I am God Chapter 183: : God of knowledge?

Recently, a legend began to spread in Cross City.

A legend about a **** who possesses knowledge, and people can get any knowledge they want from him.

People say it is a newly born god, a new **** who holds all knowledge.

There are also rumors that this is a **** created by the creator Insay, just like the mythical King of Wisdom, Laidlich, and Sally, the Mother of Life.

He is generous and benevolent, willing to bestow upon mortals great gifts and skills.

Leicester went to attend a noble banquet, and several nobles stood in the corner and exchanged this legend.

Because most of the characters involved in the legend have a certain status, and they are all elegant and knowledgeable people, which can be regarded as things in the aristocratic circle.

So the nobles are also keen to talk about such stories.

"Have you heard? The God of Knowledge."

"As long as you pay a price, you can get any knowledge you want. A craftsman can create a magic weapon overnight, and a bad musician can suddenly play music like heaven."

"Really or not?"

"Is that really a god?"

"Really, there is one person in our Cross City who exchanged knowledge."

"It's a painter in the south of the city. Originally, no one cared about his paintings, but suddenly he has the style of Wang Ting's painter, which is completely different from his previous painting style."

These rumors say everything, but in fact, no one who talks about this kind of legend has ever seen the so-called God of Knowledge.

Lester just took it as an anecdote and didn't take it seriously.

The banquet was very noisy, and everyone who came in would greet Lester, but Lester was not good at socializing, and just gave a stiff answer.

He was born at the bottom, and he didn't have much in common with these people.

Before the banquet was over, he stood up and walked outside.

"Mr. Lester, you are leaving!" the attendant at the door asked him.

"Some things, let's leave first." Lester nodded.

Once home, he headed straight to his laboratory.

A few of his apprentices are taking care of him at the medical center. If it wasn't for the more serious patients, Leicester would not be too busy at ordinary times.

He also put more thoughts on the laboratory, and wholeheartedly carried out his own "panacea experiment."

During repeated experiments, he also discovered the secret of the power of the life blood stone.

"The power of the bloodstone of life is everything that can copy a life."

"It can reproduce a life from beginning to end with only one drop of blood as the source."

Leicester has tried this experiment many times.

Using this method, he produced many trilobites in his water tank.

From the perspective of bloodline, they belong to the same one.

As for why trilobites were used as experimental subjects, it may be because of the influence of the witch doctor's sentence that trilobites are the ancestors of trilobites.

Lester wrote his own panacea theory on the scroll.

"The power of the blood-sucking worm should come from the life-blood stone. Its function can only be blood-sucking conversion. It is an extraordinary life form created by the left-handed witch doctor with the life-blood stone."

"Theoretically, just record a person's healthiest state."

"When he is restored to the healthiest time, all diseases can be eliminated."

"That is."

"The panacea."

Put the scroll down.

Lester was a little irritable and kept scratching his head.

"However."

"How can one record a person's theoretically healthiest state, and how can this state be applied to everyone?"

"Everyone's body is slightly different, and the bodies of men and women are also different. How to solve such problems?"

The experiment has reached such a point that it is no longer possible for a doctor to continue.

He needs extraordinary strength.

Lester suddenly thought of the rumor he heard at the banquet.

The **** of knowledge can give everyone the memory and knowledge they want, allowing ordinary people to have talents beyond geniuses overnight, and turning stupid people into learned scholars in an instant.

But just thinking about it, Lester couldn't help laughing.

"That's just a rumor."

"Are you serious?"

Lester will not believe anything, such nonsense that a new **** has appeared.

After closing the door of the laboratory, Lester returned home,

The wife was reading a book under the oil lamp, and looked at Lester when she heard Lester come in.

"Are you back?"

Lester nodded.

The wife then asked him: "Still not going well?"

Lester sighed: "How can it be so simple?"

The wife asked him curiously: "Lester, what do you want to create?"

Lester wanted to talk about it, after all, it's a bit uncomfortable for a person to bury his head in the experiment and have no one to talk to.

But such things as life blood stones have a lot to do with it. If it is leaked out, it will cause big trouble, so he held back in the end.

"A very important thing, I can only say a thing that can change the definition of medicine."

The wife hugged him: "No matter what you want to do, I will support you."

Lester: "So you think I'm doing a good thing?"

The wife nodded: "Because I believe that the things you make will surely relieve pain and bring happiness to everyone."

There are misfortunes and blessings in the day and night, but there are unpredictable things in the sky.

A plague came from the north, first appeared in some villages, and then spread to major cities.

Cross City.

Of course there is no exception.

People have just bid farewell to the war before ushering in another disaster, and this disaster is even more terrible than the war.

In the early days of the plague outbreak, no one noticed it, because it only spread in some villages at first, and many places in this area have not recovered in the past few years because of the war and sparse population.

Some people died of illness, so they have not been paid attention to.

The Leicester Medical Center was surrounded by a group of people, and a patient was brought in.

After several doctors looked at it, they immediately noticed something was wrong.

This patient is obviously dying, but they don't know why the other person is sick at all.

"Dr. Ridley!"

"Dr. Ridley!"

Lester came down from upstairs and came to the consulting room.

He looked into the man's eyes and listened to his heartbeat.

"Quick!"

"Send it in!"

Lester's wife is also his assistant. Seeing the extreme pain of the patient, he immediately comforted the patient.

"Don't be afraid."

"He is the holy hand Leicester, he can definitely save you."

However, just as the person pushed in, the patient suddenly convulsed violently.

Finally.

A mouthful of blood spat on Lester's wife, and then died.

Lester lowered his hands, his pupils shrank together.

This is not the first time he has encountered this situation, but every time he encounters it is equally uncomfortable.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Others also stood by Lester's side, mourning the loss.

However, Lester did not expect that similar patients were sent to his hospital one after another,

It was only then that he began to realize that this was not an isolated case.

"Is this a plague?"

Lester immediately reported to the city lord, but it was too late.

A large number of such cases have begun to appear in Cross City, and more patients with less obvious symptoms are completely indistinguishable.

The city lord also felt scared, the disease does not recognize nobles and commoners.

"Lester!"

"You are the best doctor in the city, known as the Holy Hand."

"Now we only rely on you."

Lester said to the city lord: "Now I can only prepare quickly, and I will try my best to find the cause of the disease, and then find a way to solve it."

When Lester returned to the hospital, he kept thinking about what he had learned: "What kind of disease is this?"

Lester began to dissect the patient's body, trying to find out what the disease came from.

He was horrified to find that every patient's internal organs were incomplete.

It's like.

Been eaten by something.

It is no wonder that when those patients died, they suffered as if they had fallen into purgatory.

Then he removed a worm from the patient during an open surgery.

"Intestinal worms?"

Lester immediately recognized this kind of thing.

Because witch doctors have encountered it before, and recorded this kind of thing in books.

Witch doctors once encountered this kind of disease transmitted by bugs in a small town, and then saved the entire town.

Lester immediately became excited. Now that he knew what the disease was, there was a solution.

Not true.

It should not be said that he has a solution. Although he has learned the method of surgery from witch doctors, he has not yet been able to clean up the bugs in the patient's body through surgery like a witch doctor. It was like magic to him.

But he can ask the witch doctors to treat this disease. The medicine powder that the witch doctors made in the past cured the disease, so they must be able to make it again.

As Lester thought about it, he slowly ended the operation.

He puts down the surgical equipment and begins to exit the room.

Unexpectedly.

At this time, the wife beside him fell down.

Lester immediately stepped forward to support her: "What's wrong?"

The wife shook her head and said to him.

"It's fine."

"I just don't feel well, maybe I'm too tired."

But Lester felt that it was not that simple. His wife had been in contact with patients by his side recently, and he wondered if he was also infected with the disease.

"You take a break."

"I'll take a look for you later, don't be infected with this disease."

As expected.

Lester's wife also fell ill, contracting the same disease.

Before the bed, Lester was a little anxious.

But his wife comforted him and said: "Lester, don't panic."

"I believe you will find a way."

Leste nodded: "I have found a solution. This is a disease caused by bugs. Witch doctors have encountered it many years ago."

"I'm going to seek help from the witch doctors right now, and there will be a solution soon."

"Soon."

"Every patient here will be treated, and so will you."

Lester quickly wrote a letter and handed it to his apprentice.

"Go to the witch doctor's house."

"Send this letter to the witch doctors."

Lester said seriously: "The patients in the entire cross city, not all the people suffering from illness inside and outside the city, their lives are written on this letter."

"If you can send it one day earlier, you can save a few more people."

"Quick!"

"It must be fast."

Leicester's apprentice nodded: "Don't worry, teacher."

The apprentice embarked on a long journey with missions and tasks.

But no matter how fast it is, it will take more than half a month to go back and forth between Cross City and the witch doctor's house.

In the following days, the plague situation became more and more serious day by day.

Leicester was walking in Cross City, and the city was already full of sick people.

The doors of every household were tightly closed, and people walked outside in a hurry, hiding away from everyone.

He also saw one body after another piled up in the car and sent out.

The cemetery outside the city has run out of vacancies a few days ago, and a new cemetery is currently being built.

The patients in the Leicester hospital were already overcrowded, and Leicester could only do his best to save their lives and delay the time as much as possible.

For a doctor like him, there is no more cruel and uncomfortable picture than this.

On the twentieth day, his wife gradually became thinner, and her eyes were extremely empty.

Every day I lay in bed in pain.

"Lester Leicester"

She called her husband's name, as if she wanted him to save her.

There was nothing Lester could do but grab her hand.

At this moment, Lester strongly questioned his medical skills.

I no longer have the slightest self-confidence.

"Why."

"Obviously I have tried my best. I have obviously learned medical skills from witch doctors, and I have also passed my medical skills to the students."

"Why, still can't change anything?"

Ordinary people are still so vulnerable in the face of disease and death.

At this moment, Lester finally felt the limitations of mortals.

As the days of torment passed, Lester finally waited for the returning apprentice.

When the apprentice returned, he brought back the three carriages pulled by the little stone demon, and the carriages seemed to be full of things.

The apprentice told Lester: "The witch doctor is currently conducting an experiment, and there is no way to come here."

"However, the witch doctor named Left Hand personally created the medicine that can treat this disease,

"He also told me that as long as you take this medicine once, you will never get intestinal worms again."

"The human body will kill this kind of bug directly."

Lester breathed a sigh of relief and patted the apprentice on the shoulder.

"All right."

"It's already very good."

"The whole Cross City will thank you, you saved everyone's life."

The apprentice said: "Teacher, you saved everyone."

Lester immediately arranged for someone to unload the medicine from the car.

Then arrange for people to start distributing medicines, set up stations in various hospitals in the city, and start treating patients.

The crowd flocked.

The witch doctor's medicine is very effective, and it works immediately after use.

Although it can't make the patient heal immediately, it can kill the bugs in their body immediately.

"Thank you."

"Thank you, you saved our lives."

Countless patients in the city wept bitterly and took Lester's hand to thank him.

As one patient after another was treated, the city gradually returned to life.

Suddenly, Leicester's reputation reached its peak.

In the city.

He is like a saint.

When the patients in Cross City gradually stabilized, the apprentices and assistants of Leicester Medical Institute began to lead people out of Cross City.

With medicine, help more people suffering from the plague,

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Leicester's home.

He looked at his wife on the sick bed with a sad expression.

Although Leicester solved the plague, his wife was tortured to the point of being out of shape.

Her body was severely damaged by the disease, and she was left with only one breath.

The failure of various organs in the body is no longer something ordinary medicine can solve.

"Yeah"

The wife was lying on her side on the bed, humming weakly.

The pain had tortured her so much that she couldn't even speak, but those eyes looked at Lester, as usual.

"I won't let you leave me now?"

"This is my oath."

Lester looked at his wife and said seriously.

Although he said so in his mouth, he was extremely anxious in his heart.

When he walked out of the bedroom, his expression completely changed.

"It's too late."

He couldn't have time to send his wife to the witch doctor's house, and his wife couldn't bear the bumps of the journey.

He suddenly remembered the experiment he had studied for many years, the life blood stone with magical power.

The panacea that I have placed high hopes on.

There is only one key missing.

He can realize his idea and save his wife at the same time.

South of the city.

Lester knocked on a door, and the door opened to reveal the scene inside. There were various stone carvings and many painted pottery panels inside.

As well as oil canvas paintings that have begun to appear in recent years, but this art has not really been recognized by the upper nobles.

This is the home of a painter.

"Hello."

"I'm Lester."

Lester introduces himself to the person who opened the door.

As a matter of fact, the painter recognized Leicester the moment he opened the door.

"Mr. Lester, I don't think there is anyone in this city who doesn't know you."

"Actually, my family survived this disaster and plague thanks to your favor. I am very grateful to you."

"I've been trying to find an opportunity to thank you, but you haven't been out lately."

"I heard."

"Your wife"

The painter sighed and did not continue.

Lester also sighed: "This is what a doctor should do."

The painter looked at Lester: "You are a real physician, a great physician."

The two sat down, and the painter said directly: "Mr. Lester, I know what you want to do."

Lester was curious: "How do you know?"

Painter: "Many people have visited me, you are not the first, nor the last."

"But those people, I will tell them that there is no such thing as illness."

"But with you, I'll be blunt."

Lester stood up excitedly: "So, is it true?"

The painter nodded: "It is true, but it is not useful to most people."

"The God of Knowledge will only respond to those who can pay the price, and the law he upholds is exchange."

"He gives you what you want, and you pay the corresponding price."

"And most people can't afford this price."

The painter took Lester to another room and visited some of the painter's works,

Even Leicester, who is not rich in art, recognized one of the paintings.

"This is"

"It is the God's Gate in the sky that was lost in the City of God's Servant. This is the masterpiece of King Henir's last period. I heard that King Henir liked it very much."

The painter nodded: "Although it is not the original work, I can tell you that what you see is exactly the same."

Lester asked: "How did you do it?"

The painter said seriously: "Because I have inherited the skills of the original author."

Seeing the painter's paintings with his own eyes, Lester no longer has any doubts.

"This is really a great masterpiece."

"It seems that this existence really has very powerful power."

On the way home, Lester's heart was beating.

What he hasn't learned from the witch doctor for ten years may be easily obtained here.

But he was also a little apprehensive.

He doesn't know the price he has to pay. Facing such a powerful existence, a mortal like him is like an ant who takes what he takes.

Although the painter told him that the contract in the spiritual world was signed through the kingdom of gods.

No one can break the terms of the spiritual bond.

Go home.

Lester drew the spirit deed array on the ground according to the pattern given to him by the artist, and wrote a symbol representing a powerful and unknown existence in the center of the array.

Next, Lester's own name was written on the other side of the symbol.

Kneeling in front of the ritual array, he chanted incantations.

"O great God of Knowledge!"

"I use the rituals of the spirit world to call you and sign a contract of equal transactions with you."

"Please tell me, how can we create a real panacea?"

Suddenly, the magic array on the ground shone brightly.

His consciousness went blank.

He felt as if he had appeared above the sky, and then kept falling down, and finally fell into a completely unknown situation.

He saw a heavy door, and a figure sat above the door.

"Interesting."

"Very interesting."

"What do you want to do? Make a panacea?"

The figure stared at Lester, leaning forward slightly, as if observing Lester's secret.

"You turned out to be a student of that group of witch doctors. It's interesting, very interesting.

The figure seemed to see through everything about Leicester at a glance.

Lester looked up at the gate, his eyes moved up a little bit, and finally stopped on the light dust figure.

"Are you the **** of knowledge?"

The figure grinned and said, "That's right, I am the **** you asked for."

"I have all the knowledge that has appeared in this world, as long as it exists, you can get it from me."

Lester said to the figure: "I want to make a panacea."

The figure said to Lester: "I can't give you the method of making the so-called panacea, because there is no real panacea in this world."

"However, I can open my treasure house of knowledge, and you can search for the knowledge you want as much as you want."

The figure floated down from above and pushed open the door behind him.

"Go!"

"Go and ask for everything you want."

Lester asked him: "What price should I pay for this transaction?"

The figure told him: "All the knowledge you got from the witch doctor, as well as your research on the bloodstone of life and the panacea, all belong to me."

Lester feels that there is no problem with this deal: "Okay, I promise you."

Just finished speaking.

Lester was instantly sucked into the door.

Behind him, the figure of Guangchen was still smiling.

"Finally."

"An interesting person finally came."

When you wake up again, it is already a reality.

Lester still knelt on the spot, in his own house.

"I'm back?" Lester looked at his hands in disbelief.

"So it's true?" He stood up and walked around the room excitedly.

"You can actually get what you want by trading."

What happened just now is like a dream.

But everything in Lester's mind was telling him that what happened just now was real.

Lester obtained knowledge that he had never imagined before, about magic and monsters.

The "God of Knowledge" is really unimaginably generous. Even some third-level curse-seal priests may not have mastered such knowledge, but at this moment, an ordinary person like Leicester possesses such powerful knowledge.

The price was Lester's research on the panacea and the bloodstone of life.

Exchanging knowledge for knowledge is very fair.

He does not feel that his own knowledge must be more noble than others.

Lester rushed into his own laboratory, and this time he felt that his inspiration was constantly bursting out.