Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1291: 1263 patient experimental samples

Chapter 1291 1263. Patient Experiment Sample

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It was very rare that the blood noble, who had maintained a decisive and cold image since the meeting, showed obvious hesitation at this time.

"This is a complication of gray blood disease that has developed to an advanced stage and is treated with [blood therapy]. The clergy said that it is best not to let the patients' heads see the light and not touch them, otherwise they may There is danger."

Although hesitant, Maria still told Lan the explanation she heard from the clergy.

"Really? Then I'll pay attention."

Lan En promised obediently.

But while walking, he looked down at his hands in a vague way.

He still remembered the feeling when he wanted to directly press the head of the crazed patient to calm him down.

That's enough to fit into a coarse sack the size of two normal human heads, so that's not an empty feeling!

And the white-robed clergyman's handling of the mad patient after he suppressed it didn't look like he was dealing with a patient.

The job requirements in the Research Hall are not complex or difficult to complete.

So Maria just said it briefly, and then left with the form filled out by Lan En.

It seemed that although she could directly apply for Lan En's status as a hunter, she still had to go to the Healing Church to complete the filing.

Even now, when we are anxious to hire people, the Healing Church still has its own charter and regulations.

It seems rigid, but it is actually a sign of strong organizational skills.

Able to accomplish one's goals even under heavy pressure.

Regardless of whether the process is forced or not, as long as it can still run, the tightness of this organization is already outstanding.

The Healing Church can turn the 'future' Yharnam into a city where politics and religion are completely controlled. Its dominance and organization have already begun to take shape in the old Yharnam era.

Lan En, who was temporarily on duty, took advantage of his current identity as a Yharnan hunter and wandered around the research hall seemingly aimlessly.

But every time he glanced at a place, Mentos would directly construct a scan in his head and integrate it into the architectural analysis of the research hall.

"But sir," Mentos said a little nervously even though his voice was adjusted into a 'British butler accent' as Lan En walked around like a walk, "the interior of this building currently looks very... A little too counter-intuitive?”

Lan En was actually grinding his back molars secretly.

This place really doesn't conform to the normal building structure.

As for the strange and magnificent buildings he has seen, the demon hunter believes that after traveling through many worlds, his knowledge is really good.

But there aren't many that can be as challenging as Yanan in terms of the complexity of the terrain.

Maybe when he rescued Rosalia's daughter Ge Cide, he and his people infiltrated the Lothrik Library to compare with it?

The group of Lothric sages who had wax tears on their heads were only focused on research and reading, and they didn't care that the mountains of books blocked the originally neat and spacious building into a big maze.

But they were led by the Winged Knight in Golden Armor who had completely transformed. After rescuing Ge Cide from the top floor of Lothrik's Great Library, they broke into the bottom floor.

The field of vision is clear and broad at the beginning, and naturally it becomes less confusing later on.

But in this research hall in Old Yharnam, let’s not forget that the Gothic glitz makes it more difficult to identify the building.

Just talk about its structure.

It literally rests on a large pillar in the center of the building, carrying a spiral staircase leading to each level.

But this pillar can be raised and lowered!

The interface between its spiral staircase and the floor can also be disconnected and reconnected!

At first, Lan En walked to the top of the spiral staircase and was a little dumbfounded when he saw the stairs that were not connected to any floor.

Looking back, I saw a Sumeru descendant standing on a floor that was not connected to any spiral staircase. Stiff and cold eyes looked at him without any emotion.

Only then did he realize that the stairs could still be raised and lowered.

But he still didn't know where the switch that controlled the lifting was. I don’t know under what circumstances this thing will be controlled.

After silently jotting down another detail that he cared about, Lan En wandered around again as if he were just wandering around.

This research hall is very strange, but the demon hunter can also feel that the problem here is very critical.

Whether it is the descendant of Sumeru who was sent to guard the staircase, Maria who was sent to maintain the normal operation of the institution, or even the white-robed clergyman

The combination of these characters is definitely not simple even in the Healing Church.

"Ah, you became a hunter?"

Just as he was thinking about it, a low voice came softly.

The witcher turned his head and saw that he was standing at the entrance of a staircase, looking at the white-robed clergyman walking around on the spiral staircase.

His tone was calm and low, but Lan En could keenly sense a sense of pity from his tone, which was no different from his previous words.

What's a pity? Have I become a hunter in Yharnan? How does this affect you?

Lan En actually had a guess in his mind, but his expression remained unchanged from before, and he just nodded to him.

"Forget it. Hunters will be hunters." The white-robed cleric said in an almost whispering voice.

His voice should have been drowned out in this busy research hall filled with the cries of patients.

But the witcher's keen senses allowed Lan to capture all of this.

"Come up here, I need your help here." The tone of the white-robed cleric no longer contained the hidden regret, and instead he greeted directly with a commanding tone.

Lan En didn't refuse, he just smiled. Instead, just like a newbie in the workplace, she obediently followed his instructions.

They passed the blood-stained medical trolley and many dirty bandages piled in the corner. The wails of gray blood patients echoed in every ward on every floor. The sound insulation of the room was good, but precisely because of the good sound insulation, the shrill screams turned into ghostly murmurs after leaving the door.

And a chattering, gathering murmur.

When he walked to a ward, the white-robed cleric didn't even enter the door. He pointed inside to Lan En as if he was bored.

"Suppress the fuss of the patients inside and let them stay well. It's okay to cry, but it's best not to kill yourself."

He said coldly amidst the patient's wails.

"Ms. Maria has done well before. I hope you can do the same."

"Also, don't touch their heads, that's Jane. That's a dangerous move and could be life-threatening."

After speaking as if giving orders to his subordinates, the white-robed cleric walked away.

But when he passed Lan En's side, he felt an inexplicable chill.

But this feeling was as traceless as an illusion, and he shook his head and didn't care.

When studying arcana, medicine and other projects in Yanan, it would be strange if you didn't experience hallucinations.

But Lan En, who didn't look back, raised his hand and touched his chin.

The movement of his lips revealed his white teeth with a chill.

"Mentos," the witcher said slowly in his mind, "the word he really wanted to say just now was 'precious', right?"

The biochemical intelligence brain did not respond, just silent.

But this is already a response.

'Precious', and using this word in relation to a patient, Lan En can't think of any other situation.

—Experimental samples.

Although he had the experience of 'future' Yanan, Lan En did not feel that the Healing Church was as progressive and compassionate as they are now among Yanan's people.

But after he really caught the clue, he still felt angry for a moment.

But then, he controlled his anger.

This is just an ancient god's nightmare, telling the story of something that happened decades ago.

No matter how cruel, dark, and despicable it is, it is already an established fact.

What he has to do now is to find out the deepest secret from this disgusting established fact.

Looking at the back of the white-robed cleric, the dragon scales on Lan En's gauntlet clicked slightly, which was when he relaxed the tense muscles in his hands.

Lan En turned around and walked into the dim ward.

There were only two kerosene lamps in the huge ward, and the masonry walls and floors illuminated looked damp and cold.

Lying on several rows of wooden beds were gray blood patients who were no different from the mad patients Lan En had suppressed before.

It's just that their body limbs haven't begun to wither and stretch like the crazy one.

But the hospital gown with its loose skirt, the restraints tied around the chest, and the coarse sack on the shoulders were all exactly the same.

Under the dim light were the painful cries of the patients, who were twisting and turning on the bed.

There are two large bottles of bright red liquid hanging from the infusion pole next to everyone's bed, which are infused into the blood vessels.

The scene here is like a nightmare portrayal of an eighteenth-century horror novel about a lunatic asylum translated into reality.

Lan En took a deep breath of the air that smelled of weird medicine, and stepped forward to comfort these patients who were in so much pain that they were self-harming.

Their nails were already scratching at their bodies.

Trying to weaken and numb the long-lasting pain with sharp but short-term pain.

Originally, Lan En was going to try using [Yaxi Seal] to see if it would work.

But unexpected.

When Lan En's footsteps approached, the patient who was lying on the bed with his body stiffened in pain said tremblingly.

"Maria, Ms. Maria! Save me! Take, hold my hand!"

His voice sounded like he was on the verge of losing consciousness, as if the name on his lips was his last resort.

The other patients were just like him, even panicking, a little afraid that the 'Ms. Maria' in their mouths would leave, so they scrambled to speak weakly.

The voices of men and women came from inside the coarse sack.

"Please, please tell me about your favorite flower, Ms. Maria. What does it look like in the sun? Its color, petals... I can't see anything, woohoo!"

"Ms. Maria, it hurts so much."

(End of chapter)