The Last Alchemist

"Treat the wounded?" Tarot was stunned: "How to save them?"

The wounded in the hall, who could be saved, have been treated in time. Those with serious injuries have also been treated to stop bleeding as much as possible. As for what will happen next, he can only wait for the favor of the gods. He really can't think of what else he can do.

Lilith walked out from behind Rosen and endorsed Rosen: "Tarot, Mr. Rosen is a very powerful alchemist. He knows a lot of magical healing potion formulas and techniques."

Tarot was still skeptical: "But their injuries are too serious, and their lives have already belonged to the god of death. No matter how magical the medicine is, it can't fight against the god of death, right?"

When they talked, their voices were not light, and many wounded had heard their conversation. People's attention was attracted, even those seriously injured lying on the ground, many people turned their heads with difficulty to look at Rosen's position.

Rosen knew that he couldn't win trust with just a few words. He thought for a moment and said, "Rose rash, you should know about it, right?"

Tarot nodded: "Of course, this serious disease is a curse from the gods to the romantic."

Rosen walked to Little Alice and patted her shoulder gently: "Little Alice once unfortunately suffered from rose rash, and my medicine cured her."

"Really?" Tarot was shocked, but still a little unconvinced.

The wounded pricked up their ears.

Anne said: "Really, I saw it with my own eyes."

Veronica also nodded: "Not only Little Alice, Rosen also cured the baron of Sunderland Town in the south."

Hearing this, Lilith suddenly said: "Some time ago, I heard that Master Pétain's illness was miraculously cured. It can't be related to you, right?"

"I cured it."

As soon as this was said, Tarot immediately believed most of it, and a glimmer of hope appeared in the eyes of the wounded around him.

Even Master Fleming was helpless against the disease of roseola, but now Rosen can actually cure it, which is enough to prove Rosen's profound attainments in alchemy.

Tarot said happily: "What should we do now?"

Rosen already had a plan in mind: "I need some materials to synthesize drugs, and I also need some treatment tools. Also, I need a lot of boiling water."

Tarot immediately took out a notebook from his pocket: "What materials, we will try our best to help you get them."

Rosen reported the materials for synthesizing penicillin one by one, all of which were very common. In addition, he also reported some metal materials, most of which were iron, and the others could be easily found.

After he finished reporting, Tarot looked at the material list and was a little dumbfounded: "These things are enough? They look very ordinary."

There was mashed potatoes in the materials. Isn't this thing food? How can it be used to treat diseases? For a moment, he became a little suspicious again.

Rosen urged: "Time is very tight, those seriously injured can't wait for long, snap and do what I say!"

"Oh, okay, we'll do it right away." Tarot responded hurriedly. There was no other way. At this time, he could only choose to believe.

Because the materials were all very common things, after a while, several magicians gathered what Rosen wanted and placed them in a small pile in front of Rosen.

Rosen synthesized penicillin first.

He took a pottery jar, crushed potatoes, oranges, salt, etc., added water, and stirred them into a pile of paste in the pottery jar. Then he activated the alchemical magic and began to synthesize penicillin.

Nowadays, Rosen's elemental perception and elemental manipulation abilities have made great progress, especially elemental manipulation, which has reached more than 8,000, more than five times higher than when he was in Sunderland Town.

In terms of skills, he also has a magical skill such as electronic empowerment, which can directly interfere with chemical reactions.

In terms of energy, Rosen also has an energy pool containing huge energy. Using the energy of the energy pool, Rosen can easily break chemical bonds.

The combination of these new abilities has increased Rosen's efficiency in synthesizing penicillin by more than ten times.

About 15 minutes later, he moved his mind, and the paste in the pottery jar immediately separated into two layers, the lower two-thirds of which was water and some waste materials, and the upper one-third was all penicillin crystals, weighing two kilograms.

These penicillins are enough to help the wounded deal with bacterial infections in the wound.

After getting the medicine, Rosen immediately prepared the tools.

He needed a very sharp scalpel, needles and threads for suturing, and syringes for injections.

In the past, Rosen had to spend a lot of effort to make these things, but now, he moved his mind, and the energy and magic power in the energy pool poured into the metal blocks prepared by Tarot and others.

These metal blocks immediately turned red and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally became a ball of high-temperature liquid metal emitting incandescent light.

If Rosen's magic power alone was relied on, it would still be a long way from melting steel, but the magic was in the energy pool. With the blessing of massive energy, Rosen easily completed the actions that he had never dared to think of before.

Before synthesizing penicillin, people could not see Rosen's method, at most they just thought he had a fine alchemy method, but now this one is real power.

With a thought, he can melt gold and iron, and the strength of his magic power can be compared with the great magician Fleming!

Such a thing, the magicians present dare not even think about it, let alone do it.

Tarot looked at the hot iron ball floating in front of Rosen, his eyes widened and he swallowed his saliva. No wonder those monsters fled desperately when they saw Rosen, it turned out that this guy's power has reached the point where it can rival the great magician!

Such a young man, with such a strong power, this guy is really a rare genius.

The other magicians are also knowledgeable. There was a burst of "oh~", "hiss~" and "hush~" in the hall. Every magician was shocked by Rosen's move.

The floating metal liquid in the air began to deform rapidly. After a few seconds, a knife with a delicate appearance and a smooth surface like a mirror flew out. After a few seconds, some long and curved steel needles fell out. After a while, a few strange iron pipes fell out, and finally a pair of scissors flew out.

Five or six minutes later, the tools were basically ready.

Rosen breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and looked at the wounded in the hall, and then strode towards a seriously injured person who was disemboweled by the monster.

This guy was probably in his 30s, his face was pale and almost the same as a corpse, his injuries were extremely serious, he lost a lot of blood, and his intestines were broken. If it weren't for the extremely strong willpower of the magician, he would have been finished by now.

In fact, this guy only has one last breath left, and his life may die at any time.

Rosen turned to ask the magician Tarot: "What's his name?"

"Xuma, a 2-star magician, a genius in engineering. What a pity." Tarot's expression was gloomy.

Rosen nodded, turned around and gently lifted the rag covering the magician Xuma, and carefully examined the wound.

The wounded man moved his eyes and looked at Rosen, with a trace of desire for life in his eyes.

Rosen looked for a while, and felt a little weak in his heart, because the injury was too serious. Not only were five or six intestines broken, but the liver, spleen and other organs were also obviously damaged. On Earth, such injuries can quickly kill people if they are not treated in time.

He knew that he must not show his cowardice at this time, because for such a serious injury, the patient's own will is also very important. Once the other party doubts him, the possibility of success will immediately be reduced by more than half.

His face was calm, and his tone was extremely firm: "Xuma, I can save you!"

The magician Xuma's eyes lit up slightly.

"But it hurts a bit, you have to bear it, and you must not faint, you must stay awake."

"Hmm~" The young man made a very light sound in his throat, and nodded his head slightly.

"Very good. Hold on!"

Rosen stuffed a piece of rag into the young man's mouth for him to bite, and then began to clean the dirt on the wound.

Xuma groaned, gritted his teeth tightly, and his body trembled slightly.

Rosen's body was also trembling slightly, he was nervous, he knew that time was short, so he moved as fast as possible.

Soon, the wound was cleaned up, because it was delayed for too long, the surface of the broken tissue had been partially necrotic, Rosen used a knife to cut a fresh wound, and then quickly sutured it.

In the eyes of others, Rosen cut, pierced, and sutured Xuma's body with a knife, treating his body as a rag doll.

The people present were all relatively open-minded magicians, but there were still some who couldn't stand it and wanted to stop it.

"Don't go!" Lilith immediately stopped the person.

"But, what's the difference between his treatment method and that of a necromancer? This is too evil. He is probably transforming the dead!" a magician whispered.

Lilith still shook her head: "I know Rosen. He won't hurt us."

"But"

"No buts. Wait patiently!" Lilith's face tightened.

The magicians immediately fell silent. Although many people disagreed with Rosen's approach, they could only endure it.

About ten minutes later, Rosen treated all the wounds, sewed up the belly, and began to inject penicillin into the other party's body.

He first injected a little on the skin, waited for a while, and used magic to observe that there was no specific reaction, and then injected a large amount of it. This was to prevent late infection.

After finishing, Rosen looked up at Xuma. He was still biting the rag tightly, and his eyes were still open, indicating that he was still conscious.

He was worried, so he gently patted Xuma's face and asked: "Dude~ Can you hear me? Blink if you can."

After a few seconds, Xuma gently blinked.

Rosen was relieved.

He was not a doctor, and he knew that the operation he performed was very unprofessional, but he also knew that with the help of alchemical magic, at least he did a pretty good job in cleaning the wound, and there was no dirt or bacteria left on the wound.

Next, whether the young magician could survive depended on whether God would bless him.

After treating this wounded, Rosen did not stop for a moment, walked to another wounded, and once again began the dazzling magic version of surgery.

About 3 hours later, Rosen completed the treatment of the last wounded.

"Is that all?" Taro asked cautiously.

Rosen shook his head: "No, it's far from enough. I am only doing preliminary treatment now, and follow-up care is also very important. I will now talk about the key points of care, you write them down carefully, and be sure to do it meticulously."

Taro looked at the wounded, and the spirits of these wounded did not look very good, especially the initial Xuma, who looked like he was still dying and could die at any time.

He was not optimistic about this evil treatment method, but out of awe of Rosen's powerful strength, he still took out his notebook.

Seeing that he was ready, Rosen told him some nursing knowledge he knew in his previous life.

After that, Rosen said: "I have done everything I can. Next, it depends on whether the gods are willing to keep them in the mortal world."

These words made Tarot feel even more chilled, and he sighed: "Yes, may God bless them."

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While Rosen was busy treating the seriously injured magician, outside the college wall, Amran stood on the top floor of a mansion, looking at the stone house in the college from a distance.

"That guy has been in there for several hours. Do you think he is not ready to leave?" Amran suddenly said.

Standing next to him was Olamson, who shrugged: "Maybe. What are you going to do? Continue to send people to die?"

"Of course not." Amran shook his head: "I want to build a trebuchet and throw a bucket of thunder power potion over it to see if I can blow him up."

Oramson shook his head: "It's useless. That kid's reaction speed is very fast, and the potion barrel can't hit him at all."

"This guy really deserves to die!" Amran looked depressed.

At this time, the sky was getting a little brighter. Perhaps because the monster had not appeared for a long time, some surviving city residents appeared on the streets.

Amran heard the movement and turned around to look. As he looked, he suddenly clapped his hands gently: "Yes!"