Chapter 58

The healing technique had a miraculous effect. Raphael treated himself, and Jiang Junming witnessed the gas in the closed thoracic drainage bottle quickly decrease. Although he couldn't see the lungs healing, he could judge how fast they were healing. This time, Jiang Junming witnessed a scene that he could never have imagined in his dreams: the severely injured tissue rapidly grew, almost like watching a science fiction movie, surreal and strange.

However, as miraculous as it was, the divine technique had its limitations. Raphael's traumatic hemothorax and Link's congenital heart disease were conditions that even the basic and intermediate divine techniques could not treat. Jiang Junming watched the growth of the injured tissue under the divine technique and pondered the scope of application of the divine technique and surgical treatment in treating diseases.

Perhaps the divine technique could treat external injuries and restore the body to its original state? But it couldn't clear the blood that had already appeared and remained in the body? Or perhaps the healing technique could treat infections and prevent tetanus like antibiotics and tetanus antitoxins?

This was just Jiang Junming's conjecture, but something seemed off... The patient was in traumatic shock due to massive blood loss, but why was there vomiting? Jiang Junming frowned, thinking about the patient's injuries. Shock could sometimes cause vomiting, but it definitely wouldn't appear in the acute phase. What could be causing the vomiting?

"Such a powerful healing technique!" The students watching around whispered, the believers of the Guardian God all showing signs of joy. It seemed the patient's life was saved, and as long as he didn't die immediately, with the strong constitution of the Guardian God's believers, he would recover quickly.

"Yes, from the prayer to the application of the healing technique, it took almost no time, it was so fast. The priest's mastery of the divine technique is truly profound."

"The effect is so good that it's unbelievable. I think I saw the wound healing."

"Kainus is saved now."

Jiang Junming seriously observed the patient, analyzing the condition. It didn't seem as simple as it looked. This person didn't seem to have a simple abdominal stab wound; there should be other diseases, primarily external injuries. But where exactly? Jiang Junming's eyes searched the patient's body repeatedly.

White divine light fell, and the wound quickly healed. The patient's face gradually regained a rosy hue, though not healthy, it looked more vibrant than the previous pale complexion. After about ten seconds, the patient suddenly turned his head and began to vomit violently. His limbs stiffened, and his breathing became rapid, as if he couldn't hold on and was about to die.

At that moment, Jiang Junming vaguely saw the patient's left pupil dilate. Could it be a head injury?

The tall old priest sighed softly, his face showing disappointment and regret. He said in a low voice, "I am powerless. This is the will of the gods; he must go to the side of the gods."

These words fell like a thunderbolt among the crowd. The joy on the young faces had not yet faded when they heard the tall old priest of the God of Justice pronounce the death of the young man.

But... is it really hopeless? The wound has already healed. Why is this happening?

For the strong believers of the Guardian God, blood loss was a minor issue. As long as the bleeding stopped and the priest treated it, the chances of recovery were high. But why did the old priest determine that the injured young man could not be saved even though the divine light was still shining on him?

The eyes of the squire kneeling beside the patient instantly lost their luster, looking at the old priest in despair, muttering, "What do I do? What do I do?"

"Sir, save him."

"Sir!" The young believers of the Guardian God around them pleaded.

The tall old priest sighed and shook his head. The short old priest scolded, "Ridiculous! This is the will of the gods, not something the divine technique can treat."

It wasn't that they hadn't tried, but it was the will of the gods...

Jiang Junming's frown deepened. His gaze shifted from the patient's blood-soaked abdomen to his head. When the patient turned his head, a small contusion near his left temple caught Jiang Junming's eye. It seemed the patient had fallen and hit a stone on the ground after being stabbed. In the midst of all the blood, this small injury was almost unnoticed, but Jiang Junming's eyes suddenly brightened as if he had seen something important.

Epidural hematoma! Superficial temporal artery rupture! Several traumatic disease names suddenly appeared in Jiang Junming's mind. Yes, that's it! It was as if a bolt of lightning had split the night, and everything that had been puzzling him now had a reasonable explanation. Jiang Junming's mind became clear.

The fatal wound in the patient's abdomen had been treated, but he had suffered multiple injuries. When the severe bleeding was stopped, the epidural hematoma and increased intracranial pressure became the most serious conditions. And this kind of injury was not something the healing technique could treat. The space inside the skull is small, and a few dozen milliliters of blood could be fatal. Although the old priest's divine technique had reconnected the blood vessels and rapidly healed the superficial temporal artery, the blood already inside the skull, if not removed, would be fatal.

"I'll give it a try." Jiang Junming parted the crowd and approached the patient. He needed to perform a burr hole to drain the blood from the skull and reduce intracranial pressure, so the patient could be saved.

"Who are you?" The believer student of the Guardian God saw Jiang Junming's unfamiliar face and odd attire and asked. The senior student who had come with Jiang Junming didn't know what this new student, who had just passed the second round of the church academy but wasn't officially enrolled, wanted to do. Even the old priest was at a loss, saying it was the will of the gods. What was he trying to do?

"Get out of the way, do you think this is your Moonlight City?" someone shouted angrily.

"The old priest said it was the will of the gods, he must return to the side of the gods, and you still want to try? Do you think you're stronger than the old priest?"

"I think this kid is just confused, he got a few compliments and now doesn't know what's up or down."

Jiang Junming heard the senior students' ridicule and anger but paid no attention. He quickly walked to the patient and said to the tall old priest with a serious expression, "The Goddess of Mercy teaches us to save lives and heal the wounded, so I want to try."

The two old priests looked at each other and both smiled bitterly. This young man had indeed shown exceptional talent, but how could he be so presumptuous? They had already said it was the will of the gods, meaning this injury was beyond the reach of the divine technique. Yet he still insisted on coming forward and declaring he would try in front of everyone. Sigh, this young man is truly arrogant and ignorant.

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