It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 227 We all have a bright future (Mr. Chun, leader of the alliance, plus update 8)
Chapter 227 We all have a bright future (Mr. Chun, leader of the alliance, plus update 8)
"Be careful!"
With a scream, the magicians dodged and dodged. Gretel had just squeezed past the two people and was squeezing towards the space reserved for him at the end of the long table. Seeing the change, his footsteps stopped.
Reflexively lean your body inward.
The problem is that there really isn't much place to hide. The long table by the window usually only seats 10 people, but now 14 magicians have been squeezed in. There is still room for the waiter to serve food, but no, shoulders are touching shoulders.
, legs and feet touching legs and feet, everyone can only fall inward like dominoes.
Then, Gretel saw a deep basin full of fish soup mixed with shells, and with a splash, he poured it on Chris's head at the end of the long table.
The soup was so thick and thick that when it was served to the table, there wasn't even much steam coming out. Only when the soup was poured down, the steam rose straight up on the fish and shells, blurring the face of the waiter who served the dishes.
Through the heat mist, Gretel saw the boy's dull eyes suddenly burst into light. He looked straight forward, not trying to save the pot of thick soup, nor looking at Chris who was about to be splashed, but
Staring - staring at himself!
For a moment, Gretel's spine trembled, and he subconsciously took a step back. His vest hit the wall with a slight pain, and his attention was distracted for a moment. When he raised his eyes again, several spells were heard at the same time at the end of the long table:
[Mage Armor]!
[Shield Technique]!
[Shield Technique]!
【Floating Saucer】!
Transparent, translucent, layers of magical power surged up, covering Master Chris who had his hands crossed to protect his head.
Grete stood there, silently opening his mouth: Forget about those who released the mage armor and shield skills, who put the floating disk? You really have a brilliant mind... Why is your floating disk still there?
It's tilted!
As a result, these protective measures successfully protected Master Chris without causing him any injuries. The pouring soup, shells, and fish meat were all poured over the waiter along the slope of the floating dish...
"Get out of the way!"
Grete shouted reflexively. The waiter who served the food was shuddered when he heard the sound, withdrew his gaze, and wanted to dodge. His body tilted outwards, his feet became weak, and he was unable to take a step. The deep basin of fish soup with shells
La la la la, it all poured onto his legs.
"ah--"
The man screamed in pain, bared his teeth, and squatted on the ground. Gretel hesitated for a moment, but finally pushed back in the opposite direction, shouting while squeezing:
"Hurry up! Hurry up and get cold water! Rinse everything on your body! - Let me see, are you seriously injured?"
"..." The waiter looked up at him. Then, Grete saw the waiter hanging a leg of fish soup, and the rabbit that had been hit by the arrow seemed to jump up, limped, and ran down. With a startling glance,
During this time, his face still looked dull, neither red nor white, and there wasn't even a drop of sweat on his forehead.
Gretel: "..." Strange, did this guy wear a human skin mask, or did he apply too much powder? It's not necessarily because he was burned in his early years, and the pores on his face are all gone, right? It doesn't look like it from the looks of it.
!
After being puzzled for a while, the little boy ran away without a trace on the wooden floor. Grete hesitated for a moment, shrugged, and pushed back. There are many patients in the emergency department who are unwilling to treat, as long as it is not fatal.
Even if the patient is seriously ill, doctors will not advise him to die.
——After all, hospitals are not law enforcement agencies, and they cannot lock people up for medical treatment...
The man who got into trouble rushed through the crowd with a fishy smell all over his body and ran straight down. He rushed into the kitchen and couldn't even wait to wash away the fish soup from his body. He grabbed the boss and whispered:
"I saw him!"
"What?"
The boss quickly pulled him aside, looked at his miserable appearance, and picked up a water ladle to rinse him. Amidst the sound of running water, the boy endured the pain and gritted his teeth and said:
"I saw him! He's the one who just came up. He has black hair and black eyes. He's wearing a double-breasted trench coat. He's the one walking toward the table on the left by the window. He's exactly the same as in the portrait!"
"I'll go up and take a look."
The boss got up and left.
Portrait, portrait, he didn't see the portrait - when this guy, or in other words, this operator came to his shop, the portrait was completely soaked.
It is said that because the boat was intercepted at sea, he jumped into the sea to escape and swam all night before swimming ashore...
This operator is a terrible painter and can only draw stick figures. As a result, he has no portraits to look at and no materials to copy and distribute. In such a big city, if you want to find a low-level magician who doesn't know his name, you can only rely on
A pair of eyes for action personnel...
Thank God! Finally found someone!
The shop owner walked out quickly. He turned around and walked towards the kitchen door with a smile on his face. When he walked out of the kitchen, he bent his waist slightly and greeted the mage apprentices with a smile:
"Adelman, what do you want to eat today? Is it the same as before?"
"Nora, how did you do in the exam this time?... Not very good? It's okay. It must have been an accident. I will definitely do well in the exam next time!"
"Jennifer, is it still tuna salad? In fact, you are not fat...Okay, okay, I know, only add vinegar and absolutely nothing else!"
We chatted all the way up. When we got to Gretel’s table, he said “Oops” and looked around for a rag and dustpan:
"Sorry everyone, the little guy was clumsy and spilled the soup, which shocked all the adults! - The kitchen has been re-cooked. All dishes on this table are half price, and the shop will give away a honey-glazed lamb chop!"
As he spoke, he bent down, wiped the table one by one, and secretly looked at everyone on the table. To Gretel's left, Master Corian Franz, who had summoned people to the dinner today, turned his head and asked him:
"Grete, what do you want for dessert? This restaurant has rainbow pudding, milky potato puree, pumpkin chestnut cake, raspberry layer cake, raspberry tart..."
"Are there any egg tarts?"
"...No? What is that?"
Corian recalled the menu and shook his head blankly. Gretel was disappointed: "...Then let's have the raspberry tart..."
Unfortunately, he really wanted to eat egg tarts. When he was a child, there was a "Mom's Bakery" near his home. The egg tarts baked there were the most delicious. When they came out of the oven, the aroma spread straight to the other side of the road. Although the family was financially poor at that time, my mother
When I lead him by, I often buy one and give it to him to try.
Later, he was not interested in other desserts. When he saw egg tarts while walking by, he couldn't control his mouth.
Even if you know that it is high in sugar and fat and exceeds the legal limit.
"Sir, what kind of dessert are the egg tarts you are talking about?" Suddenly, the boss had already got in front of him and asked with a smile: "Please tell me in detail, please go back to the shop and make it successfully.
Please taste it, adults!"
"Forget it..." Grete shook his head. He knew nothing about making desserts. It would probably be a thousand miles from the time he made it until it was successfully made, so why let a small shop spend so much money? Besides, even if the trial production was successful, it would still be a long time ago.
It doesn't taste like it did when I was a kid.
However, the boss stood hunched over and refused to leave, with a smile on his face, just trying to tease him. Grete's face softened, and he finally said something about it——
It's just meringue below, egg liquid on top, sugar added to the egg liquid, and then put in the oven. He doesn't know the details... Hey, it sounds similar to the recipes thrown to the Magic Council?
But the boss didn't mind that the recipe was not detailed. After jotting it down, he apologized and asked for advice:
"What do you call me, sir? Where do you live? When the trial production is successful in the shop, I will send it to your door for your taste -"
"No, no, no!" Grete waved his hands repeatedly. A classmate with a quick mouth next to him already answered on his behalf:
"His name is Gretel Nordmark..."
This dinner lasted for two full hours. The boss ran up and down, serving dishes, serving soup, cutting steaks, cutting honey-glazed lamb chops, delivering wine, delivering desserts... all around their table.
Lehu. He nodded and bowed, his face turned into a chrysanthemum smile. Compared with the usual smile when entertaining guests, it was three plus points sweeter.
Influenced by the boss, the store clerks are also extremely attentive. Anyone with a little spare time must come to the table by the window to take a spin. Except for the clerk who was burned before, I don’t know whether he was seriously injured or something.
Never showed up.
Grete asked kindly out of concern for his injury. The waiter who filled him with water shrugged with a bored look on his face:
"That silly boy... He is a relative of the boss from the countryside. His brain has been burned out since he was a child. He has always been stupid... He came here two months ago. Apart from his strength, he can't do anything and can't speak smoothly.
!”
Grete: "..." That look doesn't look like someone with abnormal mental development.
In any case, the students in the training class enjoyed value-for-money services. Everyone ate and drank, chatting about interesting things in the class that year and where they were going:
You worked on projects with magicians in the Thunder Horn, I worked for the fifth-level mage in the Alchemy Guild, and he became a teaching assistant at Bridge Magic Academy...
We all have a bright future.
The dinner lasted until late at night. The students went back to their respective residences. Some of them lived far away or were lazy - the former were like those who lived at the top of the mountain, and the latter were like Gretel, so they simply enjoyed themselves.
Accommodation arranged by the Magic Academy.
As soon as they left, the boss quickly went downstairs and found the guy who had been kicked in the face:
"I've found out the name clearly. It's Gretel Nordmark. I'll continue to check other things tomorrow. How are you? Is the perm still tight?"
The guy looked up from under the lamp. He still had the same dull face, but his eyes were shining coldly, and he pinched his thigh with his right hand:
"It's okay. Hiss..."
"You're hurt so badly!"
The boss frowned.
Under the dim light, the man's burns covered an area as big as three palms from his thighs to his calves, and the blisters were all connected together. There was a deep black area on the side of his thighs near his knees, which was almost bone-shattering.
If it were an ordinary person, if this wound was suppurating and had a fever, and it took half a month to heal safely, it would be considered lucky. This guy is a professional, and a mere burn might not knock him down, but with that deep wound
Black wounds...
"Okay, it's indeed quite heavy." Someone actually saw it, so the guy stopped being pretentious and let out a long, short gasp. He pinched his thighs with his thumbs until they turned white, and finally raised his head and asked:
"Is there any more medicine?"
"...The last bottle of holy water." The boss hesitated for a moment, but took out a small glass bottle and handed it over with shaking hands:
"The inspections at sea are strict during this period. I don't know when the next supply will come. - Hey, when will you take action? After you finish the work this time, can you take me back with you?"