Chapter 80: Take Mental Medicine Carefully to Avoid Schizophrenia
At the headquarters of the law enforcement corps, pure holy light continued to shine. Many patients who were lying in bed waiting for their injuries to heal sat up straight, looking at their hands in disbelief.
"A chunk of flesh that was cut off from my arm has grown back!"
"The penetrating wound in my thigh has also healed."
"Damn it, I just saw my late Uncle Jules, waving at me to come over. And then there was a flash of light, and I was back again."
"The scar on my face is gone too, haha. Now I can chat with girls again."
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The Enforcement Corps has its own medical team, but they can only do so much, cleaning wounds, removing rotten parts, stopping bleeding and disinfecting, and then suturing wounds. It's not that the medical team can't do more, but the Enforcement Corps can't afford to buy expensive magical instruments that can perform precision surgery.
Even magic has to respect reality. Without instruments to perform surgery on people, more people would die on the operating table than in battle.
It's just that magic needs to be realistic, but holy light doesn't. If magic is to achieve repair by accelerating cell division, then holy light is a very un-magical repair.
There is no acceleration of cell division, nor is there any modification at the cellular level, but it is a direct repair that is so magical that it seems unrealistic.
The arm that had a large piece of flesh cut off grew back directly, the cavity caused by the penetrating wound was filled, and even a person who was on the verge of death with only one breath left was pulled back to life, and even had the energy to tell others about the scenes he saw on the kaleidoscope.
Gradually, more and more people gathered around Mo Cheng, and he treated more and more wounded people. People looked at Mo Cheng as if they had seen a savior.
If it were Christians on Earth, they would tell Mo Cheng that the way those people looked was like they were looking at Jesus.
However, this is not without cost.
"vomit……"
A young man in black clergyman's clothes was holding a trash can and retching continuously. Mo Cheng felt as if he had eaten the Wallaceton gastrointestinal meal and was almost dehydrated, and then was thrown into a drum washing machine and washed on the strongest setting for a whole day.
Mo Cheng wanted to vomit, but since the food in his stomach had been completely digested, he could only feel waves of sourness in his stomach, and then he retched without even spitting out saliva.
"Damn it, I've become an idiot for pretending to be awesome. Why didn't anyone tell me that it would be so uncomfortable to use up the mana bar... Ugh..."
Mo Cheng doubted whether he used the Holy Light to save several seriously injured people in order to make himself more worthy of the status of a clergyman of the Church of Light, or whether he did it to enjoy the "Fuck, this can be saved!" expressions on the faces of those people, and he couldn't stop pretending.
But Mo Cheng was very clear about one thing, he was now an idiot for pretending to be cool. He had used up all his blue bar for the first time, and he felt so uncomfortable that he just wanted to go back to a few hours ago and strangle himself to death for trying to pretend to be cool.
"I don't ask for anything else. Please give me a soul ring after the fugitive mission is completed. I... Ugh...!!!"
Mo Cheng would rather his health bar be reduced to only 1% than experience the feeling of having an empty mana bar again. He dared to guarantee that once he obtained equipment like the [Soul Ring] that traded health for mana, he would never give it up.
Mo Cheng retched again, and felt his throat dry, and his mouth so dry that he couldn't even produce saliva. At this moment, he heard someone jogging behind him, and then something like a test tube was stuffed into his hand, "Hurry, this is a mental potion, it can relieve your discomfort."
I simply pulled out the cork and drank the light blue liquid in one gulp. It felt like a refreshing rain for my dry and bleeding throat, and I felt as refreshed as if I had a handful of mint candies when I was carsick or seasick.
Margaret opened the small box she brought with her. Five spiritual power potions were stored in low temperature inside. "What is your spiritual power standard index? How many standard units of spiritual power substances can you withstand?"
The Aundair mages have a set of universal standards for their research on mental power, and this standard is used throughout the continent of Khorvaire. Mental power does not have a strong self-correction ability like the physical body, so even if you take an overdose of drugs sometimes, it will not be a problem.
But precise mental power is different. Once the mental power substance exceeds the standard index, there will be very troublesome consequences.
But where would Mo Cheng know his own mental power standard index? As for bearing the standard unit mental power material, it was unheard of.
He only knew that the potion in Margaret's hand could make him feel less uncomfortable, so he snatched it and poured it directly into his mouth. And he drank not just one bottle, but all six bottles of potion in the box.
"Wait a moment!"
There was no time to stop her. When Margaret was about to stop her, Mo Cheng drank all the mental potion.
"Phew, much more comfortable."
It's like a person who has been seasick for three days and three nights finally stepping onto solid land; it's like a person who is dying of thirst in the desert finding an oasis and drinking enough water; it's even more like a math problem that you have been thinking about for a week and finally figured out all the solutions that can get full marks, which makes you feel refreshed.
"Why did you drink all the mental potion? Are you okay?!"
Margaret was nervous. The head of the law enforcement team in Fairhaven might not have a full understanding of Holy Light, but she was definitely familiar with the things of mages. The aftereffects of excessive absorption of spiritual substances were at least severe schizophrenia.
Margaret grabbed Mo Cheng's hand and said, "Come on, I'll take you to the medical department of Wang's College."
"Stop, stop, I'm fine, you don't have to go."
Mo Cheng quickly stopped Margaret's actions and glanced at his status bar to make sure there were no sequelae. At the same time, his blue bar also recovered to 30%.
A bottle of mental power potion can only restore 5% of mana. Is it because the recovery effect of the mental power potion is too low, or is it because my mana is too high?
"Are you really okay?"
"I swear to Guanghui that I don't feel any discomfort. My mental strength index is higher than you think."
Perhaps because she felt that the clergy would not joke about the righteous god they believed in, or perhaps because she saw that Mo Cheng really didn't look like anything was wrong, Margaret breathed a sigh of relief, "Priest Mo Cheng, please don't scare people like this next time."
"I don't mean to scare you. Who knew that over-using Holy Light would have this consequence." Mo Cheng used [Qi] as a monk in his [Foreign Land] account. This is a supernatural power that only affects the body and not the mind even if it is completely consumed. He is not a mage player and has never paid attention to what happens when the blue bar is used up.
The result was that after Mo Cheng pulled back all the seriously injured with holy light, before he could heal the minor injuries and show off, Mo Cheng's face suddenly turned very ugly. He pushed everyone away and ran out, taking the trash can .
Some medical staff also realized that Priest Mo Cheng had overused the Holy Light and had exhausted all his magic power or mental power, so they quickly took out the few mental power potions and asked Margaret to bring them over.
"But luckily I didn't know this during the battle. At least now I know that overusing Holy Light will lead to death. It's better than overusing it during the battle and getting beaten to death."
