Chapter 43

Desecration of a corpse? The short merchant was already alive, there was no corpse to desecrate. If the accusation against Jiang Junming was a deliberate setup by the priests and squire attendants, they knew what was going on. But now, with the scene unfolding before their eyes, both the priests and the squire attendants were at a loss, unable to explain what was happening. Not even able to distinguish between the living and the dead? This was too absurd, absurd to the extreme, to the point where their minds were blank, and they felt as if they were dreaming.

Reincarnation of the dead, that was a divine art that only existed in legends, and no one knew if anyone could actually perform it. Therefore, neither the priests nor the squire attendants thought that the short merchant had died and was brought back to life by Jiang Junming. They were all wondering if they had been so frightened by the followers of the evil god that they couldn't tell the difference between the living and the dead.

Fat Chados and skinny Aired looked on in shock as a "dead man" came back to life in Jiang Junming's hands, with those "rough and brutal" beast-like movements! What did he do? The two young men suddenly felt a bit afraid, fearing that their words might have been heard by Jiang Junming. The pain in their swollen faces seemed to intensify, as if Jiang Junming was standing right in front of them, slapping them again.

As for the Goddess of Compassion, the weak deity was not even considered by the two young men. Even in Moonlight City, when the Goddess of Compassion was mentioned, it was mostly in mockery. A deity whose priests sometimes succeeded and sometimes failed in performing divine arts, what was there to respect?

But Jiang Junming was different. After Dwight was defeated by him, he casually slapped himself. They had mocked him again, and if he heard their words, would he kill them? Thinking of this, the fat and skinny young men both hid in fear behind the crowd.

The other merchants and travelers watched in shock as the short merchant, who had died, was miraculously brought back to life by divine healing. Some even began to pray in a daze.

The priest who had once scolded and tried to frame Jiang Junming looked at him in confusion, watching the merchant in Jiang Junming's arms, his mind a mess, with many thoughts appearing and disappearing, none of which he could grasp.

He's alive! How is this possible! Jiang Junming did not use divine arts; there was no divine power, yet he brought back to life a person who could not be saved even by a first-level healing spell, a person who was already dead! It's not that the divine arts didn't work, but that his divine arts didn't work. But how did that herb shop apprentice do it? How could he be stronger than me? The priest's mind was still preoccupied with questions about divine arts.

Jiang Junming let the short merchant lie in his arms, feeling his heart beating, and breathed a sigh of relief. The man was temporarily saved. Whether he would survive still depended on the recovery period.

Fortunately, the lack of oxygen to the brain was not long, so there should be no aftereffects. The most important thing now was to stabilize his condition, as the heart was still very fragile and could stop beating at any moment. He needed to find a way to keep the heart from stopping. As for how long the man would live, Jiang Junming had no certainty.

What should he do? Jiang Junming knew that the most important thing to do now was to administer an intravenous injection of "lidocaine, atropine, and adrenaline" to maintain the patient's heart in an excited state. But there were no drugs, no sterile syringes, nothing. What should he do? He knew how fragile the newly revived heart was, and if nothing was done, the short merchant's heart would likely stop again.

If it stopped again, he would be helpless. Jiang Junming's brows were still furrowed as he thought of ways to maintain the fragile heartbeat of the short merchant.

Right! Jiang Junming suddenly remembered the stimulant potion Vincent had given him. This potion had a mild stimulating effect, similar to a low-efficiency stimulant. Although it didn't have much effect, it was better than doing nothing.

With this in mind, Jiang Junming immediately took out the stimulant potion from his chest and gestured to the merchants and travelers nearby to feed the short merchant the potion.

The people around were still in shock and had not recovered. No one helped Jiang Junming. Seeing him take out a bottle of potion and feed it to the short merchant, the priests and squire attendants did not know what potion he had taken out and frowned, but said nothing.

Now, neither the priests nor the squire attendants were willing to comment on any of Jiang Junming's actions. They had been so confused that they couldn't even tell if a person was dead or alive, and they didn't know what Jiang Junming's potion was. Although some squire attendants recognized the bottle and knew it was just a common potion that would not help the short merchant's condition, what if it did? That would be slapping themselves in the face.

They decided to just watch. The short merchant, though still breathing, was as fragile as a candle in the wind, and some squire attendants were even hoping he would die quickly, so they could make the herb shop apprentice pay!

Little Price watched in amazement as Jiang Junming did one thing after another that exceeded his understanding, curious but saying nothing.

Dwight watched curiously, still not understanding the situation, not even knowing what had happened.

Fat Chados, though fearful of Jiang Junming, couldn't help but say, "Isn't that a stimulant potion? That cheap stuff, it's useless, did you bring it to quench your thirst?"

"Who says it's useless, it can stimulate," skinny Aired habitually chimed in. "Because it's sweet, it can stimulate. I think it's just sugar water, a cheap product from the Wild Herb Shop, a few copper coins for a bottle, and it's not bad to drink as sugar water."

Hearing the words of the fat and skinny young men, everyone looked at the protagonist. It turned out that this bottle of potion, which no one recognized, was not particularly high-end or magical, but rather too cheap and common to be recognized.

So, Jiang Junming was just an apprentice at an herb shop. Because of the words of the two young men, some merchants and travelers who didn't know Jiang Junming's background now understood his identity.

A stimulant potion? Isn't that a joke? Only the poorest and most hopeless people would drink such a useless potion, and even calling it a potion was an insult to potions. It was just sweetened sugar water, the only difference being that it could be sold for a few copper coins.

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