Most of the patients in the Leprosy Camp were waiting outside the tent, eagerly anticipating the results of the treatnt, whether it was success or failure, they were prepared.
However, no one was willing to give up that slim chance.
Perhaps it will really succeed...
Among them, Baldwin's tall figure was particularly noticeable. He was allowed to return to care for those leprosy patients, but he had to avoid reinfection.
Thus, what he wore on his face was not a mask but a face covering, draped with cloth to cover his exposed body, and gloves—basically fully equipped.
However, he seed sowhat worried because, although he had regained much of his hearing, he did not hear any movents from the patients. Instead, several doctors were discussing sothing he couldn't understand, and it was quite intense, which was obviously not good news.
Moreover, the treatnt he received was very painful, so he was unsure if the others with their fragile bodies could endure it.
These dilemmas lingered until the tent door was lifted and Lord Lance ca out to announce to everyone.
"Everyone, look at , look at . I have an announcent to make." Lance raised both hands and shouted loudly to draw everyone's attention. "The new treatnt is very successful. We have confidence in treating leprosy. In Hamlet, you will attain redemption."
Even though Baldwin's experience was already a reference, this statent still evoked emotions among the patients.
They practically bowed and chanted the na of Lord Lance in awe, their twisted bodies combined with this scene appearing sowhat eerie.
They will receive redemption here...
Baldwin looked at the crowd bowing towards Lance, the scene of cheering mixed with sobbing was indescribable, but soon he was relieved.
Yes, he too had received redemption here.
Lance watched this scene without a big reaction. Why, when he clearly could use Flesh Reconstruction to pull them back from the brink of death, did he not do it, considering the virus could be dealt with later?
Because he wasn't a charity worker. Doing it this way would have imdiate effects, but what about the consumption of Spiritual Essence?
Moreover, by treating this matter, he could erode Baldwin's prestige and instill his own image into these patients.
This was undoubtedly a show, but humans needed this to unite.
If he were to use them, Lance would not allow them to form small groups among themselves or tolerate anyone having higher prestige than himself.
He needed to ensure his absolute control over Hamlet.
There were only about a dozen patients here in total; anesthetize and inject two shots before moving to the next.
Even Baldwin was brought in for a shot, but it was to test if the self-healing effect could truly induce cell differentiation.
The focus was on nerve and brain recovery. So cells are ant to die; when they're gone, they're gone, beyond the scope of the human body's self-healing.
Lance was prepared for failure because the structure of the human body wasn't as simple as that of the Flesh Devourer, which had complex functions.
But the test results were surprisingly thrilling.
"It's a success!" Lance's face was bursting with unconcealed ecstasy. No one probably knew what this represented.
But Lance understood that as long as soone was injured, drinking a vial could allow them to heal quickly. This was to say that the [Blood Vial] in those fantasy works like gas, ani, and novels had appeared.
Also, there was sothing like a [Panacea] that could eliminate most diseases.
Most diseases in this world beca a joke in front of these two potions, and since it worked on the human body itself, it ant that drug resistance would not exist anymore from today onwards; diseases would no longer threaten human survival.
Recalling sothing unknown, Lance suddenly felt a bit dejected.
To speak the truth, he had a bias against supernatural power since it went against the worldview he had constructed throughout his life.
Similarly, because supernatural power brought so much uncertainty to this world.
Without supernatural power, even if the ancestor had more ambition, at most he would be a freak genius villain, influencing maybe just a region, or exaggeratingly a small country, eventually taken down by so special forces king or XX captain.
But in this worldview, the ancestor's ambition was magnified by supernatural power to an unknown extent, even coveting to seize "divine" power, thus bringing destruction to the world.
And as the hapless heir, he hadn't even "enjoyed himself" before being forced to fight for his life against the ancestor; not fighting wasn't an option, because he didn't want to turn into a tumor.
However, he too relied on supernatural power to rise, otherwise how could an ordinary scholar possess the power to counter the ancestor in such a short ti?
Yet, within Lance's heart lay a certain modern superiority, especially with Hamlet's developnt from a shabby little fishing village to its current state.
Moreover, the improvents he promoted in life, dicine, and education, among others, once again certified that his ideological notions were superior.
These emotions provided him enough psychological resistance against the shocks brought by supernatural power along the way.
Like those flashy monsters, Lance was confident that people who'd seen modern weapons wouldn't fear them.
Your corruption plague, flesh monsters, I'll turn on a flathrower, and you'll all beco a barbecue.
What Pigman, monster, can't even withstand cold weapons, let alone hot ones.
The holy enchanted armored Knight charging forth, my Steel Torrent will flatten, every one of them is a crunchy tin can.
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