Chapter 42 Well, the healing technique can indeed be exchanged for money
"Henry!"
The old man frowned. While scolding, he couldn't help but shift his gaze and took a look at Grete in a hidden way.
Gretel paused as he untied the wallet strap. It seemed that the old man was suspicious of him...
It’s no wonder that people doubt his clothes. He doesn’t look like a noble, a servant doesn’t look like a servant, and an employee doesn’t look like an employee. He also sounds like he bought it for himself out of his own pocket. If his status and income don’t match, he will attract people wherever he puts it.
Doubtful.
Although he can withstand investigation, there is no need to cause trouble for himself.
Gretel remained silent and continued to take out coins from his wallet. One gold coin, two gold coins... The old man's eyes jumped and he immediately smiled apologetically:
"Guest, are you joking? It's a small business, and if it's too cheap, I'm afraid I'll lose money... If the customer doesn't have money, what's the same as buying two small bottles first?"
As he spoke, he picked up a gold coin, looked at it from left to right, blew into his ear, listened to it, and bit it with his teeth. Gretel's eyes jumped when he saw it: You are still biting at such an old age, so are you.
Don’t be afraid of chipping your teeth!
Besides, these gold coins were put in a box and buried underground for so many years. After touching this thing, I didn't dare to take anything to eat without washing my hands, but you actually put it directly in your mouth!
Gretel was thinking in random ways, staring at the gold coins, his eyes getting weirder and weirder. The old man's expression also became weird, his body arched forward, his arms spread out, and he subconsciously assumed a warning posture.
As soon as I was nervous and exerted my strength, I somehow took in a breath, and the whole gold coin rolled and went directly into my throat!
The old man's face suddenly twisted. He said "Uh-huh" several times, stretched out his hand to strangle his throat, and his eyes bulged like a frog.
its stuck?
Gold coins stuck?
Suffocated?!
Grete was startled. The young man next to him was also frightened, and went to slap the old man on the back in a panic:
"Sir! Mr. Hogan!"
The beating had no effect. The old man's fat body leaned forward and backward, he lowered his head and vomited several times, and soon his face turned purple. The young man hugged him with one hand and tried to open his mouth and pick his throat with the other hand.
At the same time, he shouted outside:
"Quick! Get the pharmacist!"
"Got it!" outside the store, the doorman agreed and ran away. If you are sick or injured, you should go to the priest, but... isn't the pharmacist right next door?
Anyway, when everyone can't afford a priest, or when the priest is too busy, they will make do by hiring a pharmacist to save people. The treatment effect can be considered effective, just injecting medicine and so on, at a slower speed...
The young waiter shouted and continued to save the old man. Unexpectedly, Grete pushed himself against the counter, jumped up, and climbed over the counter!
"What are you doing!" the young man shouted. He wanted to help the old man and drive Gretel away, so he was in a hurry. He couldn't move his hands away, so he could only yell:
"What are you doing! Get out! Get out!"
Gretel ignored him, stepped forward, pushed the young man away, and hugged the old man from behind with his hands.
After all, he is also a first-level warrior. Compared with the knights, he is weak. He can still bully the clerk and hit him every time. The young clerk was thrown away by him and slammed against the cabinet at the back. He could only shrink into a ball and shouted loudly:
"Here comes someone! - Let's grab something!"
"who!"
"who!"
There was a sound of footsteps, and a middle-aged man rushed in with a glass bottle in his left hand and a wooden spoon in his right hand - Grete probably was the pharmacist. Immediately after, the doorman rushed in, looking for sticks all over the floor, and at the same time asked Grete
shout:
"What are you doing! Let go of Mr. Hogan!"
Gretel had no time to pay attention to them. He stood in a lunge with his legs in front of him and hugged the fat old man with his arms. With a little force, the old man sank down. His fat body slipped and he sat down directly.
On Grete's right thigh, his upper body was pressed forward by him.
"What are you doing!" the pharmacist yelled. He was not young and did not dare to jump directly on the counter like Grete. He could only move his legs hard and try to rush to give the old man medicine. He was panting while running.
, and even yelled: "Let him go! Let him go! Why are you strangling him when he's stuck!"
After only half a circle, Grete had already set up his posture and started to rescue. He put his hands around the old man's armpits, made a fist with his left hand, and held his left wrist with his right hand from the front. He put the tiger's mouth of his left hand against the old man's upper abdomen, and used both arms to push forward.
Inside, close up!
wipe!
Too fat, it slipped!
I hate fat people the most! It takes an extra person to lift them up when crossing the bed. It’s not easy to reach the right place for external cardiac compression. When someone performs an abdominal surgery, you can see the abdominal cavity with one cut, but he only gets fat with one cut! Even the anesthesia and dosage have to be recalculated.
, anesthesiologists should be extremely careful!
Look at it now, the Heimlich maneuver can slide right off!
The clerk and pharmacist were still shouting. Gretel was upset and yelled: "Shut up!"
"You come out!"
The doorman looked left and right, finally grabbed a door bolt, lowered his head and ducked through the counter baffle. Grete shouted: "I'm saving him!" He moved his left fist up, and his right hand followed suit, pressing it against the fat old man's sternum. He took a deep breath.
Tone, push your arms again, close!
one time!
Twice!
boom!
The door bolt was hit hard. Grete had no time to dodge, so he could only turn his head slightly and received the blow with his left shoulder. Under the pain, his arms suddenly surged with force and hit the old man's chest hard, and struck the old man's chest for the third time.
!
"Cough!...Cough cough cough cough cough!"
The old man coughed violently. After an earth-shattering cough, he suddenly opened his mouth and spit out something. It fell on the table with a clang, and spun around a few times under the light, shining with golden light.
Gretel's whole body relaxed. He let go of his arms and raised his right hand to rub his left shoulder. At the same time, he glared at the doorman resentfully. The doorman had just hit him halfway with the second stick, and he raised his right hand high and froze in shock.
"Is this possible?!" The pharmacist froze on the spot. He let go of his right hand and the glass bottle fell to the ground, shattering with a loud thud.
"Cough cough cough cough... Huh, Huh, Huh..."
The old man coughed for a long time, finally took a breath, and turned his head. When he turned his head, he saw the doorman who was frozen in place holding a stick, and Grete, who was gasping and rubbing his shoulders. His eyes narrowed and he was stunned on the spot.
The pharmacist rushed forward desperately:
"Why is this possible? If a person is stuck, can he be rescued by hugging his chest? Please, please tell me! - I'll give you money! I'll give it all to you!"
He quickly started to dig out his pockets. He wanted to pull off his money bag, gold chain, and even the buttons on his coat - he pulled a handful but nothing happened. Gretel was sweating profusely. His right hand was busy throwing healing spells on his left shoulder, so he could only stretch out his hand.
Left hand, reluctantly pulling the opponent:
"You don't have to do this...it's just a little trick, very simple..."
Damn it! What I’m pushing against is my diaphragm. Who told you to hug your chest? If you don’t explain it clearly, it’s not harmful!
The stick on his shoulder finally stopped hurting. Gretel freed up his hands and began to make gestures and give lectures to the pharmacist. Under the light, watching the middle-aged pharmacist nod his head, his waist gradually bent forward from 5 degrees to 10 degrees.
, and gradually bent to fifteen degrees.
The fat old man opened his mouth. Sweat immediately appeared on his fat forehead.
Why did he suspect that the other party had no money just now? Why did he suspect that the gold coin came from an illegitimate source? Now, he has offended a genuine healer! Even the pharmacist next door had to listen respectfully to his lecture!
It's better now. The other party doesn't even look at him now, and is busy chatting with the pharmacist...
The old man reacted very quickly. When Grete finished speaking, he immediately bent down deeply and saluted. The fat on his belly was squeezed like this, making two folds on the spot:
"Dear Healer! Thank you for your life-saving grace, and please forgive the rudeness of the shop..."
Grete quickly stopped the lecture to help. The old man straightened up according to his strength, holding his hands on his waist, and shouted to the young clerk:
"Roger! Get what the healer wants! Frank! Get a ream of the best white paper, no, two reams! And get ten quills and two large bottles of ink! Hurry!"
A doorman and a clerk were yelled at and kept running back and forth without even touching the ground. This time, it was Gretel who was busy trying to stop him:
"No need...I can't afford these..."
"How can I ask you to pay for it?" The old man laughed, puffed out his chest and belly again, and beat his chest "bang bang". "Dear healer, you are my life-savior. If I don't talk about repaying you, I will treat you."
I have to pay the fee, right?"
"But..." The operation of the Heimlich maneuver, the diagnosis and treatment fee... well, usually in this case, you can't wait for registration and payment before treatment, but such a simple operation really costs money, maybe dozens of dollars at most, right?
"No buts! This store belongs to me. Isn't this old man's life worth a few pieces of paper?"
"...At least change it to ordinary paper...Magic paper is too expensive..."
"Then add two more reams of ordinary paper! Roger! Pack the things and send them to Mr. Healer's house!"