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The doctor said. "All that technology, education and medicine and I...still have to call an healer." He said it, almost meditatively. "What are millions going into all that doing?" The doctor looked flustered. "I can only do things according to medicine. The healers, they are gifts from the moon goddess herself. They have powers we don't have. Spiritual powers." Xandros cleaned his ears boringly, his eyes swiftly turning golden. "Should I kick you out or you'll leave yourself?"

"I tried to reverse the curse but it wouldn't wield and never failed to pass onto the next heir. And when I realised the effort was useless, I took on a different approach and granted each offspring born with the curse my powers and hid them away from other gods in precaution. But over the years, the blood was diluted and the effect of my powers dulled, as you can see." "And it seems things tend to repeat itself." "Is this why I am good with medicine?" I ask immediately. "Yes, among many other things, I am also the god of medicine and long ago your predecessors could heal with just a touch and now it is limited with the knowledge of medicines." And as the bigg

“This person...” Marcellus’ expression instantly became solemn at the mention of that person. His voice held a touch of reverence. “His medical arts have reached the realm of the mystics, and it’s said he has mastered the secrets of life and death. He’s known as ‘Florence’s God of Medicine!” The God of Medicine! That title was indeed quite prestigious.

Bhakti says, practically bouncing in her seat. Pop squints. “Who’s Chiron? That important?” Lily gives him the are you serious look. “He’s the father of modern medicine. Meds, surgery, treatment protocols—all rooted in stuff Chiron created or inspired. He’s a legend.” Ma just shrugs and smirks. “He’s kind of a big deal.” Pop grins and pokes her side. “Thanks for the update, Angel.” I chuckle and look back at the center arena. “Shit, I didn’t know there were this many healing gods. I count like fifty just down there.”

Darryl's heart was filled with a ferocious rage. What a cruel man! How could he attack the innocent? Darryl yelled angrily to Divine Farmer, "Sir, can we still save Mr. Shurtz and the others?" If it had been someone else, he would have given up. However, Divine Farmer was different. He was known as the God of medicine in the Nine Mainland. Alas! In the face of Darryl's eager gaze, Divine Farmer came to his senses and sighed heavily. The next thing he knew, he looked at Mr. Shurtz and said, "His entire skull has been shattered. He is beyond saving, and the others' meridians have also been damaged, so there is no way to save them, too."

He was curious why they were so respectful towards him alone. After hearing the young man's words, the old man in front turned back and glared at him. "This is the leader of the traditional medicine world. In the future, he will be regarded as a saint in medicine. In fact, he is already a saint in medicine." The old man said softly. Hearing that, the young man widened his eyes in disbelief. These years, the medical world was at its peak. Miracle-working doctors and famous doctors had sprung up like mushrooms, but no one could enjoy such a high reputation.

Jenny couldn't help but complain, “Ever since you got into the FDA, your character has become more and more extreme and harsh. Modern medicine is not the only thing that works in this world, so why do you have to criticize all other medical treatments?!” Smith said very seriously, “I am not criticizing other medical treatments, but any treatment must withstand the perfect test! This is the principle of science!” Jenny asked him rhetorically, “Then, do you believe in God?” “I...” Smith was speechless for a moment. In the United States, if a person were to openly say that he did not believe in God, he would certainly be rejected by the whole society.

Seeing that he did everything very well, she couldn't help but suspect that his status in heaven seemed to be not very high, perhaps just a small deity doing the job of sweeping the heavens. Perhaps his status in heaven is not much different from hers, always being bullied by people. Days like these are so beautiful that they don't seem real. Every morning she wakes up to find that León de Fuego, the God of Fire, has done all she needs to do. The job of choosing medicine, alone can do it neatly and cleanly. And what she needs to do is carry a chair next to her, hold a book on medicine, and sneak a glance at León de Fuego's face at the angle of the Fire God, although he is concentrating on wo

Mars held a prominent position at Varrick Pharmaceuticals and possessed a deep understanding of medicine. When he observed the changes in his palm, he immediately recognized it as a medicinal substance capable of halting bleeding and sharing properties with a commercial product. This product was manufactured by his own company, which had reaped substantial profits from it. This familiarity lent him confidence in identifying it. "What is this powerful medicine?" Mars exclaimed, his astonishment evident as he examined his own palm. "I'd be happy to explain. This is a unique ointment I developed for stopping bleeding. I call it Gods' Panacea. It aids in both staunching bleeding and expediting w

“I-I’m getting old. My memory isn’t very good. Maybe I got it wrong… I had some tea in the afternoon, and my head still feels foggy. I can’t remember…” “Can’t remember?” the hospital director repeated sharply. “You’ve practiced medicine for over forty years, and your reviews have always been meticulous. So why is it that today, suddenly, you can’t remember? Or has someone forced you to give false testimony?”