"Yeah, you're back, Mosh. Ooh, welcome to this, my comrade."
"Hi, Meem. I brought you here because your partner's painter was wandering around the castle. [M] Don't miss the next one."
"Oh, I'm sorry about this. Actually, I've been working a little bit on it. I was just focusing on you, too. Apparently he ran away in the meantime."
"Be careful. Even if you have a very strong passion for the development of medicine, it's because the paintings were not seen in a bad way. [M] No such good partner, Meem."
"I know, comrade Ars. Now, Mosh, let's draw the area here. Get started right away."
"Hyiiiiiiiiiiing. Why are you so calm? Ugh, I'll do it. You can draw it."
I brought Mosh, a painter from Barca Castle, to a place called the Research Building.
They're building a research building in the Southeast Ward, inside the outer walls of Vulcania, where they're working.
Together with churches, orphanages, and schools, I intend to set up a university institution in the Southeast Ward, starting with a research building.
And when I entered the research building, the painter's partner welcomed me.
The person's name is Meem.
Whatever you're hiding, I decided to start my medical research because of this meme.
Meem is from a territory other than Fontana territory.
But I didn't come here because I wanted to leave the land where I was born and raised.
I had to do something about it.
The reason for this is the case of bodily injury caused by memes.
Meem used to make a living as a doctor on the land he used to live in.
In this area, church bishops and others can use healing magic.
But not everyone can easily use the restoration magic of the church.
It costs a lot of money to treat.
This does not seem to mean that the church is obsessed with profiteering, because if we don't set a certain amount and keep it, we'll have to kill it.
No matter how much magic the bishop has, he can't keep using healing magic indefinitely.
A bishop with a large area can't finish the day just by casting healing magic.
It was an amount set to prevent it.
So there are people who treat people like memes as doctors.
However, unlike the Church's healing magic, each treatment comes from its own experience and each of them is in daily contact with a therapeutic act, so there is a mismatch by the doctor.
It seems that Meem was one of the most popular doctors of all.
But Meem, who was treating patients every day, was troubled.
Is the treatment I am doing really right or is there a better way?
In the first place, how does the human body live and how does the wound heal?
There was no time to question the wonders of the human body.
So, finally, one day, an incident happened.
Meem was seen mutilating the body of the deceased in the hospital.
Although popular until then, the blasphemy of the dead was unacceptable.
Soon the rumor spread, and the reputation just got worse, reaching the lord's ears.
If the powerful look at you, you can't even live like that.
Meem had no choice but to fold the hospital and leave the area.
But Meem didn't think he was bad about his behavior.
The meme herself said that, regardless of what she thought, the lump on the patient's abdomen was the cause of death, and she needed to confirm it.
But there was no such thing as "I see, that's right."
Therefore, they were wandering around as they swayed through a number of territories.
"No, but this is a good place, my comrade. Someone like you who understands medicine can be equipped and even autopsied like this. It could be called heaven."
"... hell no matter what you think, this place is..."
"Mosh, did you say something?
"No, nothing. So, Mr. Meem, can I draw a picture here?
"Oh, yeah. Thank you very much."
Meem, who was scattered all over the place, came here because he heard about Kyle's magic.
With the magic of Quick Read , I thought I might be able to read more medical books and learn more quickly.
That's where you met me.
When I asked for a self-promotion, I started talking about myself for a long time, but people other than me were pulling the trigger.
But I don't know what Meem's talking about.
I heard that it was not even anatomical, and it was clear that there was no decent medicine in the world.
So, when I was properly matched with "I know, I need an autopsy," Meem was impressed and started calling me a comrade.
I don't care what the name is, but it's only a shame Kyle looked at me like a freak.
"So, is anatomical mapping actually progressing, meme?
"Ah, well done, my comrade. So, what are you going to do next after you've done most of the autopsy?
"For now, I'm letting craftsmen do a microscope. If we could get an optical microscope with a lens, we could go one step further."
"Optical microscope? What is that, comrade?"
"Simply put, a tool that can be seen by enlarging small things that are invisible to the naked eye. Well, I don't know how to make it, so I don't know if it's going to be finished."
"I see. Maybe it's eastern technology. I look forward to it being completed."
"Don't expect too much, Meem. Until you can do a microscope, let's do a clinical trial. Whether each of the therapies that are actually being performed by doctors are truly therapeutic. Experiment with it and put it on the data."
"Oh, the one my comrade used to say. All right. I'm interested in what the consequences will be. Let's try it."
Say hello, Meem.
"Leave it to me. Let's get to the bottom of the doctors together, my comrade."
Meem the doctor holding my hand and talking with excitement.
Indeed, as Meem says, autopsy is necessary for the development of medicine.
But there's a danger.
You can do whatever you want for medicine, so the painter can be stopped. [M]
I think these two should continue to use it as a set.
So I decided to entrust Barca's medicine to these two opponents.