Isn't stealing a picture considered stealing? Or is it just plain robbery?
Gretel opened his mouth and decided not to get entangled with the bishop. He continued to yell at the Knight of Barron:
"Besides, even if it's cut, how can I pull your muscles? With my hands?!"
"...Why can't you use your hands?"
Gretel was furious. He sat back down, took a few deep breaths, and couldn't help but begin to doubt his life. -Have I deteriorated in my ability to educate patients about science? It's obvious that everyone has explained to this extent in his previous life.
Got it!
Moreover, the bald bishop clearly understood...how could these knights still...
Forget it, the big boss's understanding should not be compared with that of a spell caster. How to explain it... Could it be an on-site surgery...
good idea!
Grete's eyes lit up. He collected his emotions, stood up calmly, and smiled at Knight Barron:
"Let's do this. I'll find a pig leg - or a leg of lamb. Cut it up on the spot and you'll know how to do the treatment. - Lord Bishop, can you wait for me for a moment?"
"Where are you going to find pig legs at this late hour?" The bald bishop frowned. After thinking about it, he turned his back on his guests, picked up Gretel and left: "Forget it, come with me!"
"—Wait! My scalpel! Knife!"
The bald bishop strode ahead. Grete was dragged by one hand and staggered, running out of breath. The surgical instruments carried in the other hand were tossed around, and finally it was Flynn Knight who looked at it.
Unable to catch his eye, he stepped forward and reached out to carry the surgical box over.
Gretel followed the bishop, and the light became brighter and livelier as he walked. As he walked, the lights in front of him were brightly lit, and the smoke was rising. There were dozens of men inside, shouting, laughing and cursing, but it was a tavern. The bald bishop bumped into it.
Go in and shout:
"Old man, do you have any pork legs?"
"There's still half a bar!" The person from the back of the counter responded: "Can I bake it for you?"
"I'm going to give birth! - Take me to the kitchen!"
The bishop answered loudly. He walked straight through the crowd, and the three knights strode behind him. The men drinking and chatting in the bar suddenly separated, just like Moses parted the Red Sea. A young man named Gretel was caught in the middle, but it went smoothly.
I sneaked in without being stopped outside the kitchen door.
The kitchen was extremely busy. A chef and three or four workers were shuttled back and forth, wishing that everyone would step on a halo of acceleration. When the bald bishop entered the door, he ran to the meat counter, grabbed the pork leg, and looked at it.
, turned to ask Grete:
"Can it be used?"
"-put down my legs!"
There was a roar from the opposite side. The chef swung his kitchen knife and came over to kill him. At the last moment, he stopped dangerously: "Lord, Your Majesty the Bishop!"
The bald bishop nodded casually, still staring at Grete. Grete stretched his neck to study the pig leg, and found that the joints at both ends of the big bone had been cut off, and immediately shook his head. The bald bishop immediately put down the pig leg:
"Any leg of lamb?"
"No……"
The bald bishop frowned. The chef looked over, whipped the pig's leg, and ran away, as if he was afraid that the pig's leg would be snatched away a second later. The bald bishop ignored him, thought for a moment, and asked Gray
special:
"Is it okay to live?"
"Fine……"
Before Grete could react, he answered instinctively. The bald bishop nodded, stood up and left. After a while, under Grete's shocked eyes, he brought in a bleating live sheep and threw it directly on the meat case: "
Can it be used?"
Lord Bishop!
You really caught me now!
Grete was stunned. Seeing that he didn't answer, the bald bishop coughed and asked again: "Can it be used?"
"It works, it works!" Gretel reacted and quickly replied: "That's it..."
"Just what?"
Grete stretched out his hand. The live sheep pawed in panic, almost kicking his hand. He immediately flinched, turned his head, and opened his hands to the bishop.
Well, that's it. If you bring a living thing over and it doesn't turn over for me, how can I do an operation? - A stick is also numb!
The bald bishop laughed. He lowered his head to pray a few words and snapped his fingers. In an instant, white light flashed like arrows and spears, and tied the live sheep to the chopping board. The sheep raised its hooves to the sky and scratched its hooves twice in panic.
His nose was still twitching, but he couldn't even make a whimpering sound.
Ah... This operation will make you feel more comfortable... Gretel sighed happily, stood in front of the meat case, and looked around:
"Uncle Flynn, please give me the box. Uncle Ciro, you can see more clearly if you stand on the left side. You don't have to stand on tiptoe like this... Mr. Bishop, it's a bit dark here. Can you please cast a lighting spell?"
At this time, the bar owner also slipped in and poked his head together with the chef, looking at the bald bishop and the sheep he brought in. Unexpectedly, at a glance, the bald bishop was just standing sideways, while Gretel was standing steadily in front of the case.
He opened the wooden box and picked up the scalpel.
As soon as Grete took possession of the knife, he immediately gained the aura of speaking his mind. Just like he had done thousands of surgeries in his previous life, and when he taught intern doctors, he acted neatly and ordered at the same time:
"Then, before treatment, you need to shave the surrounding hair cleanly. - Mr. Barron, don't laugh, if you really have to shave then, you'd better find a knife to shave yourself - and then cut the skin first,
No need to cut too deep…”
At this point, the tip of the knife had already cut into the skin of the mutton leg, making a light cut. The skin cracked in response to the knife, and the blood underneath seemed to be stunned. There was a pause visible to the naked eye before a trace of blood appeared.
"Wow……"
There was a low exclamation in the kitchen. The boss who came in to watch the excitement and the little workers who helped the chef all had their mouths opened, watching the bald bishop's instructions and movements. When he said to shepherd the sheep, he shepherded the sheep, and when he said to put on the light, he tied the sheep.
Use the lighting technique. The boss even poked the chef:
"Hey, who is this young man?"
"Do not talk!"
The chef sprayed it back without thinking. He stared at the scalpel flying in Gretel's hand, unable to take his eyes away:
"This knife technique is so beautiful... It cuts with one knife, only hurting the skin but not the flesh, and not much blood comes out. It's beautiful!"
Grete himself is not very satisfied. To be honest, he is more familiar with human skin. With one knife, he can definitely cut only the skin without damaging the underlying fascia. In his previous life, he had dissected mice and rabbits, but it really didn't matter.
After dissecting a sheep, Gretel looked at the blood marks on the scalpel and sighed softly:
"This knife is not fast enough... Mr. Barron, if the knife is faster, when I cut your wrist open, the bleeding can be reduced by half..."
"I'll find a way to find a knife!" Knight Barron responded. Gretel sighed:
"Not just any knife will do, it has to be the shape I want... Next, pull the skin to both sides, so as to cause the least damage. Lord Bishop, please pull the hook!"
He gave an order, and the bald bishop took the hook obediently and pulled it back. Grete looked at the hook with half his eyes, and kept moving:
"Pull back, pull back, a little harder... Okay, that's it, hold on!"
The chef and the bar owner were dumbfounded. The bald bishop said nothing and tried hard to pull the hook...