Inside the tent, outside the tent. There were notaries counting two people, low-ranking priests, knight attendants, noble children who came with Hilde to watch, a steady stream of soldiers carrying wounded soldiers, the wounded who had just been healed by Hilde...
One by one, they were stunned.
Hilde actually gave in?
The beloved direct disciple of Archpriest Wilbur, the beloved grandson of Earl Newman, and a rookie priest of noble birth, actually gave up to a country boy?
Gretel was not surprised at all. After treating a patient on his hand, he bent down to wash his hands again. At the same time, he raised his head and smiled:
"You didn't lose. - The wounded you treated have all recovered and can return to the battlefield at any time. However, the ones I treated can only be said to be hanging on their lives. They have to wait for further treatment by other priests, or they can slowly survive on their own.
Only in the past can you recover. In this regard, you actually win."
After Grete said these words, the priests and aristocratic disciples who followed Hilde all relaxed their facial lines and smiled softly. That's it, no one was cured, how can we count the number of cured people? That's it.
The country boy still has some self-awareness, so he should admit defeat!
They were satisfied. Priest Hilde himself was not satisfied. He took another step forward and said in a serious voice:
"But you saved more lives! - If you follow what you said, many people can survive slowly. I can only save ten people a day, but you can save 30! Your healing skills are indeed better than mine.
, can you teach me?”
Another one was fooled! Gretel almost praised himself. In the face of a war, soldiers generally did not receive magical treatment, so he led his people to save one after another. He greeted him enthusiastically:
"It's not about teaching or not. We work together to save people. I still have a lot to learn from you!"
"Then it's settled!" Priest Hilde walked quickly to Grete. He leaned over to look at the patient who had just been carried over. He reflexively wanted to release the healing spell. When he raised his hand, he found that the magic spell had been exhausted.
Hahahaha:
"There are no more spells today...how else can I help?"
"Help me make notes!" Grete breathed a sigh of relief. He pointed to the shelf next to him, where the two stacks of manuscript papers he had brought over in the morning were all piled up:
"I said, remember!"
Emma, you have caught someone writing medical records! The priests you are familiar with are either unavailable or too lazy to help, and none of the soldiers who help carry people can read!
Priest Hilde just dived into the pile of medical records. He was busy until the sun went down. He watched Gretel cut, sewed, and pulled, and hung up the lives of more than ten seriously injured people in a row.
, he was also very impressed. Early the next morning, he hurriedly took a few bites of food, packed a box of healing potions and psychoactive potions, and rushed to Gretel happily.
"Gretel! I'm coming! Uh... what is this?"
A rough short-sleeved top was thrown towards me. Gretel's voice was calm:
"Go change clothes and wash your hands."
"I want to wear it too?!"
Hilde was shocked. It was nothing to learn from the young man in front of him. His healing skills were indeed better than his own;
It’s nothing to treat those muddy legs. If you practice healing techniques, you may not necessarily treat healthy people by inscribing a few lines;
Even if I help take notes, my hand is almost broken and I don’t know what the use of writing is. It doesn’t matter. Whose apprentice doesn’t work for the teacher? He is considered to be of noble birth. He only needs to do some copying and writing in the temple.
Those who were from a different background were responsible for serving tea, making beds, and doing everything else.
But, change into such ugly clothes!
Hilde subconsciously took a step back. He lifted a handful of his forehead hair and raised his chin: "This detracts too much from my beauty! - Is there anyone prettier?"
never!
The head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the hair can not be messed up!
He is the most handsome young man in the county! He is the target of girls' eyes! He is the center of praises by minstrels! He is asked to wear such an ugly set of clothes, short sleeves, shorts, collar without lace, waist
No lines, busy day here?!
The female pastors who come to see him will be heartbroken!
"No. That's what the hand-washing clothes are." Grete replied dryly. "Please abide by the sterility rules in the operating room."
"……What it is?"
Gretel sighed.
He really wanted to say "get out" - in his previous life in the hospital, interns who dared to enter the operating room without changing their clothes had been exterminated by the hospital. From the time he entered the freshman year to the beginning of his internship, if he didn't even have the basics of aseptic operation,
If you haven't learned it, you are not worthy of entering the hospital.
Even in this life, in the hospital where he managed to save money, the few priests who came to study were yelled at by him. They would never enter the operating room without changing their hand clothes and completing the seven-step hand washing method.
But this person in front of me...
Forget it, call it abuse without teaching. He leaned over and rummaged through the box and pulled out a stack of white paper filled with words:
"The wounded haven't been sent down yet. I'll give you time to read it. If you don't understand, you can ask me. Once you've asked me, I'll either comply or please leave."
A thick stack of paper fell into his hand. Priest Hilde lowered his head and saw that on the first page, there were only two lines of words written in the title:
"On the sterilization effects of various basic magics and magical arts, the comparison with high-temperature and high-pressure sterilization, and the necessity of the principle of asepsis in operating rooms in different scenarios"
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I feel like I recognize every word, but when put together I have no idea what it means...
Priest Hilde gritted his teeth and tried to read on.
The format of the paper is familiar. Speaking of which, although the relationship between the Temple of the Spring Goddess and the Magic Council is not close, if you ask the local Mage Tower to order journals, the Mage Tower will not refuse. There are often some strange things in the journals of the Magic Council.
I think it can sometimes promote magical arts, but any priest who is pursuing it will always take the time to read it.
But, what does this paper mean...
Priest Hilde read the abstract, keywords and author line by line. The abstract was completely unclear, and the key words... magic, magic, and unknown words were put together, which only made people think that the author was extremely imaginative.
As for the author, Gretel Nordmark is followed by the Church of the God of Nature, the Mage Tower and the Hospital. What does this mean?!
He entered the main text, and the more he read, the more dizzy he became. The first section was full of pictures and text, telling about a thing called "bacteria". He was confused and only knew that this kind of thing could cause disease;
The second section talks about how to see bacteria. He can see it inexplicably. He only knows that he can see this thing by using something called a "microscope" and a method called "bacterial culture";
In the third section, he understood the paper, which compared distilled water, instruments cleaned by magic, water created by water creation, water purified by the "clean diet" magic, and the water element pool in the wizard's tower.
Directly delivered water, as well as high-temperature and high-pressure sterilized equipment...
"Why not compare healing potions?"
Hilde blurted out. Gretel was busy arranging the equipment without looking back:
"can not afford."
Poor!
Not that cool!
I also want to study the healing potion, but I can’t afford it! A bottle of potion to treat minor injuries costs 50 gold coins. I did a comparative experiment and started with 4 bottles. I only have a lot of cash in this hospital!
Well, this Priest Hilde is a prodigy. Do you want to find a way to get some from him?