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Chapter 356 A Panacea Bestowed by the Gods?
Chapter 356 A Panacea Bestowed by the Gods?
"A panacea? A cure for every disease?"
Upon hearing this latest information shared by Hugh, Lorne's hand, holding the coffee cup, paused slightly in mid-air.
Could it be what I'm thinking?
"Could you tell me more about this 'miracle drug'?" Lorne put down his cup, his tone becoming serious.
"Uh—" Hugh took a sip of warm black tea, gathering his thoughts slightly. "Actually, I don't know much either—this rumor only recently appeared in the East District."
"It is said that a special medicine blessed by the gods has appeared in the East District, a mercy bestowed upon humankind by the gods. It has the miraculous effect of curing all diseases; no matter how difficult or complicated the illness, as long as it is taken, one can quickly recover their health."
"As for why it's called divine mercy, it seems to be because this medicine only appears in the homes of the sickest workers. Most of them can't afford to go to the hospital, nor do they have time to queue at welfare hospitals."
Therefore, this medicine was regarded as a gift from the gods to those poor but devout believers.
She paused, a hint of helplessness on her face: "But as for the god who casts a glance of mercy, it's impossible to determine at the moment; the theories are all over the place. Some say it's the goddess of night, some say it's the lord of storms, and some say it's the god of steam and machinery—the friend who shared the information with me tends to think it's the Earth Mother Goddess, after all, the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess has always been known for its expertise in herbs and healing."
Hugh was still sharing the various speculations she had heard, but Lorne was already finding it hard to control her expression.
Divine blessing and mercy? What on earth is this?! He felt a chill run down his spine.
He swallowed hard and tentatively asked, "Hugh, what's your take on this?"
He needs to hear what the bounty hunters have to say.
"Well—" Hugh pondered for a moment before offering his judgment, "I think this is just a rumor, spread by mistake. How could there possibly be such a thing as a panacea?"
"Or it could be some kind of evil cult, a story they deliberately fabricated to seduce the masses and convert them to their evil god. After all, the rumors say that only the lowest-level workers received the drugs, which fits their usual proselytizing methods—"
"Previously, there were people in the East District promoting the belief in a 'true creator,' claiming that if you believed in him, you'd have sizzling grilled meat every day. They liked to use this method of improving the lives of the poor to spread their religion—"
"However—" Hugh's tone softened slightly, with a hint of reservation, "It's also possible that a new drug with good effects has indeed appeared, but its effects have been exaggerated infinitely in the process of being circulated."
"A very sharp judgment. He's definitely a seasoned bounty hunter," Lorne silently remarked to himself.
"Anyway, these kinds of strange rumors often circulate in the East District, and usually no one remembers them after a few days." After Hugh finished speaking, she took another sip of red tea to moisten her throat. Then, she noticed that Lorne's expression seemed a little stiff.
"Scott, what's wrong?" Hugh asked curiously. In her eyes, Scott had always been a confident and capable senior, and she had rarely seen him with such a strange expression.
"Sigh—" Lorne sighed heavily, "Although—it's just my guess, I feel that the rumor I just heard might—be related to me."
"I seem to be the God who gives mercy to the sick."
"Huh?" Hugh looked surprised and almost choked on his tea.
"That's how it is—"
Because he trusted Xiu's character, Lorne didn't treat her like an outsider and simply explained to her about delivering medicine to the workers.
"You mean you used some spiritual materials to make some medicine and then distributed it for free to the sick workers in your factory?"
"That's right. That so-called panacea, it's probably what I gave them." Lorne nodded helplessly.
Although I initially anticipated that this effective medicine might spread within a small circle, I never imagined it would develop into such an outrageous legend as a "divine gift" or a "panacea"—
"Furthermore, Hugh, you said that not many people knew about this news when it first came out, but since it's been linked to divine blessings"—an element completely unrelated to reality—it indicates that the matter already has a certain foundation for spread and—a degree of distortion. The number of people who know about it is probably more than we imagine."
"Although my medicine is indeed quite effective, treating some external injuries, as well as colds, flu, pneumonia, and bacterial infections—"
Well, he thought to himself, "In a way, this is indeed quite 'omnipotent.' I jokingly called it a 'degraded version of a panacea,' and I never expected it to actually become known as a 'panacea'—but this is completely different from 'curing all diseases'!"
"I want to go and see where the rumors are." After a while, Lorne finished his now-cold coffee and stood up.
"Okay, I'll go with you," Hugh said immediately.
"Hugh, you should understand what I'm worried about, right?"
On the way to the workers' bar, Lorne's expression was somewhat serious.
"If it were just a simple urban legend, perhaps not many people would care. But now it's actually associated with labels like 'gods' and 'gifts,' which immediately sound like they're related to the worship of evil gods. Once more people know about it, this matter will definitely reach the ears of the church."
"Is it because you used spiritual ingredients in your medicine?" Hugh asked.
"Yes, mainly because holy water was used in it," Lorne nodded.
"The Night Watchers and the Mechanical Heart are alright. But if the Punishers find out, it'll be a huge problem. They've always been extremely vigilant about the belief in the Eternal Sun. They're incredibly sensitive."
"Even if they do trace it back to me, it probably won't be a big deal. After all, my intentions were good."
However, being taken away for investigation, questioned, or even temporarily restricted in one's freedom is still a very troublesome and reputation-damaging thing —
Soon, the two arrived at the workers' bar, a mixed bag of people, located deep in the East District.
Hugh was clearly a regular here. She led Lorne to the bartender who was wiping glasses behind the bar and asked him directly about the "panacea".
"A panacea?" "Oh, you mean that?" The bartender glanced at the two of them, shrugged, and said, "I've only heard of it; I don't know the specifics. I only know that recently quite a few people have been trying to buy that kind of drug at high prices."
Lorne then inquired about when the rumor first broke out and found that it roughly coincided with the time when he sent the first batch of medicine to the workers.
After thinking it over, Lorne decided to go to the Brave Ones Bar again, hoping to get some information from Caspas.
However, not long after he left the workers' bar, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure on the street.
It was a figure dressed in black overalls, but whose demeanor clearly clashed with his surroundings. He was clutching a cloth bag tightly in his hand, while cautiously, even furtively, glancing around.
"Jürgen, the lawyer? What's he doing here?"