Chapter 74: The Medicine That Restores Lost Limbs

Fafnir looked at Griselda, who was still pinching his waist between her fingers, then raised an eyebrow as though he had not been caught red-handed. Despite her unmistakable glare, he quickly turned his attention toward the dissection table, pretending to be deeply interested in what Sonora was doing.

He approached the table calmly, then said in a curious tone, attempting to change the subject:

“What are you doing to this wolf, you old hag?”

Sonora slowly raised her head and gave him a sharp look. It was obvious from her eyes that she had not yet forgotten the slap he had given her that morning.

“First of all, don’t call me ‘old hag.’ Secondly, if you had arrived a few minutes earlier, you would have found out for yourself.”

Fafnir gave her an irritating smile.

“You’re still angry over one little slap?”

“Little?!”

Sonora instinctively placed a hand on her buttocks and glared at him indignantly.

“You didn’t just use your hand. You used the full force of your body!”

Griselda laughed from behind them and said:

“Enough, you two. It hasn’t even been long since you woke up, and yet you’ve already returned to your old arguments.”

Sonora sighed, then refocused her attention on the werewolf before her.

“Anyway, I’m going to cut off one of its limbs, then use a medicine I’ve been working on for a long time. I want to test its ability to regenerate the severed limb.”

Fafnir paused for a moment and looked at the werewolf, then at the instruments surrounding it.

“A medicine for regenerating limbs?”

“Yes.”

Fafnir stepped closer and studied the werewolf with a serious gaze.

“But aren’t immortals capable of regenerating their limbs on their own?”

Sonora answered without hesitation:

“Of course. For an immortal, losing an arm or a leg is not a permanent injury. Unless the injury is connected to some special power that prevents regeneration, their body can restore the lost limb over time.”

Fafnir gestured toward the werewolf.

“Then if your medicine succeeds, it won’t have much use among immortals.”

Sonora gave a small smile.

“And that is precisely where its importance lies. I’m not looking for a medicine for immortals.”

Fafnir’s expression changed slightly.

“For mortals.”

“Exactly.”

Fafnir fell silent for several moments, then folded his arms across his chest and began to think.

Sonora watched him quietly. She knew that Fafnir did not look at things in the ordinary way. He possessed a strange ability to see the enormous potential hidden within seemingly insignificant things.

Fafnir finally said:

“Immortals don’t need this medicine, but mortal beings certainly will.”

“Go on.”

“Wars alone are enough to make this medicine immensely valuable. How many soldiers lose an arm or a leg? And how many civilians suffer permanent injuries?”

Silence settled over them for a moment.

Then Fafnir continued:

“And it isn’t limited to wars. Accidents, monsters, disasters, and even certain illnesses and injuries... there are countless human beings whose lives this medicine could change.”

Sonora’s eyes widened slightly.

She had thought about the medical aspect of her invention, but she had not considered the matter from such a broader perspective.

She said slowly:

“A medicine that can restore a human being’s lost limb…”

“It wouldn’t merely be a medicine,” Fafnir replied.

“It would be the beginning of a new era in human medicine.”

Griselda looked at Fafnir with a calm smile. She knew him well; whenever he spoke this way, it meant his mind had already begun envisioning an entire future around the idea.

Fafnir continued:

“Imagine a soldier who lost his arm in war and then gets it back. Imagine a worker who lost his leg in an accident and can walk again. Imagine thousands of families who would no longer have to watch their loved ones live the rest of their lives with permanent disabilities.”

Then he turned toward Sonora and said:

“You old hag, if your medicine truly succeeds in restoring a severed limb on a mortal, then this Great One is willing to fund your project so that the medicine can be produced on a large scale.”

Silence fell.

Sonora did not answer immediately.

She began thinking deeply.

Her pride told her to refuse. She was Sonora, the Saint of Medicine, an immortal who had lived for thousands of years, and she did not like feeling indebted to anyone.

But her mind was more practical.

Such a project would require laboratories, rare materials, researchers, factories, transportation, protection, and extensive experimentation.

Even though her power was immense, a single person could not establish a system on such a scale.

But Fafnir…

Behind him stood all of humanity.

And he possessed the resources, power, and influence capable of transforming her invention from an experiment in an isolated laboratory into a treatment that could reach millions of human beings.

Sonora clenched her teeth slightly and said:

“This is a promise, Fafnir.”

Fafnir smiled.

“A promise.”

She added while pointing a finger at him:

“Once the medicine succeeds completely, you will fund my project as you promised.”

“I will not go back on my word.”

“Even if it costs you an enormous fortune?”

Fafnir laughed.

“What use is humanity’s wealth if it cannot be used to change the lives of human beings?”

Sonora fell silent.

For the first time in a very long while, she could not find an insult suitable enough to throw back at him.

Then Fafnir said:

“Very well. Let’s see now whether your medicine is truly worth all this talk.”

Sonora nodded.

“Watch closely.”

She grasped her scalpel and approached the werewolf.

With one precise and swift movement, she severed its arm.

There was no hesitation in her movement. Her hand remained perfectly steady, and her eyes were completely focused on the wound, as though the entire world around her had disappeared.

She raised her other hand, and a transparent bottle the size of a fist appeared in the air.

Inside was a crimson liquid resembling blood, though it emitted a strange, faint glow.

Fafnir stared at it.

“This is the medicine?”

“The final formula.”

“And why is it that color?”

“Because its composition relies on a mixture of rare biological materials and special energies. But the color doesn’t matter to me. The result is what matters.”

Sonora carefully opened the bottle, brought it close to the werewolf’s mouth, and poured the liquid into it.

She then set the bottle aside and began to wait.

Several seconds passed.

Nothing happened.

Another minute passed.

The wound remained exactly as it was.

Sonora’s expression gradually began to change.

The confidence disappeared from her face, replaced by concern.

“No…”

She moved closer to the werewolf.

“Come on… show me some kind of response.”

Fafnir watched silently.

Then, suddenly, his eyes changed.

He sensed an enormous energy gathering inside the werewolf’s body.

The energy flowed through its vessels and tissues before concentrating clearly at the site of the severed limb.

Fafnir said calmly:

“It has begun.”

Sonora turned toward him quickly.

“What?”

“The medicine has begun to work.”

She rushed toward the werewolf and placed her hand above the wound without touching it.

At that very moment, the flesh began to move.

The tissues around the wound contracted, and then the cells began multiplying at an astonishing rate.

At first, a small mass of flesh appeared.

Then bones began forming within it.

Sonora watched the scene, her eyes widening little by little.

“The bones…”

The skeletal structure of the new limb began taking shape before their eyes.

“They’re forming in the correct order…”

Muscle tissue followed the bones, then blood vessels, and then nerves.

The werewolf’s body was rebuilding its lost arm piece by piece.

As for Fafnir, he watched the process with sharp eyes, sensing the flow of energy throughout the body.

He said:

“The medicine isn’t merely forcing the cells to grow. It is directing the entire regeneration process.”

Sonora looked at him in astonishment.

“You realized that simply by sensing the energy?”

He smiled.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve seen something like this.”

After that, muscles began forming around the bones. They were then covered by a layer of flesh, and finally, a layer of skin spread across the newly formed limb.

Two full minutes passed.

Then…

The arm was complete.

It was perfectly healthy.

There was no trace of the severing.

No scar.

No deformity.

As though the arm had never been lost at all.

Sonora stared at it for several seconds in disbelief.

Then she shouted with overwhelming excitement:

“Yes!! It worked!”

Her joy was genuine and rare. Even Fafnir smiled, realizing at that moment that this invention could be far more important than he had initially expected.

He said:

“Congratulations, Saint of Medicine.”

Sonora looked at him, then said with a proud smile:

“Looks like you’re going to be spending a lot of money, Fafnir.”

He laughed.

“If the medicine is this effective, I’ll gladly pay.”

But before Sonora could reply, something else happened.

Griselda suddenly staggered.

She placed a hand against her temple.

“Ah…”

Fafnir immediately turned toward her.

“Griselda?”

She tried to steady herself, but her legs suddenly lost their balance.

Then her body fell forward.

Fafnir’s eyes widened.

At the same instant, he rushed toward her.

Before she could touch the floor, he caught her in his arms and lifted her with ease.

“My dear! What happened to you?”

He looked at her face with intense concern as Griselda tried to open her eyes. Signs of dizziness and exhaustion were clearly visible upon her features.

As for Sonora, the smile vanished from her face in an instant.

She quickly turned toward them.

“Gris…?”

Then she approached them, her eyes immediately fixed upon Griselda.

For the first time since the beginning of the experiment, her attention was no longer focused on the medicine.

Something more important was happening now.