The body was laid in the cool basent; otherwise, in this weather, it would have taken only half a day for the corpse to beco severely decomposed.
This was a gaunt body. His hands were calloused from long periods of handling sail ropes, and his exposed skin was tanned and darkened from prolonged sun exposure. So features revealed his identity as a Pirate.
There were signs of dissection on the corpse—it had clearly been used as teaching material after death—with dense stitches maintaining the final semblance of dignity.
It was obvious that this was not Paracelsus’s handiwork, for it was too rough.
"To be honest, the cause of his death isn’t clear," Paracelsus began. "He was fine the day before, but by last night, he was gone. I suspect a wound infection, but I don’t have more cases on hand..."
Paracelsus then pointed to a wound on the corpse’s abdon. It looked like a sword cut from the battlefield, and his intestines had probably spilled out. The fact that he hadn’t died on the spot but had lingered for so many days sowhat demonstrated that Hamlet’s developing dical system had achieved respectable results.
"It was acute organ failure caused by inflammation from the wound infection," Lance stated. "With current dical technology, he was basically beyond saving."
His mastery of the Ability "Flesh Reconstruction" gave him a profound understanding of the human body, generally allowing him to determine the cause of death. But this situation also indicated sothing else.
"Even the dead can speak," Lance continued. "Autopsies, aside from understanding human anatomy, must also focus on researching and recording the causes of diseases and death. The accumulation of this data will aid the developnt of our pathology and forensic science."
Paracelsus had dissected many bodies, but she was more focused on studying human anatomy.
She used to conduct her research secretly, but after coming to Hamlet, she received strong support from the Lord. Thanks to a wealth of experintal data, she had nearly completed her study of human anatomy; her book was almost finished.
Now, faced with Lance’s instructions, she understood the general direction for her future research.
"Also," Lance said, "I feel a hospital should be established in town. The progress made in treating external injuries can also help prevent potential plagues and diseases. We have several dical staff from the city sanatoriums here this ti, don’t we? I’ll transfer them all to you."
"I need to do research; I don’t have ti to manage a hospital," Paracelsus replied, sowhat dissatisfied. In her view, teaching those dical orderlies had already wasted enough of her ti. With a new research direction erging, she certainly had no ti to manage a hospital.
Few would dare to refuse a Noble Lord’s request so directly, but Paracelsus did.
"Indeed, I was inconsiderate. Let’s set this matter aside for now; I’ll have soone else handle it," Lance said with a resigned smile, acknowledging her point.
He didn’t find her straightforwardness offensive. As long as one has ability, they should feel free to make requests. If I didn’t have this much tolerance, I shouldn’t be in this position.
This proposal was a bit hasty on my part, he thought. The environnt in the Beast Lair has put a lot of pressure on , making instinctively prepare contingency plans for diseases.
The Witch’s plague, the diseases of the Beast Lair... why did our ancestors favor such disgusting things?
Grendel observed the exchange. This hardly seems like an interaction between a Noble Lord and a subordinate; it’s more like a conversation among friends.
The Experint was soon ready. Corpse Decomposition Spores were sprinkled on the body’s exposed wound. The skin began to ulcerate visibly; flesh necrotized at a rate perceptible to the naked eye. Even the fascia dissolved, turning into a muddy, foul-slling bloody fluid, and soon, an entire thigh was stripped down to the bone.
But the reaction stopped there; it didn’t dissolve further. It seed there was a limit once the spores lost their self-replicating ability.
"Increase the dosage!" Grendel ordered, her voice calm.
As more of the substance was applied, the reaction resud: skin, muscles, and internal organs vanished before their eyes, leaving only bones and hair.
Confronted with such a Skeleton, Paracelsus showed no fear. Instead, she looked pleasantly surprised, as if a novel toy lay before her.
She cleaned it with a Potion and picked up a femur, sighing, "I’ve always wanted a skeletal model for teaching, but I was never quite satisfied with the process of separating bone from flesh. Now, this is just perfect."
Lance didn’t comnt on her peculiar hobby, discussing instead with Grendel.
"Determining the correct dosage for the reaction is difficult," Lance mused. "If any spores remain, could they harm the environnt?"
"No," Grendel replied. "Once they erge from hibernation, if there’s no flesh available, they’ll quickly die off on their own."
"Good. How is the research on the antidisease project progressing?"
"I already have the formula," Grendel said. "I’ve prepared so Antidisease Sachets, but they were designed for use in the Mountains. I’m unsure of their specific effectiveness here."
"What if we adapt them into masks with an interlayer? That would be more suitable for the Beast Lair environnt."
anwhile, Paracelsus, having overheard their discussion about the Beast Lair, made a request to Lance.
"Rember to bring back a relatively intact monster corpse."
"Alright, alright! Leave it to ," Lance readily agreed, promising she would get her share.
"I want to request permission to use those Heretics with Extraordinary healing abilities for Experints, to verify if Corpse Decomposition Spores can inhibit their healing."
"Alright. But be careful—those individuals aren’t ordinary. Ensure you have a comprehensive plan for your research."
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