Chapter 25 I want to be an elemental mage! Don't be a necromancer!
The necromancer's expectant smile froze on his face.
He glanced at the struggling Roman knight, then turned back and stared at Gretel silently. The snow-white light surged down from the roof, illuminating the shadows under his eye sockets and cheekbones that were unusually thick, and the skinny face
The thin face looks more and more like a skeleton.
Gretel's heart trembled. The opponent was a necromancer, much stronger than him, and a pet around him could beat him. If he refused his request, would he... be tied up and dissected?
Gretel was shaking in his heart, and cold sweat broke out in patches on his back, but he looked at the Necromancer without flinching. He clenched his fists tightly, pinned his knees back hard, and kept his legs from shaking...
Doctors' principles must still be maintained! It is absolutely unacceptable to arbitrarily operate on patients for selfish reasons!
Gretel's expression was too firm and his eyes were too clear. Necromancer Linn looked at him for a moment, shrugged and waved his hand. The black cat turned back with the knight's head in its mouth, and threw the man into the bone prison again.
The stone door was closed. All the yelling, exclamations and rejoicings were shut out. Necromancer Linn glanced at the stone door and looked at Gretel again:
"But what if he hurts you?!"
"I will fight back."
Grete answered proudly. After a pause, he added:
"But - I will never use my medical skills to harm anyone."
That was the oath I made on the day I became a medical student at the beginning of my previous life.
Lin En was silent. He looked at Gretel's lively young face, was lost in thought for a moment, and sighed:
"I used to have a friend who... also thought like you."
"and after?"
"Later...after I became a necromancer, I avenged him."
"sorry."
Grete apologized quickly. After thinking about it, he tried to find a supplement:
"How about I do the tendon suturing operation again and show it to you? - Just give me an animal, a bigger one!"
"Aha!"
Lin En was happy.
Half an hour later, Grete also started to be very happy. There was a live sheep tied on the platform in front of him. Mr. Trocca caught it from nowhere, and it was bleating. On the small table on the side, there were a row of surgical tools: various
Scalpels of various sizes, surgical scissors, retractors, bow drills for drilling...
Although the sharpness of the blade cannot be described in words, and disinfection is even more difficult to think about, but after all, it is a surgical instrument!
He touched the scalpel again!
Happiness index 1,1,1…
"Can these be used?"
Linn looked at him eagerly. Grete touched all the equipment one by one, looked up at the roof, and sighed:
"Lack of something."
"Tell me what I'm missing!"
"Looped needle, electric knife... forget it, just use a soldering iron and a needle holder. Oh, I'm so used to it. Get me two more needle-nose pliers. If you don't have pliers, tweezers will do!"
Prepare the skin and clean it. Gretel picked up the skin of the lamb leg with the forceps of his left hand. He held the handle of the scalpel between his thumb, middle finger, ring finger and little finger. He pressed his index finger on the back of the knife and began to explain in detail:
"Then, this way of holding the knife is the bow holding method. Why is it called the bow holding method?" - That's it, is there a violin in this world?
Gretel's mind was racing. Forget it, if there is no violin, there would still be a matouqur, and if there was no matouqur, there might be an erhu. In short, every nation in the world has some instruments for playing. Gretel made a quick gesture:
"It's the way to hold a piano bow. Holding the knife like this will have greater cutting force. It's usually used to cut through skin and muscles..."
"Really? I'll take a closer look..."
Linn's big furry head stretched out. A large shadow immediately fell on the leg of lamb under Gretel's knife, making it impossible for him to see anything clearly.
"Hey, please step back a little... Tsk, I still can't see clearly. Your lighting is not good! Can you get a shadowless lamp?"
"What? There are also shadowless lights?!"
Gretel had to put down the scalpel and satisfy Linn's curiosity first. One person wrote and drew, the other knocked. After an hour of tossing, the most peculiar shadowless lamp in Gretel's memory was built above the operating table.
Finish:
Four white bone arms are centered on the spine, crossing each other to form a cross. Each of the four hands holds two ribs, forming a large circle for two people to embrace. In the circle are dozens of bone hands hanging densely, each bone hand
, both holding an enchanted glow stick.
Gretel: "..."
Well, at least the light source meets the requirements, right? And the bone hand holds the fluorescent stick hanging upside down. In any case, it is easy to adjust the direction...
He performed the operation painstakingly all night under the shadowless lamp. He cut off the tendons, used tweezers to pull out the retracted tendons from deep in the muscles, stretched, trimmed the shape, and healed the surgery. He continued to dissect, continued to suture, and finally,
The poor sheep was slaughtered, and the two of them and the cat happily drank a pot of sheep soup.
The next morning, Gretel was reluctantly sent out by the Necromancer carrying two suitcases.
One box contains surgical instruments that have been used before, and the other box is much more expensive. Each piece is placed in a red velvet-lined grid, which is crystal clear and made entirely of glass.
Beaker, flask, crucible, stirrer, balance...
It is a set of basic alchemy tools.
There were no medicinal materials or powders in the box, but this set of alchemy tools alone was already valuable. Gretel was a little uneasy:
"This is too expensive."
"No, this is nothing. My friend -" the necromancer shook his head vigorously:
"There is a proverb among mages: No knowledge is priceless. Last night, you generously shared so much knowledge with me, please allow me to share something with you. These gadgets-"
He waved his arm and drew a big circle above the suitcase:
"Every mage should have a set! Every one! My dear friend, believe me, as long as you join our school, the tools you will get are much more refined than this!"
Much more refined?
Is there a microscope?
Is there a centrifuge?
Do you have a UV spectrometer?
If that doesn't work, just give me a pipette!
Grete complained silently. Since he had nothing, he might as well find a way to save money by himself. Relatively speaking, joining the school of thought that he was interested in was obviously more important.
My sterilization cabinet, my petri dishes, my equipment for separation, purification, analysis and synthesis of various pharmaceuticals, my X-ray B-ultrasound and nuclear magnetic resonance...
The School of Elements and the School of Alchemy, it’s up to you!
Gretel was immersed in good hopes. Necromancer Linn walked beside him, persuading him nonstop. By the way, he glanced at Gretel and the box in his hand, wishing that he and the box could be snatched back to the Black Crow Swamp.
:
"Dear friend, are you really not considering joining our school? Really, as long as you nod, I will immediately send you back to see my mentor and ensure that you enjoy the treatment of an official mage! You have to know, even if you take me
With a letter of recommendation, you can only start as an apprentice in the Mage Tower in the city..."
"But I'm really interested in the elemental mage..."