Jiang Junming didn't care what they were saying. Since entering the house, Jiang Junming began to carefully observe Sir Slo's physical condition, bit by bit. Along the way, Jiang Junming had many conjectures that countless common or uncommon complications of cholera were sorted out in his mind. However, Slo's symptoms negated all Jiang Junming's conjectures, and his symptoms did not seem to be any common complications.

It's strange, what kind of disease did he have? But no matter what, it is a very serious disease. The magic technique is really magical. Such a serious disease can be maintained and prevented from continuing to progress. This is simply an impossible thing in modern medicine.

"I'm not sure what kind of disease Sir Slow is." Jiang Junming looked at Sir Slow without looking at anyone in the room, and said, "I want to take a look."

After saying that, Jiang Junming walked to Sir Sloe and gently placed Sloe Sloe's body flat on the hospital bed. With just a slight move, Sloe's painful expression became stronger. Without "shenyin", he lost even the power of "shenyin". Although the continued aggravation of the disease was maintained by magic, it also consumed Sloe Sloe's vitality. Sloe himself was unable to hold on until now.

Keynes subconsciously wanted to stop Jiang Junming, but his hand moved and held back. The great priest looked at Jiang Junming's movements, said nothing, but just frowned.

Jiang Junming put his hand on Sir Slo's belly and pressed it gently.

His belly was hard like a piece of wood, and the symptoms of a plate-shaped abdomen were very typical. It was indeed a abdominal disease. While checking the body, Jiang Junming made quick judgments in his mind. The people around him, whether they were Mrs. Slo or the great priest, did not trust him. The time left for him was very short, and he had to determine as soon as possible what disease Slo had.

The abdominal infection is very serious, not the upper abdomen. When you press Sir Slo's abdomen yourself, the main pain point should be around the navel. It seems that it is still a disease of the intestinal tract, but what will it be?

Thinking of this, Jiang Junming untied Sir Slow's clothes, and the skin of toxic shock had already appeared on his abdomen and the whole body. The place where his hands touched was wet and cold. Poisonous shock was still the worst cold shock, and his condition was so serious! Several related diseases quickly appeared in Jiang Junming's mind. One by one, Sir Slow's disease should be the embolism of the mesenteric artery.

A tiny thrombosis appears, embolizing the mesenteric artery, resulting in no blood supply in the intestines and necrosis. These are consistent with Sir Slow's condition, and mesenteric artery embolization is also a rare but extremely fatal complication after cholera virus infection.

Jiang Junming was 80% sure, but he thought to himself. But he was a little different. It was not that he didn't look like him, but that he seemed to have missed something. Jiang Junming looked at Sir Slow intently. He recalled countless diseases in his mind, recalling all the information he got when he was just checking his body, trying to find out what he had missed.

Everyone in the room looked at Jiang Junming with a heavier atmosphere. Jiang Junming knew in his heart that neither Mrs. Slo nor the great priest would let him think for too long.

"It can be treated." Jiang Junming said. No matter what, the situation he clearly grasps can be solved through surgery. As for future events, problems such as infections. I hope the magic can be controlled.

After hearing Jiang Junming's words, Keynes was immediately ecstatic. He reached out and held Jiang Junming's sleeve tightly, and asked in a trembling voice: "Can it really be cured?"

The great priest looked at Jiang Junming in surprise. The young man in white robe had made some strange moves just now, but he didn't understand what he was doing. Then he said that Sir Slo's illness could be cured. Was he talking nonsense? But judging from the great priest's experience, Jiang Junming's eyes were clear and firm, not like he was lying. Weird, how did he want to treat it?

Mrs. Slo was surprised and happy. Even if Jiang Junming was telling lies, she would give Mrs. Slo a little comfort to her if she could treat her. But from a rational point of view, Mrs. Slo did not believe that Jiang Junming could really cure her husband's illness.

The magician and the priest sneered at the same time, and the magician said, "Can you cure? The young man doesn't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, so he even talks nonsense."

The priest said, "Even the great priest can't heal. It's funny that you actually say it can be cured."

Jiang Junming ignored the reactions of these people and said calmly: "It can be treated, but I want to cut Sir Slo's stomach open."

This sentence was like a stone thrown into a calm pond, rippling countless waves. The great priest's face became much more serious, and his always kind and kind face disappeared, with a little more hostility in his expression.

Mrs. Slo was furious and said loudly with some disobedience: "Who did you send to harm Slo!"

The magician and the priest were also shocked by Jiang Junming's words, and the priest scolded loudly: "So you are from the Necrotic School!"

The Temple Alliance's hostility to Necromancers and Necromancers was known when Jiang Junming lived in an orphanage. When he said what he said just now, Jiang Junming was already prepared to be called Necromancers. However, if Sir Slow's disease was not removed without surgery, he would definitely die. There was no way. The magic can treat trauma and treat infections, but the thrombus embolization of the arteries. No matter how powerful the magic can be, it cannot destroy the blood clot.

This is why the great priest can maintain Sir Slo's vitality. The magic he casts controls Slo's body infection and maintains a balance. But as time goes by, Slo's own vitality will become weaker and weaker, and this fragile balance will not last long.

Jiang Junming said calmly: "Sir Slow is not dead yet, how can you say that I am from the Necrotic School? You cannot understand the grace of caring for the goddess, but please don't say anything blasphemous."

Everyone looked at each other, and what Jiang Junming said made sense. The Necromancer School would use the dead to experiment with the dead and turn the dead into a silly necromancer. But I have never heard of anyone who can turn a living person into a necromancer, let alone in front of the great priest, once the necromancer is used, it will inevitably be noticed. The necromancers of the Necromancer School are all rats hidden in the dark in people's consciousness, and they are secretly afraid to see the light. Jiang Junming's open and upright expression does not look like the necromancers of the Necromancer.

"Even if I fail, the magic technique can cure the external trauma caused by cutting the stomach. What are you afraid of?" Jiang Junming continued to say when hesitated.

"It's better to try it than to see Sir Slow die like this." Jiang Junming saw that everyone around him was speechless, and was obviously moved by his words, so he said again.

"Can it work?" asked Mrs. Slo.

"I don't know." Jiang Junming shook his head, then looked at Mrs. Slo's eyes and said, "Didn't this priest say that it's no longer possible? Since there is no other way, I'll never make things worse if I try it."

Mrs. Slo did not hesitate, nodded and said, "What do you need?"

"I want to prepare a drug to avoid invasion of toxins when cutting Sir Slo's body." Jiang Junming said: "In addition, I need a sharp silver knife, and I will look for the others myself."

"Does alchemy need any rare herbs?" When Mrs. Slo's eyes suddenly lit up when she heard Jiang Junming say she wanted to refine the potion! Yes, how could he not have expected that both magical arts and magic had lost their effect, and the potion of alchemy might be useful. If the young student of this church academy casts magical arts, he will definitely not be more powerful than the great priest of the Morning Light Church, but maybe he is a disciple of an alchemist. It is really possible that he knows the rare formula that can refine the potion that can cure Sir Slo's illness.

Except for Idria and Peta, who knew that Jiang Junming should be trying to refine a refreshing potion, everyone in the room thought that Jiang Junming was going to refine a rare potion. They were full of curiosity and looked at Jiang Junming with hope, wanting to hear him talk about the rare herbs he wanted to refine.

Jiang Junming smiled and said, "Just just order the most basic herbs."

The most basic herb? The great priest squinted his eyes and looked at Jiang Junming carefully. The Care Church is just a small church, and I have never heard of any priest in the church who is proficient in alchemy and configurable potions. Even when there was a temple in Twilight City where the Care Goddess was in peace. Could it be that this young believer was a disciple of an alchemy master? His dress was not like he was from a famous Alchemy Laboratory. He was dressed in white robe, washed clean, but it was hard to hide the old age. He had burrs on the corners and had several patches. Even the apprentices in the Alchemy Laboratory would not be so poor, and they actually had to wear patched clothes.

The more he thought about it, the more magical Jiang Junming's identity became. In addition, children like Keynes and Idria who had contacted Jiang Junming all had hope for him, and the great priest became more and more interested in Jiang Junming.

"Okay!" Mrs. Slo decided to ask Jiang Junming to give it a try, and said to a maid: "Take Junming to make potions."

The maid responded, walked to Jiang Junming and said, "Follow me."

As Jiang Junming's figure disappeared, the footsteps of going downstairs gradually faded away. The people in the room looked at me and I looked at you, but I didn't know what to say.

After waiting for a night, the great priest spent a huge amount of divine power to maintain Sir Slo's life. No one expected that the person Keynes asked to treat the disease was just a young student from the church academy. What's even more outrageous is that this young student is still a believer in the church. It is said that he is still a priest in the church academy! Has the care of the church been reduced to the level of a young student who is still studying in the church academy to be a priest?
Chapter completed!