Chapter 127: Do You Want to Find Out?

"It's been three days," shopkeeper Isaac Biddle said, his face full of worry. "I don't know why, those werewolves only attack our people."

"Sometimes they ambush them when they are off work, or on the way to work in the morning. They seem to be targeting us."

"Five shop assistants have already been bitten. Since they were bitten when they were not full moon, the healers at St. Mungo's said they shouldn't become werewolves, but they might get some bad habits like eating raw meat..."

"Everyone is very scared. Five shop assistants asked for leave yesterday, seven today. Maybe no one will come to work tomorrow..." Isaac said.

Murphy frowned. Werewolves only biting his own people?

He had already smelled the scent of a conspiracy.

Although after the assembly line mode, the production efficiency of potions increased greatly, and he had accumulated a lot of inventory, stopping work for two or three days didn't matter, but this couldn't go on like this.

"Take me to see those bitten shop assistants first."

The two came to St. Mungo's.

Second floor, Creature-Induced Injuries Department.

In a ward, Murphy saw his shop assistants.

None of their injuries were life-threatening. Two of them were bitten on the arms, basically no major problems. A witch was bitten on the shoulder, and the other two, one was missing half an ear, and the other had his face and neck bitten twice, and was disfigured. These were the most seriously injured.

"I used silver powder and dittany to stop the bleeding for them, but most people will leave scars, and we don't have any good way to deal with this." Healer Hippocrates Smethwyck said to Murphy.

"The only thing to be thankful for is that they were all bitten by humanoid werewolves when it was not a full moon. According to our experience, they basically won't contract the terrible werewolf mania disease, that is, they won't become real werewolves, at most they will possess some werewolf habits."

The situation was of course not as easy as he said.

Many wizards don't treat werewolves as humans at all. Just being bitten by a werewolf might suffer some discrimination and ridicule.

The shop assistants all looked very depressed.

A middle-aged woman accompanying the shop assistant who was bitten on the face and neck seemed to be his mother. She begged Hippocrates for a long time, thinking that such scars might cause great trouble for her son's future employment and marriage problems.

"Sorry, ma'am, I understand your mood, but werewolf bites are a magical injury, and we don't have a method to treat them..."

Murphy listened for a while on the side and suddenly asked: "What is the reason why magical injuries cannot be thoroughly cured?"

"This... of course it's because evil magic still remains on the wound..."

"Don't spells like Finite Incantatem have any effect on this?"

"Of course!" Hippocrates looked a bit angry. "If it were useful, we would have cured them all long ago!"

"Then... what if the tissue possibly contaminated with magic at the wound is excised? Wouldn't it be no different from an ordinary wound?"

"What?" Hippocrates paused. "How could the wound be expanded? Sir, may I ask who you are? Are you questioning my treatment method?"

"No, of course not, I'm just making a suggestion..."

"Put your suggestion in your stomach! Sir! This is St. Mungo's! And I am the healer here! You are not! I know more about various diseases than you!"

Murphy frowned. Since that's the case, what are you in a hurry for?

How come you are even more irritable than me?

"Chief Healer, I, I think this gentleman's suggestion might be worth a try..." At this time, a young witch wearing a dark green healer's robe with the word "Intern" pasted on her chest opened her mouth cautiously.

"I read in a book that Mangge Bohan once used a similar method to treat a patient bitten by a chimera..."

"Shut up! Elodie!" Hippocrates was furious. "You haven't obtained formal qualifications yet! For treatment, there is still a lot you need to learn!"

The latter was scared pale and didn't dare to say another word.

Murphy looked at the young witch. "Miss Elodie, what do you think is the reason why magical wounds are difficult to heal?"

"This..." she looked at Hippocrates and shook her head. "I don't know, sir, no one knows..."

Murphy nodded. "Then do you want to find out?"

"What?"

"My shop assistants were bitten, and as their boss, I have an obligation to protect my shop assistants and keep them physically and mentally healthy. Therefore, I cannot ignore this. I need someone to treat them."

"I want to invite you to study the reasons why these wounds are difficult to heal, and then, cure them."

"But, but, no one knows these reasons, sir, I might not be able to help..."

"Does anyone know the effect of dittany at the beginning? Is Skele-Gro produced out of thin air? Miss Elodie, any treatment method for any disease requires someone to study it diligently before it is possible to find it."

"We don't know these reasons now, it doesn't matter, we can study, but if we turn a blind eye to a disease and take 'we are powerless' for granted, then there is never a chance to defeat it. Miss Elodie, what do you think?"

"What are you doing! Sir! You want to poach my intern?" Hippocrates was shocked and angry. "Too ridiculous! This is the best magic hospital! She can only learn the best healing arts here!"

"Even if you can't even cure a werewolf bite?"

"No one can cure it!"

"Then what difference does it make where she is?"

"..."

"Miss Elodie, what do you think?"

"I, I'm just an intern, sir, I'm still very immature..." The young witch was a bit nervous. She hadn't encountered this kind of thing yet. "I might not be able to help."

"Oh, at least, you have the courage to try, don't you?"

Murphy didn't care. He had been to St. Mungo's several times and didn't have much hope for the level of healers here. Most of them were not even as good as the school nurse, Madam Pomfrey.

In contrast, the spirit of exploration was even more important.

"How much does St. Mungo's pay you, miss? I will give you double, and we have many smart people who will help you to realize your ideas."

"But, but..."

Murphy stretched out a hand. "Miss Elodie, are you willing to learn to get used to saying 'we are powerless' here, or come with me and try to do something about it?"

The young witch looked at the slender hand stretched out, then looked at the eyes that were staring at her without the slightest hesitation, her heart jumped wildly for no reason, and she stretched out her hand, letting the other party hold it.

Murphy smiled and pulled the other party to his side.

Then he said to Hippocrates: "Sorry, Healer, since St. Mungo's cannot treat my shop assistants, I will take them away."

"This is the only magic hospital in the UK! And the

"The only one? The best?" Murphy shook his head. "It won't be for long."

(End of chapter)