"Dr. Lister, how is the Duke?"
In the main residence of the Negan Family, Agueshid Negan stood at the door of the medical room, his tone anxious.
As a top-tier noble, although the Negan Family mansion had a history of several hundred years, after modernization, it was equipped with all top-tier modern facilities.
Medical rooms, operating rooms, and so on were all available.
With the mansion's security strengthened and a large team of Mandated Punishers providing support, Agueshid ultimately chose to send the Duke of Negan back home and brought in the most professional medical staff.
This doctor with scarlet eyes was the top-tier doctor introduced by the Church of Storms who had served many noble dignitaries—Sigmund Lister.
"The situation is very complicated—" Lister sighed, his tone full of helplessness.
"In all my years of practicing medicine, this is the first time I've encountered such a thorny situation."
"Is it because of the physical trauma?" Agueshid asked.
He had seen his brother's wounds.
It could be said that when he saw the blood-covered, unrecognizable Duke of Negan, his first reaction was not sadness, but shock.
Even without medical knowledge, he could tell from the completely abnormal angles of the Duke of Negan's joints just how severely injured he was.
Half of his bones were likely shattered.
"Physical trauma is only a minor trouble—"
"If we use Beyonder powers, whether it is 'Regeneration' or 'Life Alchemy', we can achieve the therapeutic effect."
As high nobles, the people of the Negan Family basically knew of the existence of Beyonder powers, so Lister spoke very directly.
"The real trouble is—"
Lister nodded slightly: "The Duke's soul, or rather his inner self, has developed quite a few problems."
"I speculate that this is related to the Demon who attacked the Duke."
"He has the ability to detonate emotions, and before falling into a coma, the Duke was attacked by this ability."
"Most importantly, to coordinate with the use of this ability, that Demon seemed to have used some kind of mind-affecting item."
"This has left the Duke's soul in a state of extreme chaos."
"This is no longer a simple psychological or physiological problem, but a deeper kind of damage."
"Honestly, such an extremely rare phenomenon is worth conducting specialized research on."
"Just tell me," Agueshid interrupted Lister's scholarly speech, "can the Duke wake up?"
"Theoretically, yes."
"Theoretically?"
"Hmm—" Lister nodded. "The human body itself has a certain degree of self-repair function."
"As a Beyonder, the Duke's own recovery ability is far beyond that of an ordinary person."
"With the assistance of medication, he will gradually recover—"
"However, I cannot be certain about exactly when he will wake up."
"Perhaps it will take a few months, perhaps longer."
"Of course, I could also employ some special means, but the risk is—"
"Right now, the Duke cannot bear even the slightest bit of risk," Agueshid said decisively.
"Let the Duke recover slowly—"
"I understand," Dr. Lister bowed.
"The patent is done."
Looking at the patent documents in front of him, Loen was in a good mood.
"There are so many benefits to being a celebrity; the speed at which the documents came down is more than just a little faster—"
"The patent for allicin has also been applied for—"
Perhaps to verify the so-called "bribery," Charles was exceptionally attentive to helping him.
Through the other party's help, Loen had successfully acquired a pharmaceutical factory that had previously been affected by the financial crisis and was on the verge of bankruptcy.
Although the scale was not too large, it possessed a certain complete drug production capability, and most importantly, it had legal drug production qualifications and various complete official permit documents.
The price was also very reasonable, only 6,500 pounds.
"Once this money is spent, the cash on hand will really be at the bottom—" Loen rubbed his temples, quickly calculating the recent cash flow in his mind.
"Fortunately, there is still the thank-you gift from the Negan Family later—if all else fails, I'll just sell those extra Beyonder characteristics—"
"The pharmaceutical market in this era is still in a stage of barbaric development."
His thoughts turned to the newly acquired pharmaceutical factory, and his eyes became somewhat complicated. "There's actually no decent, mandatory preclinical testing and approval regulatory system—basically, as long as your production process looks 'reasonable' and doesn't immediately poison people, you can apply for a patent and start production and sales."
"Like before I transmigrated, there were various drug testing approvals, phase one and phase two clinical trials—here, there is actually nothing."
"This is also a factor of the times," he sighed. "On Earth, at the end of the 19th and the beginning of the 20th century, it seemed to be the same situation—"
"However, for me right now, it is a window period that cannot be missed."
He whispered to himself, his gaze sharpening. "The long-term storage and standardized production of allicin are still difficult problems, but—I can first try to produce small batches of some basic oral or topical antibacterial liquid."
"Hmm, this time I won't mix in holy water and the Earth Mother's herbs; the simpler the formula, the less likely things will go wrong."
After pondering the pharmaceutical issues for a while, Loen looked out the window and found that the noon Sun had risen.
"It's time; I have to go to the church this afternoon—"
Saint Samuel Cathedral.
Under the guidance of the church clergy, Loen arrived at the reception room deep inside the church.
He saw an old man wearing a black clerical robe, with five Dark Sacred Emblems worn on his chest, a clean face without a beard, and deep, dark, and tranquil eyes.
The Archbishop of the Backlund Diocese, Anthony Stevenson.
Although he had some mental preparation, Loen still felt a burst of nervousness.
He could clearly feel that this Archbishop's Sequence was extremely high; there was a high probability that he was a demigod.
"James Scott," Archbishop Anthony spoke first, his voice gentle and magnetic, like a breeze at night. "I am very happy to see you."
"May the Goddess bless the path you walk."
"Praise the Goddess. It is also my honor to meet you, Your Grace." Loen bowed deeply, his posture impeccable.
"There is no need to be so reserved, child." Archbishop Anthony showed a warm smile on his face and signaled for Loen to sit on the bench next to him. "I have heard of your deeds."
"You broke into a dangerous place alone, saved the innocent, and later, relying on courage and wisdom, helped the Duke of Negan at a critical moment and thwarted an evil conspiracy."
"For Backlund to have a young man like you who is righteous and brave is a gift from the Goddess and the good fortune of this city."
"You overpraise me, Your Grace," Loen lowered his head, his tone sincere. "I only did what anyone who believes in the Goddess and follows the Goddess's teachings should do."
"To pity the weak, protect order, and fight against Darkness—these are all what the scriptures teach us."
"I believe in your piety, but—I heard that the Church of Storms Bishop, Ace Snake, seems to have been deeply impressed by your performance."
"He even extended an invitation to you, hoping you would convert to the 'Lord of Storms'?"
Uh—isn't this question a bit too direct? And how did you know—
Loen felt a jolt in his heart and was inexplicably embarrassed, but on the surface, he still maintained humility and piety.
"Your Grace, I highly respect the majesty of the 'Lord of Storms'."
"However, my faith in the 'Evernight Goddess' is unwavering."
"I have always followed the Goddess's teachings and will not betray the Goddess."
Although he hadn't even read the "Evernight Scripture" a few times, he still lied without changing his expression.
Hearing this, Archbishop Anthony nodded, carrying the care of an elder for a junior: "The doors of the church are always open to pious and upright believers."
"Your reputation is growing, and you have become involved in some troubles."
"Remember, if you encounter trouble you cannot handle alone, or need some guidance and help, you can come to me at any time, or seek protection through Saint Samuel Cathedral."
"The Goddess will not abandon her lambs, and the church is also the backing of its believers."
This was almost an explicit recognition of his status as a "wild Beyonder" and provided a certain degree of protection promise.
"Thank you for your mercy and guidance," Loen bowed again, feeling a little relieved in his heart.
Fortunately, the result was not bad.