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    Chapter 53 Medical Meditation! The Immediate Power

    Lawmaster Elliot awkwardly crawled to his feet.

    Dust and dirt covered his face, a streak of blood staining his nose. A large clump of horse manure clung to the front of his robe. He was oblivious, staring intently at Gretel’s eyes. After a long pause, he sighed.

    “Gretel, thank you. – But I can’t learn.”

    “Can’t learn? Why?” Gretel was surprised. “Are you afraid you won’t be able to learn? I can explain it more simply!”

    I’m best at explaining things! I’ve always been able to explain medical conditions and surgical procedures to patients and their families until they understand!

    He took a step forward. Elliot instantly stepped back, his gaze lingering, but filled with both regret and sadness:

    “I can’t learn. – The laws of magic state that all knowledge and services come at a price. And the price for this meditation technique, I cannot afford.”

    “But – you helped me so much before – ”

    “What you told me is already enough.” Elliot’s gaze softened, he looked deeply into Gretel’s eyes. Then, as if afraid of changing his mind, he gritted his teeth and turned away:

    “I’ll cast the Copying Technique for you when I get back. Understanding languages, if you need it, is no problem. But don’t tell me anymore – I can’t afford it.”

    Gretel froze in place.

    He could understand why Elliot hadn’t approached him before. As a Lawmaster, there’s always some pride, some arrogance, whatever it is.

    But after all the persuasion, he still insisted on sticking to the principle of equivalent exchange, absolutely refusing to budge…

    You can pay later in installments, you know!

    Gretel regretted wanting to throw the bowl. The more Elliot declined, the more he wanted to teach the other man – after all, it wasn’t anything special, any medical student in his previous life could learn it. In his dilemma, he suddenly came up with a brilliant idea:

    “That… the price I require is not what you think.”

    “What?”

    “When I was learning this knowledge, I once swore an oath.” Once he started, Gretel’s words became increasingly fluent. After all, the existence of the oath was real, the process of swearing the oath was also real. At most, he had revised the oath countless times, it wasn’t the original version.

    “I swore to teach everything I learned without reservation to my teacher’s children, my own children, and those who are willing to swear the same oath. So, as long as you are willing to swear – ”

    Hurry up and agree!

    It’s not because I saw how much you helped me before, I wouldn’t teach you these things otherwise!

    Gretel felt a bit like the emperor was not in a hurry, but the eunuch was. However, Elliot thought for a while, raised his head, and his first words were:

    “What kind of oath?”

    Well… okay. In the world of magic, it’s necessary to be cautious about oaths, otherwise, you’ll die without knowing how. Gretel took a deep breath and began to recite the revised, or rather, the Hippocratic Oath adapted to the characteristics of this world:

    “…I will use my power and judgment to the best of my ability, to uphold the principles of benefiting the sick, and to restrain all acts of corruption and harm… I will not give harmful drugs to anyone, nor will I guide them in such matters, even if someone asks for them…

    I will treat all patients equally, regardless of whether they are male or female, noble or slave, and seek happiness for my patients… I will restrain myself from any harmful acts, especially from seducing others…

    In the course of my treatment, whatever I see and hear, whether or not it is directly related to medical practice, I will keep it strictly confidential…”

    Elliot listened intently, becoming increasingly surprised as he listened. At the end, he was lost in thought for a while, sighing longingly:

    “The predecessor who established this rule, he was a sage, wasn’t he?”

    Of course. Hippocrates, that’s who. Not only him, but Bian Que, Hua Tuo, Zhang Zhongjing, Sun Simiao, Li Shizhen, and even the great doctors of New China, every single one of them was worthy of being a sage who shared the temple with Shennong.

    Following Gretel’s instructions, the young Lawmaster carefully swore the oath – the revised Hippocratic Oath. Then, like thieves, the two slipped into the small room opposite the library. Gretel spread out a large sheet of paper and began to draw a diagram of the human body.

    Skeletal…

    Muscles…

    Blood vessels… Heart…

    Blood flow, aorta, pulmonary artery, pulmonary vein, superior vena cava, inferior vena cava…

    Gretel hunched over the table, drawing for a full hour. As he drew, he explained, his wrist aching from drawing, his mouth dry from talking. He changed drawing paper again and again, from left to right, covering the entire table.

    This time, he truly exhausted his artistic abilities as a doctor. In the past, he only drew schematic diagrams, simplified drawings, as long as he could make things clear. He never required shapes to be correct or proportions to be accurate. After all, he usually just drew an organ or two, or a few bones, and it was best if the patients and their families could understand it. If they didn’t understand…

    If they didn’t understand, then they’d learn more during treatment.

    Unlike this time, he had to sell it, no, exchange it for knowledge and information, so he had to ensure quality.

    Ouch, my old back –

    Gretel straightened up and punched his lower back with his left hand. On his left, Elliot was in the same position, leaning on the table, his eyes narrowed, his face almost touching the drawing. If he hadn’t stood up just now, the two of them would have formed a right angle with their upper bodies.

    Hey, if you lean down any further, you’re going to crawl into the picture, you know…

    Gretel wanted to laugh. He habitually, or rather, like he had done thousands of times before when asking patients and their families, he asked Elliot:

    “Is there anything you don’t understand?”

    …There was no response.

    Elliot was hunched over the latest human body diagram, captivated by it, as if he was hypnotized.

    Gretel patiently waited for a minute, then another, finally giving up waiting, he began to roll up his sleeves and copy the vocabulary list. He had copied about half a page when Elliot suddenly jumped up, dashing out like a rabbit shot by an arrow.

    Gretel: “…”

    Hey! Hey! The human body diagram! Don’t leave it behind!

    Elliot quickly returned. With a bottle of ink in his left hand and a large roll of paper in his right, he slammed it onto the table. Without a word, he snatched the “Magical Script” from Gretel’s hand, pressed the book with one hand, and murmured an incantation.

    A flash of light, and the blank roll of paper instantly transformed into a thick stack of copies.

    Copying Technique, complete!

    Wow, you’re pretty good at this! Gretel’s eyes lit up. He smiled and nodded to Elliot – nodding at a back. The young Lawmaster grabbed the diagram on the table and dashed out again. This time, he was even faster, holding the diagram tightly in his chest as he ran, as if he was afraid of being seen.

    Ah…

    Hopefully he remembers it all.

    Back in his previous life, he had studied anatomy for 120 hours. Even with all the simplifications, this stack of paper, to memorize it all at once, was quite difficult.

    Gretel smiled and got to work. Scissors in his left hand, paste in his right, he cut the copies made by the Copying Technique into strips, and pasted them onto blank paper in order. He worked for a whole day, and when he walked out of the Lawmaster Tower in the evening, there was a bang overhead, and another person flew out –

    Gretel reflexively looked up. From the window on the fourth floor, the boy who had been knocked out of the window earlier that morning was thrown into the air, waving his arms and shouting:

    “Elliot! You’re not playing by the rules!”

    Gretel stood at the entrance of the Lawmaster Tower, looking up at the sky, slowly opening his mouth.

    …No way, the effects of this meditation technique are coming on so fast?

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