He has seen medical troubles countless times, from those who quarreled unreasonably for four hours, to those who carried wreaths and burned paper money in the emergency room; from those who hit people with an IV stand, to those who directly drew a knife and stabbed people - oh, finally
Well, he had only seen the scene where the security guards had finished cleaning up.
However, I have never felt so close to death.
Blasphemy! Inquisition! The stake!
On the first day after time travel, I just escaped a crisis and am I going to be burned to death again?
Gretel was covered in cold sweat and wanted to run away on the spot. However, looking at the cold sword tip in the Roman knight's hand and Captain Cullen's pale face, a surge of anger suddenly rose, making him forget all fears:
If something happens, come at me! What does it mean to draw a sword and point it at my patient?!
Gretel suddenly stood up. His heart was beating fiercely in his chest, and the blood flow was rushing around his eardrum. Before he could speak, Priest Donald frowned and shouted next to him:
"Roman! Put the sword away!"
When his priest spoke, the Roman knight had to give him face. He snorted coldly and slowly sheathed his sword, still looking unyielding. Opposite Gretel, the young priest John also stood up, put his hand on the table and leaned forward.
Indignant tone:
"Gretel can heal! In the name of the God of War, I saw it with my own eyes today! You said you didn't know him. How could you gentlemen in the city know a servant of the God of Nature!"
Gretel: "..."
Isn’t it, the Church of God of Nature is so poor?
Several more memories came to mind.
Grete shuddered and finally remembered why he thought the God of Nature had no temple——
Absolutely not. This church does not have temples like the God of War and the Goddess of Spring. They usually just find a hill, make a circle with stones on the top, and worship the gods inside. If there is no stone circle, just find one.
An oak tree, everyone stood under the oak tree and prayed...
The priests of the Fountain Goddess wore silk robes and rode in and out of carriages;
The Temple of the God of War is located behind the city guard's barracks. The high-ranking priests inside are all brightly armored, holding a shield in one hand and a warhammer in the other. They run among the ranks of warriors and look more like warriors than warriors;
The servants of the God of Nature wear dusty burlap robes and carry an oak stick with buds in their hands, walking through the streets and alleys. They walk from the slums to the field ridges, and then from the field ridges to the woods.
Li. One word, poor.
Even the elders were not much better. Grete remembered who had gossiped with him. When the city lord's palace convened high-level spellcasters for discussion, the elders of the God of Nature were wearing linen robes, carrying oak staffs, and walking on two legs.
Went...
No wonder his teammates were not surprised at all when he claimed to have received divine inspiration from the God of Nature, but instead looked a little disappointed.
Who would be a parent who wouldn't be disappointed if they knew that their child had entered a new workplace that was extremely poor, and there wouldn't be much salary increase if he got promoted? Just like in the previous life, when the mother knew that he had applied for the emergency department, she felt distressed and couldn't bear to object.
Same……
Gretel fell into memories. His heart was sour and soft, until he was woken up by an angry shout:
"You saw him casting healing spells, and you also saw the God of Nature giving him divine enlightenment? - That's right, you say? Aren't you afraid of blasphemy?"
Gretel was startled by his roar. The Roman knight was half a head taller than him, with a tough face and short dark brown hair that stood up one by one. When he shouted angrily, he was particularly intimidating. Gretel subconsciously shrank back.
, before he could refute, Little John on the opposite side came up and said:
"Then if you say it's not, then it's not?!"
The young pastor responded confidently.
Although one is a powerful knight and the other is just a priest apprentice, the knights of the Temple of the Goddess of Spring have no control over the God of War priest.
There is no need to offend people for no reason. When it comes time to defend his companions, Little John gets into a quarrel, and he does so confidently:
"Gretel has displayed so many unheard-of skills, but we are still not sure that this is inspired by God? Are you sure that the great God of Nature did not give him inspiration? Or, do you doubt the grace of the God of Nature?!"
High and low snickers immediately broke out.
The young men on the farm were laughing and joking, the older farmers turned away and had fun, and Gretel's teammates all grinned openly.
It is different from the Temple of the God of War, which always protects everyone. It is also different from the Temple of the God of Nature, who dress simply and often help each family with their cattle, look after their dogs, and teach how to farm. The Temple of the Spring Goddess is full of a group of "city people"
"Master", they put on a lot of airs and don't do much, so everyone really doesn't like them.
The Roman knight's face was gloomy. Even Priest Donald's face was a little confused: a knight and a priest apprentice from another temple were quarreling with each other. It's nothing to quarrel, but when it got to the point of accusing each other of blasphemy, it couldn't be ignored.
Already.
Priest Donald coughed lowly, stood up calmly, looked noble and elegant, and glanced around with a smile. The laughter in the hall slowly quieted down, and Priest Donald turned to Gretel and leaned forward slightly:
"Mr. Nordmark, to be honest, I am also very interested in your healing skills. It just so happens that your companion is also injured——"
He simply left his seat, pulled Gretel with him, and walked to Captain Cullen:
"I believe you must want to cure him. I wonder if you can cast a healing spell so that we can observe?"
"this……"
Grete hesitated. The little priest opposite shouted again:
"He has already used it today! How can he use it again so late?"
"It doesn't matter if you can't cast spells tonight." Priest Donald smiled, not feeling dissatisfied at all: "It will be the same if you cast spells tomorrow. Then you must ask me to see..."
The two people were bickering vaguely. Gretel turned a deaf ear, his eyes were blank, and he tried to think:
Healing... Healing...
How did I get released?
By the way, I was thinking at that time, if possible, I hope Uncle Karen's injury will heal quickly...
No movement.
Think about it again.
Still no movement.
Gretel adjusted his breathing and concentrated his energy. He recalled the relationship between the original owner and Uncle Karen, fully mobilized his emotions, and then silently recited each word in his heart:
"If possible, I hope Uncle Karen's injury will heal as soon as possible."
Still no movement... I'm really not good at this kind of metaphysical stuff T_T
Gretel deeply reflected on himself and decided to return to rationality. Don't worry, he said to himself, let's analyze what are the possible prerequisites for releasing the healing technique?
Goals, methods, motivation?
1. Goal, strong desire. This is probably satisfied, but not released, indicating that it is a necessary condition, but not a sufficient condition;
Second, method, understand the spell model. When he first released the healing spell, he had no spell model in his mind, so this is probably not a necessary condition, at least within the scope of the lowest-level healing spell, it is not a necessary condition...
…?
Third, power. If the power source of cars is gasoline, and the power source of magic is magic, then the power source of magic... is probably faith?
What is my belief?
"The Almighty God of Nature..."
After praying silently, there was no movement.
As expected, the God of Nature ignored me. As expected, I was the one who boasted about divine revelation.
"As witness to Apollo, the gods of medicine, Asclepius and all the gods of heaven and earth, I solemnly swear..."
There was no movement.
In the dimly lit hall, only the torches on the wall burned cracklingly, as if in mockery.
Gretel was sweating slightly on his forehead. Why was there no movement, why couldn't he use the healing technique? Is it really like those Westerners said, that the Chinese have no faith...
impossible!
Chinese people have faith! I - have faith!
calm!
Think again!
What exactly is my belief!
Is it the motherland? The motherland is already far away in another time and space, and can never go back. It can no longer be the motivation for his struggle;
Is it Marxism-Leninism? He did not join the Party back then, and his beliefs were not so pure;
Is it ancestors or history? Gretel doesn’t think that ancestors and history are the driving force for him to move forward...
So, what exactly is it?
If I have faith, if I really have faith -
So, it should be to treat illnesses and save lives!
Save one life after another and treat one patient after another;
Every day shift, every night shift, every time I was exhausted, when I heard the sound of the 120 ambulance, I cheered up and rushed forward;
Occasionally heal, often help, always comfort...
That is all the love and sincerity accumulated since entering the door of medicine, seven years of continuous bachelor's and master's degrees, and more than ten years of clinical work!
Unknowingly, Grete raised his right fist and put it to his ear. He looked straight ahead, as if there was a bright red flag waving fiercely in the void in front of him:
"Health depends on life, life depends on it..."
The familiar oath rolls over the tip of the tongue word by word. Every syllable is heavy, as heavy as a thousand stones.