Chapter 80 80. Take Mental Potions with Caution to Avoid Schizophrenia

In the headquarters of the Law Enforcement Corps, the pure holy light kept lighting up. Many patients who were waiting on the bed for their injuries to get better sat upright and looked at their hands in disbelief.

"A large piece of flesh that was shaved off my arm has grown back!"

"The penetrating wound to my thigh has also healed."

"Hell, I just saw my deceased Uncle Yule, and he was waving his hand for me to pass. Then there was a flash of light, and I came back."

"The scar on my face is gone, haha. Now I can chat with the girls again."

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The law enforcement regiment has its own medical team, but what they can do is very limited. They can clean the wound, remove the rotten parts, stop the bleeding and disinfect it, and then suture the wound. It's not that the medical team can't do more, it's that the law enforcement team can't afford to purchase expensive magic instruments that can perform precision surgeries.

Even magic must be realistic. Without instruments to operate on people, more people may die on the operating table than in battle.

It's just that magic needs to be realistic, Holy Light doesn't. If magical means achieve repair by accelerating the division of cells, then Holy Light is a very non-magical repair.

There is no acceleration of cell division and no cell-level modifications, but it is such a magical and unrealistic direct repair.

A large piece of flesh had been cut off from the arm and it had grown right back, and the cavity caused by the penetrating injury had been filled up. Even the person who was on the verge of death with only one breath left was brought back, and he even had the energy to tell others that he was just walking around. to the screen.

Gradually, more and more people were around Mo Cheng, and more and more injured people were being treated. People looked at Mo Cheng as if they were seeing a savior.

If it were the believers on Earth, they would tell Mo Cheng that the eyes of those people were like looking at Jesus.

This doesn't come without a price, however.

"vomit……"

The young man in a black clergyman's uniform was holding a trash can and retching constantly. Mo Cheng felt like he was thrown into a drum washing machine and turned on the strongest setting when he was almost dehydrated after eating the Wallace's gastrointestinal meal. Washed all day long.

Mo Cheng wanted to vomit, but since the food in his stomach had been completely digested, he could only feel the bursts of acidity in his stomach, followed by retching where he couldn't even spit out any saliva.

"Damn it, I'm pretending to be a fool, why didn't anyone tell me that it's so uncomfortable to lose the blue bar... ugh..."

Mo Cheng very much suspected that he used the Holy Light to save several seriously injured people in order to make himself more suitable for the role of a priest of the Glory Church. Just to enjoy the expressions on those people’s faces [Fuck, this can be saved! ] expression, and he couldn't stop pretending.

But one thing was clear to Mo Cheng. He was pretending to be a fool now. Having exhausted all his blue bars for the first time, he felt so uncomfortable that he just wanted to go back to strangling himself for pretending to be cool a few hours ago.

"I don't ask for anything else. Please give me a soul ring after the fugitive mission is completed. I... vomit...!!!"

Mo Cheng would rather have his health bar reduced to only 1% than experience the feeling of having all his blue bars empty again. He can guarantee that once he obtains equipment like the [Soul Ring], which exchanges blood for mana, he will never put it down.

Heaving again, Mo Cheng felt that his throat was dry, and his mouth was so dry that he couldn't even produce saliva. At this moment, there was the sound of someone trotting behind him, and then something like a test tube was put into his hand, "Quick, this is a mental potion that can relieve your discomfort."

He directly uncorked the bottle and took a sip of the light blue liquid. His throat, which was about to burst and bleed, felt like a sudden burst of rain after a long drought, and he felt as refreshed as a handful of mints when he was motion-sick.

Margaret opened the small box she brought, which contained five mental potions stored at low temperature. "What is your standard index of mental power? How many standard units of mental power can you withstand?"

Aundair mages have a set of universal standards for the study of mental power, and this standard is used throughout the Koyre continent. Mental power is not as strong as the physical body and has a strong self-correction ability, even if it is sometimes overdosed. Nothing will happen.

But precision mental power is different. Once a mental power substance exceeding the standard index is absorbed, there will be very troublesome consequences.

But where did Mo Cheng know his own mental strength standard index? As for the matter of withstanding a standard unit of spiritual power and material, it is even unheard of.

He only knew that the potion in Margaret's hand could make him feel less uncomfortable, so he grabbed it and poured it directly into his mouth, not just one bottle, but a total of six bottles of all the potions in the box.

"Wait a moment!"

No one came to stop her. When Margaret was about to stop him, Mo Cheng drank all the spiritual potions.

"Phew, I feel much more comfortable."

It's like a person who has been seasick for three days and three nights and finally sets foot on solid land; like a thirsty person in the desert who is about to die and finds an oasis where he can drink as much water as he wants; more like a math problem that he has been thinking about for a week has finally been solved. It was a pleasure to find out all the solutions that could get full marks.

"Why did you drink all the mental potion? Are you okay?!"

Margaret felt nervous for a while. The head of the law enforcement team in Fairhaven might not know enough about the Holy Light, but she was definitely familiar with the magician's stuff. The sequelae of excessive absorption of spiritual substances can, at the very least, start with severe schizophrenia.

Margaret grabbed Mo Cheng's hand and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the medical department of the Royal Academy."

"Stop, stop, I'm fine, there's no need to go."

Quickly stopping Margaret's actions, Mo Cheng glanced at his status bar to make sure there were no side effects. At the same time, his blue bar had returned to 30%.

A bottle of mental potion can only restore 5% of the mana. Is this because the recovery effect of the mental potion is too low, or is my own mana too high?

"Are you really okay?"

"Swear to the glory, I don't feel any discomfort. My mental strength standard index is higher than you think."

Perhaps because she felt that the priest would not make fun of the righteous God she believed in, or perhaps because she saw that Mo Cheng really didn’t seem to be in trouble, Margaret breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Priest Mo Cheng, please don’t scare me like this next time. people."

"I have no intention of scaring people. Who knew that excessive use of holy light would have such consequences." The monks in Mo Cheng's [Foreign Land] account use [Qi], a kind of energy that only targets the body rather than the spirit even if it is consumed. Supernatural power, he is not a magician player, and he has never paid attention to what will happen if the blue bars are exhausted.

The result was that after Mo Cheng used the holy light to pull all the seriously injured people back, before he could cure the minor injuries and show his face, Mo Cheng's face suddenly turned ugly, and he pushed everyone away and ran away. He came out and walked away from the trash can at the door.

Some medical staff also realized that Priest Mo Cheng had used the holy light excessively and had exhausted all his magic power or spiritual power, so they quickly took out a few spiritual power potions and asked Margaret to bring them over.

"But fortunately, I didn't know this during the battle. At least now I know that overusing the Holy Light will cause me to be knocked out. It's better than overusing it during the battle and being knocked out."

Thanks to GJohn, I’ll sleep until I’m beaten to death, and Idiot 2 plus 1 for the reward.

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