigned to Mordway. He was confident that there would be no mishaps in terms of execution and obedience.
Once the debunkers had finished diluting the drug stock solution and filling it into the instrument, the spraying operation officially began.
Inside the spacious room of the Bonestone Sanctuary, Fran covered his face slightly, his gaze subtly observing the clinical reactions of the living corpses after inhaling the nebulized medication.
He seemed to want to laugh, but he held it in and didn't show it.
Noticing that her expression was a little strange, Haida leaned closer and asked her.
"Dr. Fran, is there any difference between the medication's effect and the expected result?"
"No, it's just that this scene of administering the medication... reminded me of some unpleasant memories."
She didn't offer any further explanation to Fran, simply glossing over the matter. Sometimes, she herself was troubled by her inexplicable sense of humor.
However… the dark, enclosed room, the neatly arranged “patients,” and the murky gas constantly escaping from the holes—the sense of déjà vu was quite strong. Any ordinary person who came here would probably not think this was a legitimate treatment.
If I had to describe it, it's a lot like a place that produces soap.
"Ho-"
After inhaling a certain amount of nebulized agent, the numbness on the faces of some of the less severely eroded skeletal remains gradually dissipated, replaced by intense and vivid pain.
Their faces contorted, they collapsed to their knees, and began to vomit amidst spasms in their throats.
From between its lips and teeth flowed congealed blood, unrecognizable organs, and a putrid, stench-filled mass. This made the scene inside the room extremely gruesome, like an infernal hell.
The hunters of the purge team were able to maintain their composure, and the exorcists, though they frowned slightly, did not show much unusual behavior either.
If what we are seeing is an execution, then it might be a bit cruel.
When faced with someone beyond redemption, the only mercy is to give them a clean and swift death.
But this is a struggle for survival.
No matter how painful the process, as long as we can ultimately reclaim the lives lost due to the living corpse transformation... it's all worth it. Yes, on the scales of life and death, if pain alone can tip the balance in the right direction, then it's an incredibly worthwhile trade.
"The toxic effects of the drug were stronger than expected, but the fluctuations were not too large and did not reach the point of being fatal."
"Physical damage is unavoidable, and the process of regressing from a living skeleton to a human is indeed somewhat brutal. However, the lifespan reduction caused by medication will be offset by the neotenizing side effects of the drugs themselves, so in a trade-off, one might be able to live a few more years."
Fran lightly touched his lower lip, observing the situation in the room with great interest.
The first trial user of "Inhaled Compound Aphidoxurine" was Detrica's predecessor, Lauris, the snare hunter of the Six-Eyed Raven. Although she was just an ordinary cult disciple, her physique was stronger than that of an average person.
Even though Fran conservatively diluted the drug a thousandfold, the mutually exclusive heterologous pheromones still caused many secondary reactions when they antagonized each other, which was especially pronounced in ordinary people.
Listening to the constant hissing and wailing echoing from inside the sanctuary, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes with a touch of nostalgia. (The demon)
During a long time ago, on a house call, she had been overwhelmed by the desperate screams of those around her—was that twenty or thirty years ago? It doesn't matter. The loyal, the cowardly, the blasphemous, the fanatical—in the end, they are all crushed to dust in the meat grinder of war. V
The scent of the dying is everywhere; it's a perfect place to brew the finest wine for a final kiss. (Seven)
The atomized inhalation process lasted twenty minutes, during which most of the living corpses' expressions changed from ferocious to calm, and finally to peaceful. Their degraded Heir characteristics gradually faded, restoring their original human appearance.
The white-cup exonerators then stepped forward to clean up the filth, and carried away the individuals who had shed their monstrous state in batches, leaving behind the critically ill patients who still needed medication. (Road)
The healing process of the living remains did not go as unexpectedly as most practitioners had feared; everything went surprisingly smoothly.
After collecting enough clinical data, Fran and Heda did not stay at the Bonestone Sanctuary any longer.
Current circumstances have proven the universality of this effective drug against cadaverization, making further observation pointless. While Fran wouldn't mind sharing the formula with the Medical Court… production is impossible due to raw material limitations.
"Time to go back to Norrington."
Haida said, gently inhaling the slightly salty sea breeze that was blowing in her face.
As she spoke, her gaze became slightly somber, tinged with a hint of inexplicable emotion.
It seems that his application for a quarterly transfer to Gormouth at the beginning of the year was merely to seek spiritual materials for studying the arcane art of "Mechanized Spirit Body," and incidentally to hunt down Nightmare.
As the investigation deepened, it eventually touched upon the core secrets of the Star Abyss Society. Given the code of conduct for those who hunt secrets, Haida could not possibly stand idly by and remain uninvolved.
What began as a minor, impromptu decision quickly unleashed a wider, more complex web of unforeseen events. Ultimately, this led to Melvis's demise during the Feast of the Unseen, and the subsequent downfall of the Star Abyss Society…
This is an event that could potentially rewrite the course of history.
If that weren't the case, Yaheng wouldn't have rushed to Modwell day and night.
"It's been a long, publicly funded vacation. I never imagined I'd be staying in Gormouth for two whole quarters. I doubt we'll find seafood this cheap back in Norrington."
That being said, this is not an insurmountable problem for Fran.
Lady Shitia's Ridge Palace is located within the Misty City, which is spatially connected to the depths of the Abyss. This noblewoman of Heil can provide an unlimited supply of fresh seafood...
"I do miss Norlington's annoying, rainy days that can last all summer. I'll finish up my Gormouth to-do list today and head back tomorrow."
While leaving without leaving a trace is in line with Fran's usual style, there are still some secrets that Mordway hasn't had time to uncover, so leaving like this is inevitably a bit of a regret.
Oh, and there's also the issue of personnel arrangements. (鳩)
For example, there's the inchworm, who's only superficially aligned with the Hazy Society, and the not-so-bright informant, Detricka.
The latter belongs to the Six-Eyed Raven Cult and will receive more attention from High Priest Ravenfeather after this incident, so there's no need to worry too much. 8
And the inchworm, or rather, Cyril Humphrey… this moth disciple might have an unexpected use. She still remembered the murmurs of the moth priestess named Ochre Skirt before she left.
Flame rose lamp. Four
The name is related to the Lantern Moth Robe, which in turn comes from Dorothy of Norrington in the future. This connection piqued Fran's interest. The owner of the Mirror of Enlightenment Club probably harbors some little-known secrets as well.
Although it was noon, the once bustling and noisy streets of Mordway were now deserted and desolate.
Even though the Gormouth people were born from the chaos of the Abyss, a century of peace has gradually made them forget the cruel laws of survival here. Undoubtedly, the undead that ravaged Mordway last night will be a haunting nightmare for many years to come.
Fortunately, all of this did not escalate into an apocalyptic natural disaster.
Those who are scattered and killed, those who are missing, and those who have been reduced to non-human status still have the opportunity to return to their original lives.
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There is no doubt that Gormouth will be plunged into turmoil on many fronts after last night.
The influence of the Star Abyss Society, the stability of the corrupt political situation, the prestige of the Geronsen Royal Court, and the sense of security that the people had barely formed over the past century... It would be an exaggeration to say that all of this had vanished, but indeed very little remained.
Since Prince Gunther and Grantham reached an agreement, the Exorcists now need to minimize the negative impact of the Feast of the Unseen to prevent the fear and anxiety of the people from escalating into unrest.
In contrast, the hunters at the Funeral Court have a much more leisurely life.
"Almost all the secrets of the deep sea over the past thousand years have been included, and although the Lost Manuscripts of the Deep Sea are slightly incomplete, they are still much more comprehensive than other places... and they are all detailed translations that are neatly compared with the original text."
"It's so wonderful, I feel like I'm dreaming."
Despite studying documents all night, Zoparos remained highly excited, showing no signs of fatigue. Vivian, standing beside him, kept emergency medication readily available, in case the old man suddenly died.
Judging from this situation, it seems that Master Zoparos will not leave the archives until his return journey.
Vivian rubbed her slightly dark circles under her eyes, feeling somewhat troubled.
Seemingly sensing the emotions of the Secret Service agent, Zoparros slowly put down the book and glanced at her with slight displeasure.
"Let me guess, you think I'm making you work overtime for free? You're just like a silver hydra, always wearing your 'want to leave work' written all over your face. My resentment is giving me a rheumatoid arthritis attack."
"I heard from that kid Bartley that you did a great job with your intelligence work this time. You don't need to guard me anymore. Go find a place to rest for a while. If there is any emergency, the White Cup scholars can handle it. They even brought their own physicians."