Chapter 308 The assassin ran away, so I will do it myself!
James Lowe lay on the rafters all night and never found a chance to take action.
The little mage - or the little priest? After writing for most of the night, the God of War priest stayed with him for most of the night. After writing the medical records, he went in again and again to check the injured, how they were breathing, whether their heartbeat was fast, whether they were strong, and whether they were there.
No fever, no urination...and record all this information in a notebook.
And during this process, the God of War Bishop—James judged from his robes that he should be at level 7—not only didn’t feel annoyed, he didn’t even go next door to take a nap!
"You have a lot to remember." Bishop Ares flipped through his notebook with emotion. Names, ages, injuries, and various treatments were recorded on three pages, and there were also three pictures. The pictures were not even detailed.
However, it is obvious that you can see where the iron bar has passed through and how damaged it is inside the body.
"That's nothing." Grete smiled weakly at him. This is just the operation record part, or rather, just the operation part of the operation record...
Such as the inventory of dressings and instruments after surgery (no dressings, no instruments, all done by healing skills and the hands of a mage);
Submit the test results (samples were taken from the abdominal cavity before the abdomen was closed, and no bacterial culture was done yet. Grete was also curious whether there would be tetanus bacilli after cleaning with holy water);
The patient's tolerance during the operation (the amount of blood transfusion, intraoperative medication, special treatment and rescue conditions were not written, only the intraoperative blood loss was estimated);
The anesthesia situation during the operation (no anesthetics were used, only magical anesthesia, the anesthesia effect was satisfactory)...
None of these essential parts of surgical records are available yet.
Not to mention the first course of illness records, superior doctor’s ward rounds records, rescue records...
Thinking of these things, Gretel was both confused. When they were studying "Diagnostics", the teacher encouraged them like this: "In Union Hospital, medical records from a hundred years ago are still available for doctors to read and study. Those who want to become
For a top doctor, we have to start by writing a medical record that can still withstand inspection a hundred years later!"
It made everyone's blood boil. However, after entering the clinic, busy from 8 am to 9 pm, dragging the broken body and starting to make up for the disease, such ambitions quickly turned into:
Write a medical record that complies with medical standards... write a medical record that can withstand inspection by the province, city, and hospital... a medical record that will not deduct money from the medical record room... a medical record that can be litigated in a medical dispute
Time, the medical record that can win...
Ahem, the past is so full that I can’t bear to look back.
The amazing thing is that after traveling to another world, Grete began to work conscientiously again, filling out medical records one by one, more diligently than sitting behind the scenes in the medical record room. - That is the ladder of medical advancement, and the way to judge each new type of medical record.
How can we not write down the basis for the diagnosis and treatment methods and whether they are effective?
Of course, he was diligent and diligent, but Mr. Assassin wanted to die more. He huddled on the rafters until the next morning, watching Gretel yawning as he was sent out by the Bishop of Ares. After completing the handover work with Bernard, James
Lowe rolled over, jumped out of the window, and headed straight for Baron Hopman.
No more assassination!
I will never do this crappy task again!
If you miss once, it is a bad opportunity; if you fail the second time, it may be due to negligence; if you fail the third time, it is a warning from the gods!
Relying on this principle, James lived to the age of 40 safely, and this time was certainly no exception.
As an assassin, he had his own special skills. He didn't know it and returned home unnoticed. When Baron Hopman came to his senses and found that there were a few people missing in the castle, James Lowe
The whole family had already traveled hundreds of miles and boarded a ship bound for the New World...
Well, the safety of the parliament's alchemy ship is still guaranteed, just Xiaogui.
"...So, is that little magician still alive?"
Baron Hopman's face was gloomy. After discovering that the assassin family was missing, he contacted the informant in Nevis and found out that James was not afraid of being handed over by him after completing the mission, so he took his family and ran away to avoid disaster. He simply gave up.
Mission, run away directly!
"I'm afraid this little magician won't be able to move in the short term." He exhaled heavily and said to his wife:
"It's still very troublesome to hire a killer from the outside, and the credibility is also a problem. We need to find opportunities slowly. Besides, James' sudden disappearance may also attract the attention of interested people. We'd better wait for a while before taking action..."
"How long is a period of time?"
The baroness raised her red eyes and looked at her husband. From the time she received her eldest son's body to the time he was buried, she never shed tears. That was her eldest son, the child she had worked so hard to give birth to.
The most promising and beloved child. It’s okay to die in the hands of a strong man. But if she dies in the hands of a commoner, a little mage, she’s not allowed to take revenge?
Her little Clay, her poor eldest son, if he didn't count on her, who else could he count on? His younger brother who was so weak that he was out of breath after taking only two steps? Or the younger brother who was sent to the temple to be a priest?
If she doesn't avenge her children, who else will?
"It depends on the situation... Let's see if anyone outside suspects us, if there is any rumors against us..." The baron was sweating. His wife is the beloved daughter of the old viscount next door, and she brought a knight to marry him.
The castle has been overwhelming him ever since he got married. Not to mention, there are some connections behind the madam that even he is afraid of...
"How long was that?!"
"One year, at most one year...give me one year, and I can hire people from all over the mainland!"
A year. A long year. 365 long days and nights. The Baroness thought numbly. Her little Clay would have to lie underground for a year, with the coffin rotting and the body rotting.
The maggots were gnawing in and out - so painful, so painful - but his murderer couldn't go down to stay with him!
Make him wait for a year!
"A year is too long. A month at most." She replied sullenly, her voice was ethereal, and her red eyes flickered faintly, like a will-o'-the-wisp:
"In one month, even if we can't kill him, we will destroy him. Isn't that little mage the head of the Department of Public Health? Isn't he working on that infectious disease hospital? Ruining what he wants to do and ruining his reputation
, get out of Nevis——
As long as he gets out of Nevis, will those great magicians still support him? Will they continue to pay attention to him? When the time comes, they can kill a third-level little magician by just causing an accident!"
"But this...this..." Baron Hopman's forehead was dripping with sweat. The Baroness balled up her black gauze gloves and stood up slowly:
"If you can't do it, I'll do it. If you can't find anyone, I'll come find you."
The hem of the black mourning dress dragged silently across the ground, like a black cloud or the tail feathers of a crow flying across the sky. She returned to her study, spread out her pen and paper, and began to write:
"Dear sister..."
The Baroness has more than one sister. Some marry knights or squires, some dedicate themselves in temples, some often come to talk to her, flatter her, and get some benefits from her, and some break off relations with her as soon as they get married.
However, the sister she turned to for help at this time took an unconventional path and devoted herself to the Black Crow Swamp since she was a teenager.
Slimin untied the letter from the crow's leg and glanced at it. She was still crying or asking for help. This was already the fifth letter. She thought that her sister seemed to be really full of hatred and she must take revenge on that little kid.
mage——
So, just do her this favor?
A sinister smile appeared on Slimin's ugly face, causing the apprentice to take a few steps back instinctively.
She has been ugly since she was a child, and she has been bullied by her at home. Even the head maid and the cook dare to look down on her. Fortunately, this sister has always been kind to her, so she can have enough food and clothing, and have the opportunity to learn to read like her sister...
It was also because of her literacy that she had the opportunity to meet a magician from Black Crow Swamp and embark on the path of learning magic. After becoming a magician, she lived alone in the mountains and rarely went out to meet people. This sister, who was married to a baroness, had not seen anyone for more than ten years.
I have seen her before, but I always miss her friendship.
Slimin thought for a moment, then took out the first few letters from the desk drawer, and read them carefully line by line. This time, she found something that she had not noticed before. As she read, she suddenly burst out laughing:
"Hahahaha...Lynn! Linn! You actually became someone else's follower! You followed a third-level mage!"
With his fingers, which were wrinkled by the potion, he squeezed the thick parchment into a ball.
Thinking of Lin En, Slimin felt a surge of anger in her heart: She had been stuck before the level 5 level for many years, and wanted to sign a magic pet to help her pass the level. She went through a lot of hard work and asked her mentor to help find it. Later.
The instructor found a cat-shaped familiar and teamed up with friends to capture it. He originally wanted to give it to her, but the school decided to assign it to Lin En...
At that time, Lin En was just a third-level mage!
He does not lack magic pets! He is not stuck unable to advance! It’s just that because his mentor is strong and because his force is relatively large, the magic pets that should have fallen into her hands have been given lower levels than hers.
Lynn was robbed!
This revenge must be avenged one day!
She walked out of the mage tower, raised her palms upward, and let the crows in her palms flap their wings and take off. Half a day later, the Baroness received a reply:
"Dear sister..."
A carriage brought Master Slimin from the mountains to the barony, and then to the city of Nevis. Within a week, Master Slimin visited five or six friends in the school, and was familiar with the Baroness.
Some nobles. Then, she returned to the mage tower in the mountains, as if nothing had happened.
Two weeks later, Gretel received news from the treatment center and the temple at the same time:
There are several blocks in the city, mainly populated by small craftsmen, craftsmen, shop assistants and the like whose income is in the middle and lower classes. In the areas where they live, the number of patients has increased significantly.
The conditions are quite similar.
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Master Slimin: The revenge of snatching the cat is irreconcilable!
Thanks to Tao Xiaoying for providing the character design of Master Slimin...
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