Chapter 348: Don’t stop the pain until the cause is found!
Archmage Serrano acted very steadily. When he was out, he did not intend to conflict with the Lord of Glory's team over a trivial matter, nor did he ask the shopkeeper to kick them out. Instead, he discussed with the shopkeeper Bolu and arranged another room.
.
Finally, the businessman who helped the Radiant Knights book a room took the initiative to gather the caravan manpower and free up a few rooms. The barbarian who opened the shop squeezed in again to free up his own room and a few more, and then he reluctantly
Let everyone have a place to live.
It took a lot of fussing to settle down. On the side of the Glorious Holy See, the leader of the priest and the leader of the escorting knights exchanged a few glances, and then fell silent. After everyone had finished packing, the shop owner went back to prepare the meal, but stayed behind for a long time.
Didn't come out.
After a while, he suddenly hugged a child and rushed towards the magicians:
"Master! Look at my son-"
Halfway through the rush, a young knight suddenly stood up and stopped him with a smile:
"Is this child feeling uncomfortable? There are many high-ranking priests here. Do you want to ask them to take a look?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled the person toward the Glorious Holy See. At the same time, several priests wearing black robes, white robes, and red robes stood up from the table and gathered around. The nearest one was in black robes.
The priest held the Holy Emblem in his hand and murmured a prayer, and a white light flashed on the Holy Emblem.
Bolu paused slightly and turned his head to look around. Beside him, the young barbarian who brought the crow flag gave him a hard push:
"Hey! How many healers has little Larry had since he was two years old? Who has really been cured? What's the use of hiring ordinary healers? It's rare to find someone who can cure madness, so why don't you hurry up and hire someone to see him?
one look!"
The barbarian always had a loud voice, but now he did not deliberately lower his voice. The whole hall could hear him yelling. Gretel's men paused, turned around and immediately saw a group of priests looking over with cold expressions.
...What are you looking at me doing?
It’s not like I want to compete with you for patients!
I've been traveling all day, and your treatment can cure me, so I feel relieved!
Looking sideways again, the white light flickered over there and began to fall on the boy. Gretel quickly turned his head, cut a piece of meat, and chewed it hard. The food on the Black Gate Peninsula was simply indescribable. It had been three days since they landed, and all they had eaten was
Meat, and meat, and meat, and meat!
Venison, cod, salmon, whale, seal...
I feel very happy after eating it, but I feel tired after eating it for one day, and on the third day...
Can we have some more green vegetables?
After a treatment, the boy's face became calm, and the pain was obviously relieved. The Bolu shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the eyes of the Lord of Glory priests with more gratitude:
"Well, can you please ask someone to take a look? My son is often like this. After he is cured, he will have stomachache after a while and can't eat much. I have seen many healers and they all..."
"Ordinary healers are different from high-level healers. Besides, Mr. Martin is also in our team. If you can't trust us, why can't you trust him?"
The young knight pointed to the dining table not far away. At his finger, the old priest looked kindly, smiled and nodded. The Bolu shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, then looked down at his son:
"I have indeed heard of Sir Martin's reputation..."
He walked over with his son in his arms. He walked slowly and cautiously, lest the bumps were a little bigger and the son complained about stomachache again. When he reached the table, the old pastor stood up with a smile and touched the barbarian boy's head:
"What's the matter?"
"stomachache……"
"How does it hurt? Constipation? Diarrhea?"
As soon as Gretel heard this, his ears suddenly became silent, and the volume in the entire hall dropped by more than half. Looking around, he saw a blue-robed mage not far away, as if nothing had happened, he retracted his hand:
"It's time to eat!"
Gretel couldn't help laughing. That's right, except for doctors who have been proven to have no taboos, it is best not to think about the third party while others are eating...
It's just that it's a pity that we can't hear about the diagnosis and treatment there. The boy often suffers from abdominal pain, which easily recurs after treatment. What is the disease?
roundworms?
Incarcerated hernia?
Intestinal strangulation?
intussusception?
intestinal obstruction?
Irritable bowel syndrome?
Or, do savages have any special diseases that are different from humans?
Tsk, without detailed medical history, without physical examination, without various examinations, there is no way to make a differential diagnosis...
Grete was thinking as he ate faster. The magician cast a spell to isolate the sound, but not the light. He clearly saw another old priest next to the old priest, dressed in luxurious red robes, pressing the boy's belly and rubbing it again.
Bow your head and pray.
Dots of white light floated from his hand, then fell silently, washing the boy's body like raindrops.
"Remove the disease." Next to Grete, the magician Ximond from the medical branch lowered his face and whispered. "They copied it quite well!"
“Can removing disease remove chronic disease?”
Grete asked quietly. Simond pondered for a moment:
"It depends on what kind of disease it is. Some are caused by oneself - for example, never willing to eat well, refusing to sleep well, drinking too much. The disease caused by such a disease cannot be cured even if the disease is removed. In other words, even if the disease is cured,
, will relapse soon."
So many chronic diseases cannot be cured... Gretel thought thoughtfully. Soon, the boy jumped out alive. The sound-isolating magician knocked on the dinner plate, and the voice from the other side was immediately heard again:
"Dad! I'm fine! I don't feel any pain anymore!"
He ran away. The Bolu shopkeeper bowed to the priests and hurriedly chased after him.
As he ran and chased, Grete suddenly saw something strange on the boy's face. His heart skipped a beat, and he put down the tableware without thinking and ran after him:
"Why--"
No one paid attention.
The mobility of barbarians, even barbarian boys, is not comparable to that of Gretel.
Grete cut diagonally from the side and stretched out his hand to block him, but the boy just dodged past like a loach.
Fortunately, the young man who brought the crow flag caught up. He fished it out casually, grabbed the boy's collar, lifted it up, and turned to Gretel:
"Sir, do you see anything?"
"...Put him down and let me take a look." Grete stared at the boy's face tightly without blinking. As he spoke, Bolu's shopkeeper hurried over:
"Who are you?"
"This is the gentleman who cured the leader!" shouted the young man holding the flag. The Bolu shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and immediately saluted:
"My lord, you——"
"Hey, such a kid is still an adult~~~"
On the side of the Glorious Holy See, the young knight who initially stopped people raised his voice in a strange manner.
Several barbarians frowned and looked over. The young knight did not flinch and sneered:
"What's wrong? Did I make a mistake? Ask him what level he is? At such a low level, do you have the nerve to call yourself 'adult'?"
"I'm just a fourth-level priest and a fourth-level magician. I don't dare to call myself that." Gretel replied calmly. He stretched out his hand on his waist, took out the oak staff, and held it in his hand:
"However, the shop owner just said that his son often relapses after successful treatment. I also want to see what's going on and whether I can help them."
As soon as he took out the oak staff, a group of barbarians looked at him with friendly eyes. It was obvious that the Order of the God of Nature had a good reputation in the local area. On the contrary, the faces of the priests and knights of the Glorious Holy See were even more disgusted.
point:
"Hey, a fourth-level priest can also treat patients?"
Behind the red-robed priest who had just taken action, there was a strange shout. Immediately, a magician on Gretel's side fired back:
"Oh~~people from the Lord of Glory can also treat diseases~~~The spell model is not copied from ours..."
"Magicians can also cure diseases? Aren't there also a bunch of pagan priests in your own city?"
"It's not like you can only copy——"
The two sides kept bickering, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense. Finally, Archmage Serrano clapped his hands, stood up and walked to the middle. Just as he was about to speak, a red-robed priest walked out from the opposite side and said with a smile:
"In this case, let's compete to see whose healing skills are better?"
"How?"
"Just this little boy, let's see who can cure it better!"
"You're all done!"
"You little mage, sorry, little pagan priest, it seems that you don't think so..."
Archmage Serrano glared angrily. Grete suddenly raised his gaze:
"I reject."
"Are you going to admit defeat? You're dead?" Next to the red-robed priest, a younger white-robed priest stood up. Grete looked at him squarely and said slowly:
"I am willing to examine and perhaps treat this child. However, I will not regard it as a competition. The patient's life and health should not be used as a bargaining chip in the competition at any time."
There was a slight silence in the hall. For a moment, Old Martin stepped out of the crowd and nodded to Gret:
"I agree."
"You...Mr. Martin, which side are you on?" The white-robed priest turned around angrily. Old Martin's expression remained unchanged:
"Of course I am a servant of the Lord of Radiance. But treatment is treatment, my Lord said..."
The voices of their arguments became lower and lower. Grete ignored them, stretched out his hand to press the boy's belly, took out the stethoscope and listened, and his face became serious:
The touch feels wrong and the bowel sounds are wrong too!
How can this be considered a cure?
He raised his hand and put it down again. He looked around the hall, passing his eyes from Pastor Martin and the medical magician, and finally turned to Archmage Serrano:
"Sir, do you have any way to remove the pain-relieving magic just now?"
"What are you going to do?" Before the Archmage could speak, the barbarian shopkeeper shouted first. When he opened his mouth, the roof rumbled:
"My son just stopped hurting! Are you going to make him feel uncomfortable again?!"
Gretel: "..."
Calm down, calm down, patients and their families often do this. They come to the emergency room in excruciating pain, and ask the doctor to relieve the pain as soon as they open their mouth. If they don’t prescribe painkillers, they will immediately complain - or worse, they will immediately throw their fists.
However, when it comes to pain relief, you really can’t stop it casually!
Gretel took a step back, and Bernard took half a step forward, blocking the front of the boss. Gretel felt more secure, raised the stethoscope in his hand, and explained quickly:
"Normal people's stomachs will growl! If you listen to this, or put your ear to your stomach, anyone can hear it! But there is a soundless part in your son's stomach! This is not right, I want to
Only by knowing where he is hurting can we judge what the situation is!"
The barbarian grabbed the copper pipe. Grete let go quickly, so that a layer of skin was not peeled off on his palms. The Bolu shopkeeper took two stethoscopes, listened to five or six people in a row, and finally looked at the red-robed priest with suspicion.
:
"There is definitely something wrong with little Larry. - Then, do you have to make him feel pain before you can judge?"
"You can't stop the pain before diagnosis! Sometimes the pain stops, which will hide the true cause of the disease!" Grete spread the science knowledge skillfully:
"For example, sometimes stomachaches are caused by intestinal disease. If you stop the pain in advance, you may not even know that your intestines are perforated, and you will end up with everything rotting in your stomach! Therefore, you must not rush to stop the pain before the cause is found!"
"So serious?" Bolu shop owner was shocked:
"Then...what should we do? Can you remove the magic?"
This sentence was said to the red-robed priest. The red-robed priest had a look of displeasure on his face and turned his head without answering. Archmage Serrano smiled and stepped forward, about to perform the divine dispelling spell on the spot. Before he could take action, a burst of white light came out.
Lili, automatically emerged from the boy's body.
"It has been lifted." Old Martin said softly:
"Next, would you please take a look at this child?"
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