Chapter 6

Jiang Junming was no longer excited; instead, he was fully focused on the surgery. It was as if he had inadvertently returned to the affiliated hospital of the medical university, participating in a rescue operation, assisting the teaching professor, and performing emergency surgery.

Whenever the optical brain explained something, the part of the figure in front of Jiang Junming that was mentioned would darken. Then, as if afraid that Jiang Junming would forget, detailed requirements and explanations written in Chinese characters would appear on that part.

When Jiang Junming's movements had minor deviations or were not standard, the optical brain would correct him at any time, making him start over. This continued until Jiang Junming's actions were impeccable, as rigorous as the surgical procedures described in the textbooks he had studied.

After the rescue explanation was complete, the subsequent content focused on injuries to the marked parts of the human body. It detailed where to start to cause the maximum damage instantly, how to make a certain part permanently lose its function, where to start, and what kind of force to use to cause only pain without any organic damage.

The optical brain's explanation was so detailed that it went beyond what Jiang Junming could have ever imagined in his dreams.

Jiang Junming felt as if he had returned to the anatomy teaching laboratory. The difference was that there was a nearly omniscient teacher giving him a private medical lesson. This teacher never tired, was rigorous and serious, and would immediately correct any small mistake. Before this, Jiang Junming thought he had a basic understanding and mastery of anatomy. However, after the optical brain's explanation, he realized how shallow his previous knowledge was.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Junming had learned everything. The human figure in front of him no longer had any light points. Jiang Junming relaxed his tired mind, frowned, and thought, "Is the first level of basic medicine, basic anatomy, already finished?"

Recalling what he had learned, Jiang Junming felt both excited and helpless. He had thought the optical brain would teach him something valuable. But anatomy was something he had already mastered; the optical brain had merely made his techniques more proficient. What good was that? In this world, neither anatomy nor surgery could be used, as they were strictly forbidden by the temple.

Jiang Junming felt a faint disappointment. Was this the extent of the optical brain from a level 10 civilization?

After completing the first level of basic medicine, basic anatomy, the leaf in front of Jiang Junming disappeared, and a branch began to grow. A new sprout appeared where the leaf had been, and a new branch sprouted, followed by two new leaves. However, no matter how Jiang Junming looked at them, he could not see anything unusual about these two leaves; they were no different from the previous one.

Jiang Junming could not say how much time had passed. At this point, the rectangular space seemed to have exhausted its energy, and the surrounding flowing light became somewhat dim.

At this moment, the optical brain said, "The recipient's mental energy is insufficient to continue the lesson; the system will shut down." Then Jiang Junming saw large Arabic numerals appear on each of the six faces of the rectangular optical brain: 3... 2... 1...

Jiang Junming understood the optical brain's meaning: his mental energy was not enough to support the optical brain's continued operation. He took one last look at the other leaf, where the characters read: "First Level of Basic Medicine, Basic Pharmacology."

As the optical brain's countdown ended, Jiang Junming's vision blurred, and he found himself back on his bed in the wilderness herbal shop. Lying on the bed, Jiang Junming opened his eyes and thought about what he had just experienced, finding it incredible. Carefully recalling, the newly learned knowledge was real in his mind, not just a dream. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Jiang Junming got up from the bed, feeling refreshed and full of energy.

Staring at the kerosene lamp for a while, Jiang Junming picked it up and went to the room where he usually prepared potions. Normally, Jiang Junming only came here to clean. In the quiet of the night, he would repeatedly recall in his mind the materials needed to prepare a stimulant potion, the dosage of ginkgo leaf grass, the dosage of morinda root, and how to measure the solution with a measuring cup.

Jiang Junming had also virtually practiced making potions, but the small herbal shop did not have enough extra herbs to train an apprentice. Under normal circumstances, Jiang Junming would have to work in the shop for at least ten years before he would be qualified to prepare the simplest stimulant potion.

Try it? Once this thought appeared in his mind, it became an uncontrollable wildfire, burning fiercely.

Jiang Junming had seen the pharmacist, Stem, make potions before. Even when Stem had good lighting and a complete set of tools like measuring cups and balances, the success rate of the stimulant potion was only 70%. If Stem were in Jiang Junming's current conditions, without measuring cups, test tubes, or balances, and in dim lighting that made it hard to distinguish ginkgo leaf grass from morinda root... Stem probably couldn't make a single stimulant potion.

However, Jiang Junming felt confident despite the harsh conditions. After leaving the rectangular space, Jiang Junming found that his physical strength was abundant, his strength was greater than before, his body's flexibility and coordination had improved, and even his perception had become much sharper. Jiang Junming was confident that he could prepare the stimulant potion without measuring cups, test tubes, or balances, even in the dim light.

After preparing the ginkgo leaf grass, morinda root, and the solution for the potion, Jiang Junming took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and carefully recalled the process of making the stimulant potion. Just like before every surgery, if there was time, Jiang Junming would recall the surgical procedure in his mind.

Everything appeared naturally in his mind. Jiang Junming could feel the unique grassy fragrance of the ginkgo leaf grass in front of him, and he could even clearly hear the patrol guards discussing the attack on the priests of the Light Temple Alliance from a distance.

Jiang Junming was startled. The priests of the Light Temple Alliance were attacked? Was it related to the priest Raphael from the Care Church whom he had treated last night? Perhaps Raphael was one of the attacked priests.

His perception had suddenly become much sharper, and he received much more information. Jiang Junming quickly discarded all his private thoughts and focused on preparing the stimulant potion.

The stimulant potion was the simplest potion and the one most commonly sold in the wilderness herbal shop. The stimulant potion itself did not cure diseases but could slightly boost a person's energy, giving them the strength to endure their illness.

To Jiang Junming, the stimulant potion was more like a weak stimulant, or more accurately, a placebo. It could only give the poor a bit more hope of overcoming their illness. No one expected the stimulant potion to cure diseases; they just used a few copper coins to buy a bit of hope.

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