It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 392: Gretel cleanses the lungs, certified by the Wang family, a good helper for advancement!
Chapter 392: Gretel cleanses the lungs, certified by the Wang family, a good helper for advancement!
Rothega Firehammer has been stuck at level eight for more than ten years.
These "more than ten years" are not counted from the time he advanced to the eighth level, but after he touched the threshold of advancement and did not cross this step for more than ten years. Every time he recuperated, trained, gathered strength, and found
Opponents may challenge themselves in dangerous ways, but in the end they are always short of breath.
Well, a veritable "breath".
Rothega felt that when the battle was at its most intense, her blood would boil and her whole body would gather strength. Then, she would feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, unable to hold on for a breath. Then, she would advance or something...
goodbye.
But this time it was completely different! Ever since the lung cleansing was successful, he felt refreshed from the inside out. In Vigeland's words, "the whole person has lost two pounds." He ran, exerted force, swung the hammer, fought, and then
There is no longer that feeling of feeling tight in the chest and unable to breathe in the middle of a battle!
Evenly matched opponents!
Determination to win!
The responsibility to expel the traitors!
A critical situation!
Piles, pieces, piled up together, accumulated over more than ten years, finally, at the critical moment of life and death, the obstacles of many years were overcome in one leap!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh-" He roared and howled wildly, his eyes burning red with blood, and he hit Kai's chest with his head. There was a muffled "dong" sound, and Gray was far away across the martial arts field.
Special, everyone trembled when they heard:
How heavy the impact was!
concussion!
Skull fracture!
Epidural hematoma!
Rib fractures!
Pneumothorax and hemothorax!
Traumatic asphyxia!
A series of brain and chest traumas flashed through his mind. Gretel rubbed his hands, white light flashed on his fingertips, and stood up subconsciously:
There are several types of injuries here, and it only takes a few minutes to die! If the rescue is not done properly, it could mean one or even two lives!
Fortunately, dwarves are much thicker than humans, and the protective effect of helmets and breastplates is much stronger than Gretel expected. Kai stepped back a few steps and sat down on the ground; while Prince Rothega stood
He stood still, shook his head, and rushed forward energetically:
boom!
boom!
boom!
Grete let out a breath, sat down relaxedly and continued to watch the battle. His fingers tapped the edge of the floating dish rhythmically, sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily:
80!
80!
80!
Hey, this time it’s 40!
There is a qualitative change between the ninth level and the eighth level. Taking magicians as an example, an eighth-level mage can only release fourth-level magic, while a ninth-level mage's total amount and degree of concentration of mental power are enough to release fifth-level magic.
.
Although there are no such clear levels of warrior skills, a ninth-level warrior who has accumulated deep experience, is genuine, and has been promoted in battle is enough to beat his opponent to the ground...
"DUANG!"
"DUANG!"
"DUANG!"
Well, the battle has officially entered garbage time, hammering the turtle shell and walking...
The one-sided beating did not last long. Soon, after Kai was hammered to the ground and obviously unable to resist, two high-level warriors entered the scene. After loudly announcing the result of the battle, they dragged him like a dog to death.
Drag it out of the martial arts arena and throw it directly to the Black Rock Tribe.
Lights flashed on the sidelines, and healing spells fell one after another. However, except for the family, not many people cared about this betrayer and loser.
The dwarves of the King Selection Team rushed into the martial arts arena with cheers. Ferai, Hanna, Gavin, and even Jinna surrounded Prince Rothergar. One person on each side lifted his limbs and threw him high -
"Rosegar!"
"Rosegar!"
"Hammer of Glory!"
"New King! New King! New King!"
The cheers shook the top of the mountain. More and more dwarves rushed into the martial arts arena, surrounding Prince Rothergar and taking over the work of his teammates:
Throw people into the sky!
Not only him, but also his partners were thrown into the sky again and again. As the only girl in the team, Jin Na was not immune to this kind of celebration. Instead, she was thrown higher because of her lighter weight...
Grete was stunned, gave up the floating saucer, and leaned closer to the silver dragon girl. Let me tell you, this man and armor weighs more than 200 kilograms!
You can actually throw it so high!
Shouldn't the strength of you dwarves be used as strength?!
The celebration lasted for a full half hour. Prince Rosega was finally put down and stepped on the ground. He looked left and right, identified the direction, and immediately strode towards Grete.
The large group of people shouted and followed him. Gretel's face froze, his eyes opened wider and wider, and he raced against time to add defensive spells to himself:
Mage Armor!
Shield!
Defend against ranged weapons!
Feather fall technique!
Don't come over here!
Even if you come here, don't throw me into the sky!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Prince Rothega's face was full of excitement, and he ran faster and faster. Under Gretel's almost horrified gaze, he ran in front of him, braked suddenly, and turned back on the spot——
He grabbed one of Gretel's arms and raised it high above his head. Although he was limited by his height, even if he tried to stand on his toes and straighten his arms, he could only grab Gretel's elbow and lift it slightly above his shoulder...
…
However, no one can question the enthusiasm and sincerity of His Highness the Prince or His Highness the New King. The crowd was silent, only his passionate shouts rang out in everyone's ears:
"Let me introduce to you! This mage Gretel Nordmark is my companion in the King Selection Ceremony, and he is also a miracle doctor! It was he who washed my lungs with his own hands and cured my chest tightness. Today I
Only then can we advance!"
"What? Lung cleansing?"
"Is it true that you can't wash away the dead?"
"Can I still advance?"
There was a commotion around the martial arts arena. Old, young, young, humans, dwarves, barbarians, orcs...
All eyes were fixed on Gretel's face, as if he had the entire instruction manual written on it, and an additional seal of "For Royal Family, Quality Guaranteed".
this……
I really want to promote the effect of lung washing, but now it seems that the effect is too good...
Grete responded with a stiff face and a smile, as if she had already seen the miserable life of having surgery in the morning, surgery in the afternoon, and leaving her left hand at night, from 8 a.m. to 12 p.m. every day. Beside her, Miss Silver Dragon's smiling eyes curled up, and she looked towards him.
He raised his thumb:
"Well done!"
Even so many great healers can’t do it! Only Gretel can!
"Gretel Nordmark..."
Archbishop Geroni lowered his eyes, his face was as usual, neither happy nor angry. He moved his lips gently, and his voice, as thin as a mosquito fly, reached the ears of his surrounding subordinates, and it was unusually clear:
"Remember this name. When we go back...add him to the roster so that the referee will pay special attention to it and look for opportunities."
"yes!"
The priests bowed their heads and responded. In the stands in the distance, Archmage Serrano waved away the Sharp Eyes spell and said to the mages around him:
"Get ready to negotiate. Let's help Gretel negotiate a good agreement. Look at this, the little guy may not be able to leave until those dwarf priests learn how to wash their lungs..."
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