Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

Exactly this situation with the snort. I'll do it for profit.

Well, even though I'm the cause, it's the Empire that made the decision. So even if the soldiers cry like they're suffering, the guilt doesn't come up.

That said, I ask you to be sincere and treat me because it will be my experience.

"Don't make a scene! Gamble if you're a man!

I stick a cloth in the mouth of the man who lost his right arm, wrapping a wound in the junction and blocking the bleeding.

Inject a degraded version of Elk Sepul, Elk, with the syringe you bought at Kainer's Home and inject it into the blood vessels of the man's left arm.

This is the first time I have injected it. If it was a previous life, it would be unquestioned and gilty, but it would be completely unmistakable and safe in a world with no health care laws.

Although it is a degraded version, it is also available in advanced restorative medicines. The wound blocked and calmed her breathing and complexion.

"Won't you still play your arms?"

No limbs were regenerated either when experimented with another creature. Does dragon blood still matter?

"You have a hell of a lot of stuff."

And, a witch from the Great Library appeared in the front, observing a sleeping man. I was surrounded by witches. Scared!

"What is that?

"Do you know Elksepul?

"It would be God's blood and said God's medicine."

That's what they call it in the Empire. If things change, that's the one.

"Well, the degraded version of it, no, is it subordinate compatibility? I call it Elkruk."

I don't know if there's a word for lower compatibility, but it's more of a falling effect than elk sepul, so lower compatibility comes true in me.

"That's outrageous."

"Right. There is no such thing as a fuir rewallo where all the ingredients can be picked."

I don't know if they have all the shaking cages of life, but they have dragons, so Elk should be able to make them.

"Unfortunately, I told the Lord. Where can you learn to do that?"

"Some pharmacological madness teacher taught me,"

I can only thank the teacher.

... Ah, it is the South Amitabha Buddha to those who suffered by the teacher...

"The world is wide."

"Right. Interesting."

Answer that and move on to the next injured person. Witch, not a single line. Are you free?

"Oh, uh, what are you shooting in that arm?

One after the other, a witch with glasses asked questions.

It's called a syringe.

"Is that what you thought?

A different witch broke in. Is the witch highly curious?

"It's not what I thought. I hear it was invented by an old great doctor."

I told Texto. Thank you, inventor, from the other world.

"There is a great man in the world."

I'm sure the witches here are great too, but from what I feel, they're not extravagant. I guess knowledge knows that the backlog is important.

Poy the syringe used into the junction trash can. I stopped thinking about the next one.

... I only bought it a little because I thought I'd try it...

"Well, enough."

The usefulness of injecting restorative drugs from the blood vessels was known. It works better from the blood vessels than it does, and fantasy pills are fantastic.

"What's enough?

"Because I've found that it's better to flush it out of your veins than to take it."

It would be easier if this also helped with the illness, but when it does, the pharmacist is out of business. Let's increase the usefulness of the pharmacist to avoid that, yeah.

"Is that the end?

"Treatment with a syringe, right? And then I'll treat you with tablets."

Most of the recovery drugs in this world are liquid. So much so that some pharmacists occasionally turn it into powder. I haven't seen anyone trying to turn it into a tablet yet. The teacher was so surprised, and I guess no one has answered to make it into tablets yet.

So, I need to reagent it, not experiment it to know how it works. It's coming, isn't it?

I don't know what it is. Wisdom is what stands on sacrifice.

Throw the tablet into the soldier's mouth where you can see the built-in and pour it in with water.

See how it goes often.

"... you're still slow to work..."

The tablet took more than a minute for the liquid to work quickly.

The next time I let a soldier with a big slashed right leg take a tablet, this one took over a minute too.

One tablet after another, but it still takes more than a minute. And I feel weak. Because it's a tablet? Amount? That's something to consider.

"... no tablets...?

"It's not no good. It only works so slowly, the point is it seems to work. Solid drugs are effective if not small or urgent wounds. You can carry it with you. That's an advantage."

That's the big library witch. Highly understanding.

"Because the big library witch is also familiar with pharmacy?

"It is the Great Library of the Empire that presides over all knowledge. The chief is ignorant, and there's no indication."

That would be a move that can be formed because it's out of the public. Let's not say that. You don't always have the knowledge because you've lived long enough.

"Are those tablets and those still elk?

"Yes, I am."

"Homemade?

"It's homemade."

Don't think this witch would be better off nurturing communication before she accumulates knowledge. It's hard to understand.

I gave the tablet bottle to the big library witch.

"Use it if you're interested"

"Is that good?

"No pharmacist would be happy to see pharmacy advance. If you were there, the pharmacist would be top notch."

How nice of you to say it, but if you think about the hassle free time of development, you'd better throw it away and buy it. I don't need honor or profit.

… but I would appreciate the information obtained by making it a joint development….

"Okay. Let's make the best progress possible."

"I'm looking forward to it"

Come on, Don. Shall we earn some experience? There is no shortcut to improving technology.