Chapter 323: I have no more magic, but I can still save people
Never underestimate a magician, no matter how low his level is.
This is the code of action that every magician who has experienced orthodox education has been taught. The power of a magician comes from wisdom and creativity. Even a low-level magician or even a magician apprentice may have his own unique secret. A magician
Even a great magician may not be able to decipher the apprentice's secret in an instant.
If Gretel knew about this rule, he would definitely have the following translation: Elementary school math Olympiad problems and limited problem-solving methods may not even be possible by college students.
Archmage Edgar walked around the cave several times. A series of detection magics were fired out, but no trace could be found. It was obvious that his colleague had swept away his tail. He thought about it and decided to leave the cave and another one.
I found a place to unfold the mage shelter and got in for the night.
——This cave was developed by the Order of the God of Nature, and the magic environment inside is closer to nature and life. For the Necromancer, although it is not uncomfortable to live in, it will slightly affect his performance.
Once an enemy comes over, this slight difference may mean the difference between life and death.
Archmage Edgar has been in battle for a long time, and of course he cannot ignore this. Although according to his intuition, it is unlikely that his colleague will come back to attack, but a magician should never put his life on someone just because of laziness.
"Should" and "maybe" come up.
Archmage Edgar recharged his batteries, preparing to regroup the next day and find another way. But in the infectious disease hospital, Gretel's battle was far from over.
——In the eight magic rooms, the casters stopped working one after another. Even a group of high-level healers at level 7, level 8, or even level 10 or above would be ready to deal with the splattering blood within five or six hours.
, hanging on to the life that is about to disappear, also consumes their energy and attention to the end.
"I can't do it anymore." Bishop Sullivan was the first to quit. His healing skills were only 20% left, but after a few more rounds of treatment, he felt dizzy and shaky. He stopped and quit, and went to the rest area outside.
After sitting down, after a while, the sofa next to me sank, and a somewhat familiar priest sat next to me.
The third, fourth. People kept quitting, and the groups in the operating room were split and regrouped, regrouped and split again. Finally, the eight operating rooms were cleared one after another, leaving only operating room No. 1.
There were sounds that kept ringing.
"Send the patient."
"Cleaning Technique."
"Throw a healing spell here."
"Throw another one away."
"Saline rinse."
"Okay, attract."
"The abdomen can be closed now. The treatment will continue, thank you."
"Send the patient down. Next."
"The next one."
"...How long have they been doing this?" Next to Bishop Sullivan, a fifth-level priest stretched his head in and was slightly speechless. "I'm not surprised by the Archbishop and the high priest, but if I remember correctly, that little mage
,Only level three, right?”
"That's right, level three." There was not much surprise in the Bishop's voice. The day he met Gretel, Gretel stayed up until midnight to perform an operation for a crew member. After that, he copied and explained the operation process to him.
, I was busy almost all night.
For a crew member to be able to do this, with so many patients in front of him, how could Grete stop?
"But... his magic should have been gone long ago, right?"
Gretel's magic has indeed been exhausted.
He is only a third-level mage, with only a small amount of mental power. Even if his mental power is stronger than ordinary people, and he tries his best to only use low-level magic such as magic tricks and magic tricks, the huge number of patients has already been squeezed out.
Drained his mana.
Since before Wutai's surgery, he had stopped casting spells and relied solely on his hands for treatment.
"Here, get a plate to hold it up."
"Let's do some healing."
"Help me get the blood vessel clamp... Can you use the mage's hand to clamp the blood vessel? That's fine, but be careful not to use too much force, so as not to damage the blood vessel wall..."
"That's it...send the patient down, you two have a rest, I'll wash my hands..."
Gretel raised a tired smile, shuffled towards the sink. The main protagonist of the Temple of the God of War really couldn't stand it anymore:
"Little Grete, that's it for today, right?"
It is a convention among spellcasters that the moment when the magic slots are exhausted, the battle ends. Of course, he can also understand Gretel's insistence: on the battlefield, the Ares Priest has exhausted his spell slots, and may still fight on the front line with a flail.
Or cover the wounds of comrades or something.
But, such a delicate and complicated operation?
This is too much of a mental burden!
Spellcasters who force themselves like this are simply making fun of their own foundation and future!
"Your Excellency, Archbishop, I can still hold on." Gretel replied in a hoarse voice. His face was pale, and his hair was wet on his forehead. After washing his hands, he poured a handful of cold water on his face and rubbed it hard.
His cheeks looked rosy. He put on his mask and surgical cap again, and the mage who was watching threw him a bubble spell:
"Little Grete, you have used up all your spells, take a rest!"
"But, there are still patients waiting." Gretel looked back at the corridor. There were seventeen or eight stretchers parked there. In other words, seventeen or eight patients, seventeen or eight lives -
This must not be left alone!
"Don't worry! I can do this part without the need for healing techniques or any extraordinary abilities. After treating this group of people, I can survive."
Grete turned around and walked inside. There was no mage's hand, no cleaning skills, he still had his own hands, and the surgical instruments that had just been sterilized. In the more than ten years of his previous life, he, his colleagues, and his
Teachers and commanders, we have treated countless patients without any treatment skills. There is no reason why he can’t do it now!
Grete walked very slowly, even staggering a little in the first two steps, but became more and more steady after the two steps. He walked into the operating room, raised the scalpel, and cut it steadily.
"He is truly a natural healer." Bishop Sullivan sighed. He had just become the God of War priest and when he went to the battlefield, he once dragged the wounded soldiers back without their lives, and stayed up late to clean and bandage the wounded soldiers. But later, on time,
Meditate, ensure enough sleep, maintain the status and image of the bishop...
How long has it been since he worked so hard to treat patients?
He wanted to go over and help, but as soon as he propped up the armrest of the sofa, his head felt dizzy. His vision went dark, and Bishop Sullivan closed his eyes subconsciously. When he opened them again, he found that he was not overworked: a black-robed mage, from
It drifted past silently in front of him.
Grete opened the patient's abdominal skin. When he was about to continue the abdominal dissection, a familiar footsteps clicked behind him and slowly approached:
"Let me do it."
Gretel turned around. A somewhat familiar golden skeleton - it looked like Linn's model - stood beside him. Behind the skeleton, a disciple brought by Archmage Edgar smiled at him:
"Just rest and let me do it - I can at least help with the disembowelment."
"Me too, I can at least help with the flushing and closing of the abdomen." Another priest in light blue robes stood at the door. Before Gretel could thank him, a third spellcaster came over and paused slightly at the door of the first surgery room.
Nod to him:
"You may have to do the most troublesome part. My attention is really unbearable. However, we can save some of your time by finishing the before and after."
One drives the other, and one inspires the other. Necromancers, priests, and priests got up one after another and walked to the rooms they were responsible for. Shouts came and went:
"Send the patient!"
"Send the patient!"
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