The Greece Antagonist

In the medical room, the fluorite lamp flickered, casting elongated shadows that danced on the walls, creating a scene bustling with activity.

Luo En paused at the entrance, and seeing that no one was there to greet him, he silently stepped inside.

Upon lifting the curtain, a thick stench of blood instantly assaulted his nostrils, as the wailing and howling of agony echoed from all directions, making one feel as if trapped in a brutal slaughterhouse.

"Bed number three, prepare for surgery, administer the anesthetic!"

"That won't work! We've already poured two bottles in, but this guy's magic potion resistance is too strong; he's still awake."

"Use this!"

At the head of the bed, a youth with crossed bangs, wearing a black protective robe and a hood, calmly took out a mallet stained with blood from the Magic Circle Diagram.

An assistant with short linen-colored hair, dressed in the same style of clothing, took the weapon from the main surgeon's hand and skillfully knocked it against the back of the patient's head.

With a muffled thud, the injured soldier on bed number three groaned, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out cleanly.

The effect of the anesthesia was, without a doubt, immediate and visible.

The patient's abdomen had been pierced by a spear, blood flowed incessantly from the wound, and his organs were seriously damaged, but this hardly posed a challenge for the professional team at the bedside.

Seeing that the patient had finally quieted down, the main surgeon at the bed began to work contentedly, issuing a rapid succession of commands to the assistants beside him.

"Scalpel!"

"Saw!"

"Blood Coagulant"

"Gauze!"

The assistants on both sides seemed to have experienced countless similar scenarios before – one side followed the lead surgeon's orders, handling the removal of foreign objects and stemming the blood flow; the other side sprinkled magic potions, chanted spells, repaired the patient's damaged organs, and finally sutured the wound.

In the midst of the procedure, the patient, whose innards might have been torn numerous times and bones broken, awoke several times due to the pain, full of vigor as if brought back to life.

However, the petite and charming assistant with short linen-colored hair, not waiting for the patient to struggle, deftly swung her mallet again and knocked it against the back of the patient's head, reinducing the physical anesthesia.

Standing on the periphery, Luo En silently counted; during this surgery that lasted roughly an hour, the unfortunate victim was knocked out at least four times.

And yet, thirty minutes after the surgery was completed, the patient, despite the swellings on his head, managed to sit up in bed, prompting Luo En to marvel at the resilience of life displayed by the people of the Divine Era, which was even tougher than that of roaches.

At this moment, the main surgeon, who had just finished one surgery, noticed Luo En behind him. He then took off his mask, revealing the somewhat delicate features of the Medicine God Asclepius.

"Why have you come?"

"Just checking things out," Luo En responded casually, smiling as he added, "Also, there are some matters I'd like to discuss with you."

"Now?" The Medicine God glanced at the dozen or so patients groaning in the beds, hesitated for a moment, but eventually took off his leather gloves and led Luo En outside before asking directly, "What do you need from me? Speak quickly please; there are over a dozen people inside waiting for me to perform surgery."

"If there are so many injured here, why abandon your duties to join the Expeditionary Army?"

Luo En asked sternly, gazing somberly at the Medicine God before him.

The Medicine God looked at Luo En with a slight frown, "Did you come here to persuade me to stay?"

Luo En shook his head, speaking softly.

"No, I just want to hear your reasons."

The Medicine God fell silent for a moment, gestured towards the medical room behind him, and replied faintly.

"Those who make it to me are not only the critically ill patients but also the Divine Blood Heroes about to join the Expedition. Once the war starts, they all will walk that path."

After pausing briefly, the Medicine God lifted his head, looking earnestly at the commander of the Alliance opposite him.

"As a doctor, I do not want to abandon my patients!"

Luo En was silent for a moment, then expressed his view seriously.

"But if you stay, you could save more people in the rear."

"And then what? Revive them one by one, only to watch them head back to the battlefield and die one after another?"

The Medicine God raised an eyebrow, scoffed, and shook his head.

"Ever since the war started, I've been living through this scenario almost daily. Watching those who survived under my care like moths to a flame, going down a road of no return one by one, and being powerless to do anything about it—it feels terrible.

Gradually, I've come to realize that my medical skills, which I once took pride in, can only subject my patients to death once more, but they can't change this rotten world in the slightest!"

Luo En patted the Medicine God's shoulder, comforting him in a soft voice.

"I understand your pain and that feeling of helplessness, but please do not become despondent because of it. You're a healer, not a soldier; the rear is your battlefield."

"Despondent? No, my decision to join the Expedition has nothing to do with such trivial emotions."

"Then why?"

The Medicine God gazed at the Alliance Commander standing before him with a profound look, proudly saying.

"I want to 'heal' this war, to let more people survive!"

The resolute response took Luo En aback, leaving him in a prolonged silence.

After what felt like a considerable time, he slowly spoke.

"This expedition will be very dangerous."

"I know, and that's why they need an exceptional doctor! And I am most certainly qualified for that role!"

"What about the wounded in Thessaly when you are gone?"

"Don't worry, Chiron and I have long trained a medical team which has mastered comprehensive emergency care knowledge, more than sufficient to stabilize the rear."

As the Medicine God spoke, he introduced the busy assistants in the medical room to Luo En one by one.

— Makaweng, Podalirius, two military physicians capable of performing surgeries independently;

— Iaso, known as the Goddess of Healing;

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——Xugeya, the "Health" Goddess;

——Panakeya, the Goddess of Medicine;

——Aksuo, the "Safety" Goddess...

These individuals were not only his diligently taught students, but also his offspring who carried his bloodline. They were destined to carry out his will, to save lives and heal the injured.

And lastly, the one who administered physical anesthesia with a large club to patients was the "Comfort" Goddess, Euphine, whom the Medical God Asclepius had charmed into becoming his wife during his medical practice.

Luo En's gaze swept over the medical talents in the infirmary, and he snorted disdainfully.

"It seems you've all made your preparations."

"So, you agree?" the Medical God asked tentatively, his eyes shimmering with desire.

"Did I say I wouldn't agree?" Luo En glanced dismissively at the oblivious man who had sired a plethora of children, reminding him irritably, "Since you're preparing to go, stop the surgeries for the next two days and prepare more magic potions for the journey."

Seeing his wish granted, the Medical God's once melancholy face suddenly beamed with a radiant smile.

"Got it, I'll start tonight! I'll guarantee as much as you need!"

While speaking, the Medical God seemed to remember something urgent, hastily pulling out a gold-hued magic potion from the Magic Circle Diagram and handing it to Luo En, speaking solemnly.

"Ah, right! This is the elixir of immortality you had me make!"

Luo En's face lit up with joy at the mention.

"Is it a success?!"

"Half a success..." the Medical God responded reluctantly, explaining with some resignation.

"The Immortality part isn't so difficult; as long as we find a way to enhance the life vitality within the body of the user, we can roughly achieve it. But ensuring the soul's undamaged existence after losing the body it inhabits is simply too difficult—even using the essence extracted from the Golden Apple, this magic potion I have can only ensure that the user's soul remains intact for a short time. To revive them from death, we must quickly provide compatible bodies."

After listening to the Medical God's report, Luo En pondered for a moment before asking gravely,

"How many of these potions have you made?"

"About a dozen, mainly because this thing can only be considered a semi-finished product, and there aren't many Golden Apples left," the Medical God answered honestly, seemingly dissatisfied with his latest research achievement.

Luo En's eyes flickered before he commanded solemnly,

"Fine, from now on, stop all your other work and concentrate on making this elixir of immortality. Use as many Golden Apples as you have, don't worry about the consumption!"

"This is just a half-finished product, what do you need so many for?" the Medical God queried.

"Just do it! Do you want to go on the expedition or not?"

"Alright, alright, you're the commander; what you say goes," the Medical God waved his hand, reluctantly shelving his scientific rigor and perfectionism under the pressure of the authority before him.

And to ensure that the Medical God took this task seriously, Luo En did not forget to emphasize repeatedly before leaving, "Hurry up! Once it's done, bring everything directly to my tent!"

With no choice but to assent, the Medical God could only promise repeatedly and, after watching Luo En walk away, immediately got to work on the potions.

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At this moment, Luo En, who had stepped outside the infirmary, crossed off the name of the Medical God Asclepius from the parchment scroll and looked towards the edge of the square at a certain Centaur resting in the shade of a tree.

"Teacher Chiron, do you also want to get involved in this?" Luo En approached and asked helplessly.

Chiron closed his book and nodded with a smile.

"Yes, as a teacher, I should be with my students."

"What about him?" Luo En pointed to a new student on the grass, topped with blond hair, fervently waving a dagger, and asked irritably.

"I'm definitely going too!" Jason hastily dropped his Bronze Short Sword and raised his hand, answering eagerly, fearful that the Inspection Leader of the Alliance might forget him.

His exaggerated expression and rich body language were like that of a clown on a theater stage.

Luo En eyed the Jason before him, who seemed a bit out of breath after just a few swings of the sword, and frowned.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"Kidding me? I'm super afraid!" Jason's head shook like a rattle, his green eyes filled with fear.

Seeing this, Luo En's frown deepened, and he warned earnestly,

"Then why take the risk? This expedition is fraught with immense danger. With your level of strength, you could very likely become one of the first to be sacrificed."

"I know, but even so, I want to join!"

"Why?"

"Because there are some things in this world that are more important than death."

Jason replied firmly, his eyes flickering with excitement, hands and feet animatedly expressing his heightened emotions.

"We're raiding the Titan Temple! This is a heroic expedition without any precedent! The strongest Demigod Hercules, Sage Chiron from the Academy of Athens, the twin brothers from Sparta proficient in swordsmanship and combat... all these renowned Divine Blood Heroes of Greece are in the team, if I can get selected, doesn't it mean that I too am a great hero just like them! Even if I die along the way and descend to the Netherworld, I would have stories to boast about!"

Saying this, the frivolous young man cleared his throat, stood tall, and struck a solemn pose, lifting his arms in a shout voicing his aspirations.

"The Expeditionary Army is the greatest team! And Jason will become the best hero!"

A mere mortal, an obscure offspring of the Divine Blood stood before two Deities, sharing his insignificant ambitions.

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