Chapter 125 Healing Competition! Several times the gap! (Chapter 2 on the shelves)
"Each person has a tent. If there is not enough space, we can use open space."
"Each person has an assistant, and the level should not exceed himself."
"There is no limit to the number of soldiers who can help carry the wounded."
Priest Hilde stood in the open space next to the treatment area, a little confused. How did things come to this point? Why did he agree to... compete with that Gretel for treatment?
Oh, he didn't just agree, he actively requested the competition...
It seems like yesterday, when we were talking, Grete said, "What I do is helpful to improve my healing skills, so my healing skills are very good..." It seemed that there was also a hint of "better than you", and next to it was a hint of "better than you".
There are also people who are fanning the flames. And then somehow they get involved and ask for a comparison?
The people of the Church of Nature are all treacherous! Even the first-level priests are too!
By the way...why hasn't Gretel come yet...the sun is already high!
After all, Priest Hilde was the proud disciple of the chief priest of the Spring Temple in the county. Although he was unhappy, he was still calm. However, his classmates and friends who came with him to watch the fun, as well as the priests of Heartland City, were
Some people couldn't hold it back and started chattering.
"Why aren't you here yet?"
"Are you afraid to compete anymore?"
"People from small places are..."
"Shh!"
"You don't want to step on your senior brother to climb up, but think about it later and regret it?"
"Definitely! - Senior Brother Hilde is so strong and is the direct disciple of the teacher, how can he be compared to him!"
Hilde coughed hard several times, stopped the group's random discussion with her eyes, and waited patiently. The sun rose a little higher, and faintly heard shouts of death in the distance, and Gretel hurried over.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm late." He was holding a stack of notebooks, sweating profusely from running, and had no words to apologize as soon as he came over. Little John, the priest's apprentice behind him, followed suit, and he also held a stack of notebooks, stacked one on top of the other.
Stuffing it into the cabinet. The breeze lifted the paper, and Priest Hilde took a curious look:
"Sandy, male, 25 years old, level 3 warrior. His left upper arm was severed, and he was suspected to have lost 500ml of blood. He underwent supracondylar humeral amputation... His fever reached 39 after surgery..."
what?
I feel like I can’t understand most of it…
Taking another closer look, Gretel's eyes were red and bloodshot. Hilde immediately darkened his face, pointed at the pile of books, and said reprimandingly:
"Is this all you want to do? Didn't you sleep well last night? - If the magic has not been restored, there will be no need to compete today!"
"I'm definitely ready to sleep!" Gretel quickly replied. He also wanted to go to bed early... But can the medical records be omitted? Can the ward rounds be omitted? Can the medicine not be changed?!
Even if there is no medical department that randomly checks medical records and deducts money if they are not qualified, that is not a reason not to write. It is impossible not to write, and it will be impossible in this life. Only when there are cases can there be summary analysis, and only when there is summary analysis -
paper……
As for ward rounds and dressing changes, even if you don’t get up in the middle of the night to do rounds, do a late round or an early round plus dressing change, it definitely cannot be omitted!
It's a pity that he treated so many people yesterday. He took Little John and the others with him in the evening to fill in a lot of medical records. He had to get up early in the morning and be busy with ward rounds. If it weren't for the fact that after meditation, his mental power had completely recovered, he would probably be...
I really want to rush into the street.
Of course... it is impossible to ask for leave. In emergency surgery, as long as the patient is not too sick to get up and is dripping with water, he has to operate on the patient...
Priest Hilde looked at him doubtfully. Gretel sweated silently and tried to change the subject:
"Let's get started! The wounded are coming soon. Have you brought enough? Do you want to take a look at the supplies I have prepared and give you a share if necessary?"
"No need!" Priest Hilde's face softened a little, thinking that the other party's suggestion was considered thoughtful. However, it was really unnecessary to share a share - as the host, with the support of the Spring Goddess Temple and the chief priest teacher, he
What supplies can’t be obtained?
If he hadn't agreed in advance and relied solely on his own magic, his medicine box would be filled with various healing potions, detoxification potions and energy potions, and he would have won this game!
"The wounded soldiers are here! Start!"
With an order, the flow of people transporting the wounded separated at the entrance of the camp, one on the left and one on the right, and sent the wounded to the two-person tent respectively. Priest Hilde murmured a prayer, and gentle white light and light blue water light fell one after another, and the injured
The patient was healed immediately. At the entrance of the tent, the notary invited from the Temple of the God of War counted loudly:
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
"The fourth one!"
There was no sound from Grete's side. Only the wounded soldiers were seen going in horizontally, but the healed soldiers were not seen coming out vertically. In the tent with the curtain hanging low, only whispering orders could be heard:
"Hook."
"lift it up."
"Hold it and stretch it to both sides."
"Saline solution."
The notary on Gretel's side walked from the left to the right of the tent, and from the right to the left, without even counting the number "1".
It was so boring that no one at the scene encouraged Gretel. The onlookers brought by the priest Hilde and the priests from the Heartland City Spring Water Temple all gathered around Hilde and exclaimed:
"This treatment is so beautiful."
"I thought it couldn't be cured... but it came back!"
"As expected of Senior Brother Hilde... His control over the blood flow is too strong, I can't do it..."
"The speed of casting spells is 20% faster than mine!"
Hilde himself was quite proud of himself. He held the staff in his hand and kept praying. There were beads of sweat on his forehead and he didn't even bother to wipe them away, which made the two junior sisters who were following him feel very distressed.
However, the second-level priest can only heal minor injuries at most, and the spell slots per day are also quite limited. When the seventh wounded soldier was brought in, Priest Hilde encountered a problem:
Why hasn't it been cured yet? Throw another one to treat minor injuries, but still no response? Oh no, there's only one left!
"Priest Hilde, are you still treating me?" the notary asked in a low voice. Hilde gritted his teeth and said:
"rule!"
The last light rain fell. There was a feeling of overdraft in his mind. Priest Hilde closed his eyes and took a breath. The notary at the door of the tent next door finally shouted:
"3!"
"Don't send the wounded soldiers yet... I've finished treating minor injuries..." Priest Hilde waved his hand gently, found a chair and sat down to rest. After a while, the time came to a crawl, and just as he was about to send someone to send the wounded soldiers, another count came from the other side.
road:
"4!"
Only the fourth! I'm still three ahead of him! Priest Hilde struggled and treated two more wounded soldiers. His healing skills were completely exhausted. He slumped motionless in his seat, watching the red sun gradually move to the center.
Oh my God, I heard the notary opposite reporting the numbers:
"9!"
He's on the same level as me...can he still be cured...I can't!
"10!"
He actually has magical powers? This is wrong! He is a first-level priest, so he should have less magical powers than me!
"...13!"
It's noon... How long can that guy last... At least come out for a bite to eat...
"18!"
More than twice as much as me! Priest Hilde gritted his teeth and stood up:
"Continue to send the wounded soldiers!"
"Hilde?"
"I can still cure it! Ointments and bandages can cure as much as you want!"
The notary dutifully continued counting. However, soon, he loudly announced a series of numbers:
"One person died!"
"2 people died!"
"Three people died..."
Do you want to continue... With such serious injuries, it seems that I can't save them without resorting to magic?
Hilde looked across the way. People were still being sent in at Grete's tent. Although two people had died so far, the frequency of deaths was much lower than here. Maybe... people should be sent in.
Go to the other side and give them a chance to survive?
Hilde stopped sadly. In front of the tent opposite, the notary reported the count again:
"25!"
Did you use an energy potion? You shouldn't. We agreed in advance not to use it... Ah, that little girl Lina slipped in and took a look. Her eyes were very sharp. If she couldn't grasp the handle, it should be gone...
The sun's shadow tilted another frame. The notary's shout sounded again:
"30!"
No... The gap is three times... Is the distance between me and him that big...
There were whispers all around. When the game just started, the words that praised him had long since disappeared, and the admiring eyes had become strange. Hilde gritted his teeth, strode out of the tent, and ran towards Gretel: