Chapter 24 I will not use medical skills to harm people!
A necromancer, a former deputy chief physician of the emergency department, talked about bones incessantly, as if he had met at a late date. After chatting for half a night, the necromancer Andrew Lynn got carried away and spoke across the door.
On the table, he reached out and grabbed Gretel's wrist:
"Dear friend! You are really suitable to become a necromancer. How about joining us in Black Crow Swamp? I can introduce you...
By the way! I'm going to ask my mentor! My mentor is an 11th-level archmage. When he breaks through the boundaries in the future, he might help you become a lich!"
Gretel: "..."
Thank you, I didn’t really want to.
I feel like I haven't lived enough.
However, the Necromancer's suggestion was not without its attractions. Gretel flipped his wrist and held the other person's hand forcefully:
"I am more interested in elemental magic. Mr. Linn, you have mentioned the Mage Tower and the Magic Council before. Can you recommend them to me?"
"Ah - elemental magic, elemental magic." The necromancer stretched out his arms in an exaggerated manner, raised his head to the sky, and his tone of voice was ups and downs, as if he was singing a cadenza of an opera:
"Everyone likes elemental magic. At least, they also choose alchemy and summoning. As for the poor undead faction, every time they invite people, they will hear this answer:
'Dear Mr. Linn, I prefer elemental magic...'
'Dear Mr. Linn, I prefer alchemy...'
Except for those who have the deepest sorrow and want to resurrect their loved ones, no one, no adult, will choose the great necromancy magic!"
Grete was so embarrassed. The person possessed by the drama spirit was interesting to watch from a distance, but it was really stressful to come into close contact. He dodged the spittle sprayed by the necromancer, his brain was spinning at full speed, and he was thinking wildly:
Is this guy a showman?
Or is it a manic episode?
Is there any other phenomenon that can support the running thoughts I just observed?
Will necromancy magic affect human hormone secretion and thus affect people's mental state?
There is no place to do an electroencephalogram in Breaking the World, and there is no way to do a biochemical routine or anything like that...
"Uh...if it's inconvenient..."
“Convenient! Of course it’s convenient!”
Master Lin En took a step forward enthusiastically. Gretel couldn't dodge, so he grabbed his arms and spat spit into his face:
"Although the Northman who presides over the Mage Tower is fat, irritable, and loves to drink, he once explored the Hall Strait with me and fought against the iron shell of the Church of Radiance! My dear friend, you
Don’t worry, with my letter of recommendation, he will never refuse to accept you!”
The necromancer rolled up to the desk like the wind, spread out the parchment, and waved it away:
"Take it!"
"Uh, thank you so much..."
"It's a trivial matter!" Lin En waved his hand proudly. He glanced outside the door, suddenly laughed mischievously, and approached Gretel:
"By the way, that knight's hand is really broken, isn't it? Can't it be cured?"
"He didn't sew the tendons." Grete spread his hands.
"Can you cure it?"
Gretel hesitated for a moment, neither nodding nor shaking his head. He could do the suturing of hand tendons or something, but the main thing was hand surgery - this surgery is delicate, with tendons, blood vessels, and nerves one by one.
Suturing can only be done well if you wear a microscope. After a few hours of work, once the microscope is taken off, the world spins.
Moreover, there is no microscope in this broken place, and there are no special needles and threads for microscopic suturing. Although the treatment effect is better than no treatment, it can be imagined.
Besides, he wasn't good at this job. Grete remembered clearly that in his previous life, when he was in school, he could only anastomose four or five mouse tails in one class - the blood vessels in the mouse tails were about the same thickness as the blood vessels in the hand.
, is the cheapest material for practicing basic skills.
The strongest student in the class was the guy who was later snatched away by the hand surgery department, with the highest record of 12.
However, in the eyes of the necromancer Linn, Gretel did not deny it, it was obviously affirmative. The necromancer's eyes brightened:
"Then how to treat him? ... Otherwise, I drag him in and you treat him on the spot?"
Doing it directly without anesthesia, disinfection, or hemostasis? This is too rough and absolutely unacceptable!
Gretel opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer - or where to start. However, the Necromancer had already taken action. With a wave of his hand, the stone door separating the hall and the inner room opened again, and the black cat jumped down to the ground.
Gretel saw a flash of black light in front of his eyes. The black cat named "Mr. Trocca" was still of normal size when he jumped up, but had become the size of a lynx when he landed. When he rushed to the door, he was so tall that he caught up with him.
Got the leopard.
Amidst the deep roar of the beast, there was a loud sound of bones breaking, followed closely by the screams of the Roman knights.
"Let me go - let me go!"
The Roman knight continued to struggle, and his voice got closer and closer. Exclamations broke out in the hall. I don’t know how many people were alarmed by this incident. Priest Donald’s voice was particularly loud:
"Let him go! Master Mage, please let him go! - Gretel! Gretel!!!"
Gretel was stunned in place.
Two days after arriving in another world, he was pushed to the ground, had a sword pointed at his throat, was forcibly recruited, and attacked by monsters... he experienced more dangers than he had experienced in the past month or even a year.
However, there has never been a moment that made him feel as cold as now.
A few hours ago, the person who was so high above him and could even threaten his life was now being dragged in by a demon pet just because the necromancer was curious and wanted to see some surgeries he had never seen before.
People are knives and servants, and I am fish and meat.
But in such a world, what is a sword at one moment may become a fish the next moment, how can it be said clearly?
"Isn't this bad..."
Grete's head was shaking like a windmill. But the Necromancer thought he had a grudge against the knight and was unwilling to treat him, so he tried to persuade him:
"Treat him and let me see! At worst, you cure him first, and then I will..."
The palm of his hand was swiped in the air. Gretel was sweating profusely and continued to shake his head. His head was buzzing, and he felt that the six small bones in his two ears were about to be shaken out.
"Don't you want to kill someone? Then... cure him first and then cut off his tendons?"
Within two words, the black cat transformed into a leopard and had already arrived in front of the stone door with the knight in its mouth. At the critical moment of life and death, the seriously injured knight showed his greatest potential and grabbed the edge of the stone door with both hands. He raised his head and stared at it.
Gretel's eyes were full of anger and despair.
Click!
The edge of the stone door broke at the knight's fingertips. Grete's whole body shivered:
"no!"
He turned around, took a step across, and stopped in front of the Necromancer. He looked directly into his eyes with a firm gaze:
"I will not do such a thing. I have sworn that I will never harm anyone with my medical skills!"