"The idea is quite good, but why should we believe you'll be able to carry it out? And why should we believe that those doctors who go to the Red Line won't be toyed with and discarded by you people like trash?", Facing Rosse's proposal, Dr. Kureha still had no intention of giving in.
The idea, indeed, she thought was very good.
But in the nearly 120 years of her life, the cruelty of the Celestial Dragons had already carved itself deep into her mory.
All the things that had happened in the Holy Land, none of them were new to her.
Back then, Drum Kingdom had also sent a group of doctors to the Holy Land. But none of those doctors ca back alive. All of them died there.
What a tragedy that was.
Doctors could save others, but not themselves.
"I'm not negotiating with you. I'm simply stating a fact. As for whether anyone will be made to suffer, that depends on who breaks my rules first," Rosse didn't care in the slightest about Dr. Kureha's attitude. He was only responsible for informing them.
When studying on the Red Line beca a major trend, a few individuals wouldn't matter at all.
"The dean of the interdiate dical school will be chosen between the two of you. As for the dean of Rosse University dical School, that will be Stella."
"Stella, huh… if it's that child, then that's fine."
Hiriluk recalled the last ti Rosse had co, both Stella and Sora studied dicine very seriously and treated them with great respect.
Unlike Sora, who could rember everything she heard, Stella had no foundation, and learning had been very difficult for her.
Of course, in Stella, Hiriluk saw the reflection of himself, soone with little talent.
The difference, though, was that Stella had Rosse behind her, a powerful benefactor, and she had eaten the world's second-ranked dical fruit, the Healing Fruit.
With the help of that fruit, even if Stella didn't know much dicine, she could still beco a renowned doctor in this era.
But Stella had always been diligent and eager to learn. A year had passed by now, she must be even more remarkable than before.
"Lord Rosse, if Dr. Kureha is unwilling, I'm willing to serve as dean of the interdiate dical school and cultivate dical talent for the World Governnt," Hiriluk declared solemnly.
"Pfft! You and your third-rate skills? You're fit to be a dean? You're no different from that little girl who relies on her fruit ability, don't go misleading others," Dr. Kureha couldn't help mocking him.
"Then why don't you be the dean? If people with skill like you refuse, then it falls to the talentless like us to take it up. I believe that soday, among my successors, soone with true talent will appear and take my place," When Hiriluk said those words, his face shone with boundless longing.
Perhaps he truly believed he could leave sothing behind for this world.
"Then it's settled. Hiriluk will be the dean. If Dr. Kureha is willing, you'll be the vice dean," Rosse's lips curved slightly upward as he made the decision right then and there.
Perhaps Dr. Kureha's dical skill was unmatched in the world, but being dean required more than skill.
Especially in an age when everything was just beginning, technique wasn't the most important thing.
The one who could plant hope in the hearts of students was the better choice.
That wasn't sothing Rosse could do himself, but he could still pick the right person for it.
"Hey hey, I haven't said I agreed yet! Celestial Dragon, why did you choose Hiriluk?", Dr. Kureha looked at Rosse curiously, with little sign of reverence.
She was almost 120 years old, half a foot in the grave, how could she still fear a so-called Celestial Dragon?
Rosse rely glanced at her, "You're not suitable."
"How am I not suitable?", Dr. Kureha laughed angrily. It was the first ti she had ever been denied by a layman in her own field.
"You may be able to save critical patients, ten, a hundred, maybe even more. But compared to that, Hiriluk can elevate the entire profession of doctoring. Perhaps because of him, the world will no longer have people dying unexpectedly from small illnesses," Rosse said calmly.
That was his assessnt.
Dr. Kureha could only ever be a divine physician, while Hiriluk had the potential to teach and inspire others.
It wasn't that Dr. Kureha couldn't teach, but if she did, it would only be through the old master-apprentice thod, able to train a few at most.
Their personalities were different, and naturally, the results they led to would be different too.
"Him? You think he could invent so universal dicine that cures every disease?", Dr. Kureha's expression turned complex. It was the first ti she had ever heard such a humane statent from a Celestial Dragon.
But in these words, she had been reduced to a re contrast to Hiriluk, and that made her uncomfortable.
Hiriluk's dical skills were diocre at best, full of naive fantasies about saving the world and the nation.
Even though she knew him and respected his conviction, comparing him to her was absurd.
"Whether a universal cure exists or not is open to debate. Even the so-called most powerful fruit, the Operation Fruit, can't heal everyone in the world. But what if a hundred thousand people graduate from the interdiate dical school every year? They don't have to be brilliant, just at the level of an ordinary Drum Kingdom doctor."
"When these people are sent all over the world, wouldn't that, in a sense, be the sa as a universal cure?", Rosse smiled faintly as he casually painted a grand picture.
From his position, achieving this wasn't even that difficult.
And dicine itself was an essential part of society, an area he very much wanted to expand.
There were many ways to attain immortality in this world, but those mystical thods might one day be broken.
If dical science advanced far enough, perhaps there would be hope to achieve eternal life through scientific ans. That was why Rosse wanted to develop dicine.
Hadn't Roger died of an incurable disease? And Whitebeard, in his later years, could only survive on IV drips.
To Rosse, at this point, humanity was no longer his greatest enemy, ti and illness were.
"T-this… could that day really co?", Hiriluk stood frozen, as if listening to the voice of a god.
He had always shouted slogans before, but now, at last, he had found direction.
Just as Rosse said, if 100,000 people graduated from his dical school each year, then before long, every inhabited island would have doctors, every place would have pharmaceutical factories, and anyone who fell ill would have a chance to be healed.
Such a future was too beautiful to imagine.
"Lord Rosse! Please give this chance! I will never disappoint your expectations, I will make that golden age co to pass!", Hiriluk wept and knelt on the ground, looking up at Rosse with utter devotion, even begging to be commanded.
Seeing this scene, never mind the others, Kaido was genuinely shocked.
Back in Wano, the mining incident had already shaken him a lot.
'But this? I could have ordered people around like this?'
Not only were they willing, they were desperate to offer up their very lives.
If anyone dared attack that dical school, Hiriluk would probably die defending it.
'Damn it!'
'All that talk about ruling through violence, ptui! Even dogs wouldn't bother with that garbage,' At this mont, Kaido understood.
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