"Alchemy's medicine." Su Cornelius Scipio pondered for a while, then shook his head, "No, we cannot use alchemy's medicine. The laws of the Seven Hills Empire prohibit alchemy. , I can’t set this precedent. Let’s use natural medicinal materials.”
"Sometimes, this is just a matter of formulation." Paracelsus said, "The reason why the Seven Hills Empire banned alchemy is, as far as I know, because the false precious metals produced by alchemy will affect the empire's economy. But now we are making medicine, not gold. Although we still use alchemy technology, why don’t we change the name and say it is medicine technology?”
"Pharmacology." Sue Cornelius Scipio fell into deep thought again. After a long time, he asked, "Paracelsus, how sure are you that you can use alchemical potion to cure the Black Death?"
Hearing this question, Paracelsus showed a hint of shame on his face.
"To tell you the truth, Basileus, I am only 10% sure."
"Only 10%?"
"Because we now know nothing about this toxin that cures diseases. The only thing that is certain is that this toxin is very tiny, beyond the range of what our eyesight can detect. Unless I have a pair of eyes that can see the subtle, otherwise, The chance of creating a drug that can cure this toxin is probably not even 10%.”
After Paracelsus finished speaking with guilt, he suddenly changed the subject:
"But there is one thing I am absolutely certain of - natural medicines cannot cure the Black Death at all, not even half a percent of the time."
"Eye that sees subtle things." Sue Cornelius muttered, "My niece has actually made a magic eye that can see far away."
"...Magic Eye?" Paracelsus asked cautiously.
"Let's not talk about it. Paracelsus, the 10% chance is still too low. I can't break the laws of the Seven Hills Empire just for this."
Paracelsus was anxious: "But..."
Su Cornelius waved his hand impatiently: "That's enough, Paracelsus. I don't have a doctor here who is willing to take over this matter. Since you volunteered, you can follow your suggestions on other matters." Execute. If you only need distilled wine, you can make the water of life. As for medicine, you must honestly use natural medicinal materials, and you are never allowed to use alchemical medicine."
Paracelsus had no choice but to lower his head and reply: "I understand, then as you wish - I heard that there are also patients in the palace, is this true?"
"It is indeed true." Su Cornelius Scipio said, "At first, one of my cooks got sick, but now it has spread to more than ten people. A few days ago, even my wife I’m also sick.”
"This is really unfortunate news." Paracelsus looked at Su Cornelius Scipio cautiously, "I wonder if Basileus yourself...has had contact with your wife recently. ?”
Su Cornelius Scipio's eyes flashed with a trace of melancholy: "Things are busy, I haven't seen her for a month. After she got sick, the ministers all advised me not to get close, and I just He glanced at her at the door. Paracelsus, can you cure her?"
"Let me put on my clothes first and then go visit." Paracelsus pointed at the clothes thrown on the ground with his eyes. "Before that, they need to be soaked in hot water and then dried."
After everything was ready, Paracelsus put on the black robe and walked into the bedroom of Su Cornelius Scipio's wife. He used a wooden stick to lift up the patient's sleeves and checked the condition of her skin. He then used the wooden stick to open the patient's mouth and checked her mouth. Finally, he used the wooden stick to move her cheeks and checked her neck. nearby. During the entire procedure, he remained half a meter away from the patient. After doing this, he threw away the wooden stick, washed his hands with the water of life, then found a chair three meters away and sat down, and asked about the patient's physical condition.
"How is she?" Su Cornelius Scipio asked impatiently as soon as Paracelsus walked out of the bedroom.
Paracelsus replied: "She has slightly raised black spots all over her body, especially under her neck, and there are a lot of them. This is not good news. It seems to me that the toxins are hidden in these black spots." in spots."
"Then how to treat it?"
“Generally speaking,” said Paracelsus, “in such cases I would advise the patient to have his leg amputated.”
"Amputation?" Su Cornelius Scipio's eyes suddenly widened, "You just said that there are black spots under her neck. Do you want to amputate her and leave only one head?? "
"Of course there are other methods." Paracelsus looked at Su Cornelius Scipio meaningfully, "If you allow me to research alchemical potions to combat this poison..."
"I just said, no." Su. Cornelius Scipio refused without thinking, "Don't tempt me any more. The Seven Hills Empire will not allow anyone to use alchemy openly. This skill, especially in the palace!”
"In this case, there is only one last method left." Paracelsus said, "I will iron these black spots with a hot iron to destroy the toxins in them. Then put the highly toxic metal The mercury is placed under the patient's body and evaporates at high temperatures, giving the patient a steam bath up and down the body to further eliminate toxins. Depending on the condition of the patient's body, this steam bath can be repeated many times - which, of course, can be very painful. It hurts, quite a lot.”
"I have never heard of such a treatment!" Sue Cornelius Scipio shouted, "Can't you just use natural medicinal herbs?"
"Normally, I would use alchemy to reduce the toxicity of drugs, or use alchemical reagents to reduce the pain and danger caused by radical treatments. But Lord Basileus, you forbid me to do this." Paracelsus said , "Fortunately, the patient is still young and should be able to withstand this set of treatments. As long as you nod in agreement, Basileus, I will control this set of treatments to a degree that will not kill her."
"You mean, it's all because I don't let you use alchemy potions?"
"No, just as a doctor to remind the patient's family that he had a better choice."
"As for your 10% chance, save it!" Su. Cornelius Scipio shouted, "Just follow the method you just said! But I remind you, Paracelsus Si, if my wife dies, I will put you on death row!"
Paracelsus bowed deeply.
"As you wish, my wisest Basileus."
