Chapter 484: Disease Transfer
“This, how is this possible?!” Amelia looked at me in surprise. Her treatment speed was already fast, but she hadn’t expected Parul to be so quick, and her treatment effect even seemed better than hers.
“Heh heh, I won.” I leaned on the hospital bed, almost losing my balance and falling, but I stood straight and reached into the seashell, extending my hand to a leech.
The leech immediately swam over, opening its mouth to bite my finger. But the moment it touched my skin, it began to convulse violently, as if it had suddenly been placed in high-purity alcohol.
Soon, the leech stopped moving, but it wasn’t dead, just asleep. Or rather, it had contracted Nightmare Syndrome and fallen into a nightmare.
I didn’t know if the leech’s brain, composed of thirty-two ganglia, could actually dream, but it seemed it could indeed be infected with Nightmare Syndrome. I wondered what kind of nightmares a leech would see, would it dream of rats and snakes?
Regardless, I had successfully cured the patient this time, and he was clearly recovering better than Amelia’s. My patient sat up calmly, a little disoriented, and soon asked in confusion, “Where am I? I was just battling a nightmare!”
“The nightmare has been repelled, thanks to your efforts. Please rest now,” a nearby medical staff member said reassuringly.
Hearing this, the patient’s expression relaxed, and he lay down, murmuring, “Great, great.”
Compared to him, the patient in the next bed, whom Amelia was responsible for, wasn’t as calm. He had been forcibly awakened from a nightmare, his eyes flashing red, and his claws flailing everywhere.
This was a Jackalman. He was still immersed in the nightmare and the fight, showing signs of turning berserk. The medical staff present watched him nervously, ready to suppress him at any moment.
But they didn’t need to. Amelia took out a syringe and injected it into him. The Jackalman quickly calmed down. I could tell it was likely the sedative meant for me. I hadn’t expected Amelia to use such a method.
Finally, both patients returned to a state of calm. They looked at their teammate lying unconscious on the ground, their expressions filled with relief. At least they were the ones who had been saved.
“Who won?” At this moment, a medical staff member asked. Although they were against making a bet out of patients, the brilliant medical skills displayed by both of them earlier had left them breathless.
Especially Amelia’s medical skill, which was fluid and masterful, captivating most people’s attention. However, a patient had gone mad afterward, so many hadn’t clearly seen which patient woke up first.
Now that it was mentioned, it immediately sparked everyone’s curiosity. At least they wanted to know who had won.
“It seems they woke up together,” a medical staff member serving as the referee said. Another medical staff member confirmed her statement: “They indeed woke up together.”
I sighed. In fact, the moment I touched him, the patient’s illness had been cured. But I lacked Amelia’s experience and thought curing the illness meant winning, forgetting about the time it took to wake up, which caused me to waste a lot of time.
But I was still lucky. The patient woke up quickly on his own. If he had wanted to stay in bed a bit longer, I would have lost. As expected, one cannot underestimate a professional doctor like Amelia. She even thought of waking the patient, which I had overlooked.
“In this case, who should be considered the winner?” The medical staff looked at each other. If they woke up simultaneously, who won?
Amelia, however, stared at me intently and asked, “What method did you use to save him?”
“I used a Divine Spell, the Disease Transfer Spell,” I said with a sigh. This was the Divine Spell Beelzebub rewarded me with after I sacrificed a large group of The Formless Children.
Or perhaps it should be called a miracle. I found that Divine Spells and miracles were actually the same thing. However, devout believers usually called their own miracles and others’ Divine Spells, as if to highlight the difference.
Disease Transfer Spell: The ability to host a person’s illness onto oneself, and then transfer it to another person, or other creatures, through touch.
In this process, Beelzebub’s believers, protected by Divine Favor, were immune to all diseases and would not fall ill. But as the price for this miracle, they had to endure the suffering brought by the disease.
This meant they weren’t sick, but they had the characteristics of being sick. They were ill, but only a little.
Originally, this was an offensive miracle. Beelzebub’s believers regarded diseases as gifts and trials. Even when afflicted with excruciating pain from illness, Divine Favor could ensure they acted normally, instantly transmitting all these diseases to their enemies.
With this miracle mastered, they could even transmit diseases remotely without physical contact. People who were healthy and disease-free would suddenly fall gravely ill, causing them to be extremely uncomfortable and deciding the outcome of the battle almost instantly.
However, what I saw was the ability to absorb diseases from people. The most common use of this function was to find a test subject and infect them with many strange illnesses, or to collect strange illnesses and terminal illnesses encountered by Beelzebub’s believers during their travels. This was equivalent to preparing bullets beforehand.
But using it differently could also turn it into an excellent spell for treating and saving people. And this miracle could cure almost all diseases, truly living up to the name of a miracle.
“To actually use a miracle, that’s cheating,” Amelia said somewhat unwillingly. She had instinctively misunderstood me. Because I had talked with her about medical skills for so long, she had mistaken me for a medical assistant. Thus, she instinctively assumed this gamble was a contest of medical skills.
“We didn’t agree beforehand that miracles were forbidden,” I said with a smile. In fact, I had always been a witch, so using this method to heal was only natural.
I had actually considered before the bet that Amelia might agree with me to ban magic, but miracles are not magic. I could exploit loopholes, but I didn’t expect her to not even consider this. She was too honest.
“Tsk, I lost. You are more skillful,” Amelia shook her head and said.
“Wait a moment, doctor, you haven’t lost. Both patients woke up at the same time,” a medical staff member said.
“No, I lost. I only considered the treatment finished when the patient calmed down. Before then, Parul had already completed her treatment, and she didn’t even intentionally wake him up. In that regard, I had already lost,” Amelia said frankly.
“Phew~ Then can I hear my conditions?” I asked with a smile.
“Yes, actually, I would have listened to you even if I had won. I guessed you wanted me to take you back to reality, have you found a way?” Amelia smiled.
“Huh? Then why did you still gamble with me?” I asked in surprise.
“If I won, I would have had a chance to toy with Parul. What a pity,” Amelia sighed.
