Greece brings evildoers

In the infirmary, the fluorite lights flickered, and people were busy.

Lorne stopped at the door for a moment, and when he saw no one was there to greet him, he quietly walked in.

When he opened the door curtain, the strong smell of blood immediately hit his nose, and the screams of ghosts and wolves howled one after another, making people feel as if they were in a cruel slaughterhouse.

"Bed No. 3, prepare for surgery, and use anesthetics!"

"No, I've already given him two bottles, but this guy is too resistant to potions, and he's still awake."

"Use this!"

In front of the bed, a white-haired young man wearing a black protective suit-style robe, a hood, and cross-bangs calmly took out a blood-stained club from the magic circle.

The flaxen short-haired girl assistant wearing the same style of clothes took the weapon from the attending physician and skillfully knocked it on the back of the patient's head.

With a dull explosion, the wounded on bed No. 3 groaned, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

The anesthesia effect was immediate.

The patient's abdomen was pierced by a javelin, the wound was bleeding, and the organs were seriously damaged, but this did not bother the professional team at the bed.

Seeing that the patient had completely calmed down, the attending physician at the bed began to work with satisfaction, issuing a series of instructions to the assistants around him.

"Knife!"

"Saw!"

"Coagulant"

"Gauze!"

The assistants on both sides seemed to have experienced similar scenes countless times. One side executed the attending physician's instructions, cooperated to remove foreign objects, and stopped bleeding, while the other side sprinkled magic potions, chanted spells, repaired the patient's damaged organs, and finally sutured the wound.

In the middle of the process, the patient, who had broken several intestines and bones, woke up from a coma several times because of pain, and looked full of energy.

However, the petite and cute flaxen-haired girl at the bedside, without waiting for the patient to toss and turn, swung the stick and skillfully hit the patient on the back of the head, re-anaesthetizing him physically.

Standing on the periphery, Lorne silently calculated that in this operation that lasted about an hour, the poor unfortunate man was knocked unconscious at least four times.

And even after being tormented so much, the patient was doing sit-ups on the bed with a big lump on his head 30 minutes after the operation, which made Lorne sigh that the vitality of humans in the Age of Gods was more tenacious than cockroaches.

At this time, the attending physician who had just finished an operation noticed Lorne behind him, and then took off his mask, revealing the somewhat handsome face of the god of medicine Asclepius.

"Why are you here?"

"Come and see." Luo En answered casually, and added with a smile, "By the way, I want to talk to you about something."

"Now?" The God of Medicine looked at the dozen or so patients groaning in their beds, hesitated for a moment, and finally took off his leather gloves, led Luo En outside the house, and asked directly, "What do you want to see me for? Please tell me quickly, there are more than a dozen people in the room waiting for me to perform surgery."

"Since there are so many wounded here, why do you want to abandon your duties and join the expeditionary force?"

Luo En asked in a deep voice, looking at the God of Medicine in front of him.

The God of Medicine looked at Luo En opposite him, frowned slightly: "Are you here to persuade me to stay?"

Luo En shook his head and spoke softly.

"No, just listen to your reasons."

The God of Medicine was silent for a moment, pointed to the infirmary behind him, and answered lightly.

"Those who can be sent to me are not only critically ill patients, but also the heroes of the God Blood who will participate in the expedition. Once the war begins, they will all embark on that road."

After a slight pause, the God of Medicine raised his head and looked seriously at the leader of the coalition opposite.

"As a doctor, I don't want to leave my patients!"

Loen was silent for a moment, and gave his opinion in a deep voice.

"But if you stay, you can treat more people in the rear."

"Then what? Save them one by one, watch them return to the battlefield, and die one by one?"

The God of Medicine raised his eyebrows and asked back, then sneered and shook his head.

"Since the war began, I have experienced this scene almost every day. Watching those who survived in my hands, like moths to the fire, one after another on the road of no return, I was powerless, this feeling is really terrible.

Gradually, I found that the medical skills that I was proud of could only make my patients experience one more death, but could not change the current terrible world at all!"

Loen patted the God of Medicine on the shoulder and comforted him softly.

"I understand your pain and the feeling of powerlessness, but please don't give up on yourself. You are a doctor, not a soldier. The rear is your battlefield."

"Give up on yourself? No, I didn't join the expedition for such a boring mood."

"What is it for?"

The God of Medicine stared at the leader of the coalition forces in front of him with deep eyes and spoke proudly.

"I want to [heal] this war and let more people survive!"

The resounding answer made Loen stunned and fell into a long silence.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his lips.

"This expedition will be very dangerous."

"I know, so they need an excellent doctor! And I am definitely the most qualified one!"

"What about the wounded in Thessaly after you leave?"

"Don't worry, Teacher Chiron and I have trained a medical team a long time ago. They have mastered systematic first aid knowledge, which is enough to stabilize the rear."

The medical god said, introducing several assistants who were busy in the medical room to Lorne one by one.

——Machaon and Podalilios, two military doctors who can complete operations independently;

——Iaso, the goddess with the name of "healing";

——Xugea, the goddess of "health";

——Panacia, goddess of medicine;

——Axo, the goddess of "security"...

The above are not only the students he painstakingly taught, but also the children with his blood flowing through them. They will definitely carry out his will and save lives and heal the wounded.

And in the end, the one holding a big stick to give physical anesthesia to the patient was Epione, the goddess of "comfort", the wife of Asclepius, the god of medicine, who he had hooked up with while practicing medicine.

Lorne glanced at the medical talents in the medical room and hummed angrily.

"It seems that you have already made plans."

"So, you agreed?"

The medical god asked tentatively, with a hint of desire in his eyes.

"Did I say no?" Lorne rolled his eyes at this sultry man who had given birth to a large number of children without anyone noticing, and reminded him angrily, "Since I'm going to go, the surgery in these two days should be done first. Stop it and make some more potions for the road."

Seeing that he got what he wanted, the somewhat gloomy face of the Medical God suddenly burst into a bright smile.

"Okay, I'll do it tonight! I promise you'll get as much as you want!"

While speaking, the Medical God seemed to have remembered something, and quickly took out a golden potion from the magic array and handed it to Lorne, and spoke solemnly.

"By the way, this is the [Immortal Medicine] you asked me to make before!"

When Luo En heard this, his face was full of joy.

"Success?!"

"Half the battle..."

The god of medicine replied angrily, explaining with some helplessness.

"Immortality is okay. As long as you find a way to increase the vitality in the body of the user, you can roughly achieve it. But immortality is related to the soul. It is too difficult to ensure that the soul will not be worn out after losing the support of the body. . Even if I use the essence extracted from the golden apple, the magic potion in my hand can only ensure that the soul of the user is condensed in a short period of time. If you want to bring them back to life, you must. Prepare compatible bodies for them as soon as possible.”

After listening to the medical god's report, Lorne thought for a moment and asked in a deep voice.

"How many of these potions have you made?"

"About a dozen. The main reason is that this thing can only be considered a semi-finished product, and there aren't many golden apples left."

The medical god answered truthfully and seemed to be dissatisfied with his latest research results.

Lorne's eyes flickered for a while before he solemnly ordered.

"Okay, from now on, stop all the work you are doing and work hard to make this [Immortality Medicine]. Use as many golden apples as you have, don't worry about consumption!"

"This is just a semi-finished product. Why do you need so much?"

"Just do it as you are told. Why is there so much nonsense? Do you still want to participate in the expedition?"

"Okay, okay, you are the commander, you have the final say."

The medical god waved his hand and had no choice but to put away his rigor and perfectionism as a scientific researcher under the authority of the person in front of him.

In order to make the medical god pay attention to this matter, before leaving, Lorne did not forget to remind him repeatedly: "As soon as possible! When the things are finished, send them all to my account immediately!"

The medical god, whose vitals were being grasped, could only obediently promise again and again, and immediately started making medicine after watching Lorne leave.

~~

At this time, Lorne walked out of the infirmary, took a pen to cross out the name of the god of medicine Asclepius on the parchment, and looked up at the edge of the square. A certain centaur lying in the shade of a tree.

"Teacher Ma, are you prepared to get involved in this matter?"

Lorne stepped forward and asked helplessly.

Chiron closed the book, smiled and nodded.

"Well, as a teacher, of course I have to be with my students."

"What about him?"

Lorne pointed at the new student with a yellow hair on the grass who was swinging a dagger vigorously, and asked angrily.

"Of course I'll go too!"

Jason quickly dropped the bronze dagger in his hand and raised his hand to answer, fearing that the coalition leader who came to inspect would forget him.

The exaggerated expressions and rich body movements are like a clown on a stage play.

Lorne looked at Jason, who was out of breath just after swinging the dagger a few times, and frowned.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"You're kidding, I'm so scared, okay?"

Jason's head shook like a rattle, and his emerald green eyes were full of fear.

Seeing this, Lorne frowned deeper and reminded him seriously.

"Then why did you take this risk? This expedition is extremely dangerous. If a person of your ability participates in it, it is likely that he will become the first batch of victims."

"I know, but even so, I have to participate!"

"Why?"

"Because there are always some things in this world that are more important than death."

Jason replied in a deep voice, his eyes twinkling with excitement, and he danced about his excitement.

"Assault on the Titan Temple! This is an unprecedented heroic expedition! Hercules, the strongest demigod, Chiron, the sage from the Academy of Athens, and the twin brothers of Sparta who are proficient in swordsmanship and fighting... These are famous in Greece. All the divine blood heroes are in the team. If I can be selected, doesn’t it mean that I am a great hero like them! Even if I die on the road and go to the underworld, I will still be proud!"

As he spoke, the frivolous young man cleared his throat, straightened his body, assumed a solemn posture, raised his arms and shouted out his admiration for himself.

"The expeditionary force is the greatest team! And Jason will be the greatest hero!"

A tiny mortal, an unknown god-blood stood in front of the two gods, telling them about his insignificant ambitions.