Knight Barron left with a lot of gratitude. Even though he was not cured, or even started treatment at all, Grete's hard work was worthy of his sincere gratitude.
Gretel didn't care about his thanks. Before leaving, he held the hand of Knight Barron and kept telling him:
"Don't smoke! Don't smoke again when you go back! - If you smoke, it won't be easy for your hands to heal!"
"Why?"
"Just listen to me!" Gretel pushed him out with all his strength. Tobacco, nicotine, and nicotine will cause blood vessels to spasm, making it difficult to heal wounds. Most obviously, fingers after severed limbs are replanted are prone to necrosis. Barron Knight
Although it is a wrist tendon surgery, it is always better to have less impact.
But you want me to explain to you what nicotine is?
Thank you, forget it, just be obedient!
After seeing off the guests, Grete returned to the table and started to draft. - To be rich, you are happy. There are two thousand pieces of paper piled at home. You can write whatever you want. It doesn't matter if you tear one piece apart. You won't need it again.
Scratching So So Sou filled the seams of the paper with writing!
He sorted out his thoughts, first wrote the medical record in a quick and easy way, then dipped it in ink and wrote down one line at a time on the manuscript paper:
Anesthesia, hemostasis, disinfection, surgery.
Anesthesia: Ask the Temple of the God of War if there are ready-made magic spells. If so, do an experiment to determine the result; if not, ask the pharmacist. Hemlock, datura, henbane, belladonna; ask if there are corresponding magic spells;
Hemostasis: tourniquet, hemostatic forceps, magic to stop bleeding
Disinfection: wash your hands, prepare spirits, and sterilize all instruments and clothes at high temperature beforehand
Gretel put a question mark on the word "instrument". He swore to Hippocrates that he really didn't have the mouth of a lion. He only prepared two hemostats and three tissue tweezers. Just in case.
What should I do if an accident occurs and I continue to use the instrument after it is contaminated?
Holy light disinfection?
Flame disinfection?
It would be great if the mage's hand could be used instead of tissue tweezers... That thing is not physical, so there is probably no need to worry about contamination...
Just, I still have to work hard to learn magic!
He recited the word lists he copied today and yesterday, and fell asleep. When he got up the next morning, he went to the city guard's barracks to get a horse, got on his horse, and went straight to the magic tower.
He borrowed the horse from the city guard - or in other words, it was given to him by Captain Flynn because he sold his face. When he comes to the Magic Tower, he keeps it in the stable and gives the caretaker 5 silver coins every month. When he returns to the city, he will return the horse.
Military nutrition. The time saved can copy 20 more pages of words every day!
Got money!
We can afford to foster horses!
And the standard of living has gone up!
The monthly salary increased from 5 silver coins to 15 silver coins, and he received a large income of 10 gold coins at once. There is no need to worry about the cost of copying books in the short term! Gretel took a bite of white bread with cheese and another bite of bacon.
, so beautiful.
After lunch, continue copying the dictionary! After copying the dictionary, translate the magic book and see what magic in the book can be used for surgery!
Just as he was thinking happily, there was a "squeak" behind him, and the door opened wide. Gretel turned around and saw a little boy jumping in from outside. He looked like a kid from a wealthy family, wearing a shirt and tie, breeches, leather boots, and velvet.
On the coat, a row of silver buttons sparkled.
Seeing Grete looking at him, the child immediately slowed down, his face was stern, and his hands were behind his back. He was obviously only a little less than ten years old, but he looked so old-fashioned, which made Grete want to laugh.
Newcomer coming?
Oops, I can’t copy books today!
I don’t know how long this child will stay. If he stays here all the time, he will have to find other ways to copy books... Fortunately, I put everything away during lunch...
Grete thought quickly and said "Hello" casually. After saying this, he raised his eyes and saw the person following the boy, and immediately stood up:
"Master Elliot."
Master Elliot nodded to Gretel and turned to leave. The boy watched him leave and suddenly rushed to Gretel and made a face at him:
"Who are you?"
"I am--"
The boy obviously had no intention of waiting for Gretel's answer. After making a face, he ran to the corner and rummaged to himself while looking through Gretel's backpack. Without even rummaging through it twice, he pulled out a stack of writing paper and flipped it:
"What are you doing? Wow, you are copying books!"
"Shh!"
Gretel hurriedly stopped. He wanted to reach out to grab it, but he was afraid of tearing the manuscript paper, so he raised his hand and stopped. He turned around suddenly, and outside the library, Master Eliot happened to look over. He looked at Gretel as if nothing had happened.
Walk away slowly.
Grete felt a little more relieved. Looking inside, the boy had already started giggling, shaking some pieces of manuscript paper. Sometimes he held them in front of him, sometimes he hid them behind him, and ran around the room:
"You're copying the book? You're finished! Mr. Master said, you can only read it, not copy it!"
The paper was not considered strong in the first place, but when he shook it back and forth like this, it made a "tear" sound, and one piece of paper was torn on the spot. Grete became anxious:
"Hey, give it back to me!"
He went up to grab it. The boy dodged left and right, giggling, and suddenly slipped under the table. Before Gretel could bend down, he heard the child shout:
"You still dare to rob! How dare you rob books! - Mr. Elliot, someone is copying books secretly! Mr. Elliot!"
The child's voice was loud and sharp. When he shouted, the bottom of the Magic Tower was buzzing with echoes. Gretel was too late to stop him. Just as he was about to go up and cover his mouth, a majestic voice sounded outside the library:
"what happened?"
Gretel stopped and turned his head. Outside the door, Eliot had already bowed and saluted:
"teacher."
Oops... I was hit by the real owner. Gretel secretly screamed in pain and could only salute:
"Your Majesty the Master."
"What are you arguing about?" Master Hermann stepped in. It was still the red robe that was tightly tied around his belly, and it was still the same pair of shining eyes. With just one glance, a few scattered manuscript papers floated up and flew automatically.
into his hands.
I can't escape... I originally wanted to make some achievements and ask someone to request it, but it's only been two and a half days! Can you tell what I'm doing in two and a half days? Can I impress this mage?
Or, is it too late for me to defect to the Necromancer now? Maybe I will be killed by a fireball? No, I probably still can’t do the fireball. This is a library after all, so I’m afraid it will burn...
Gretel was thinking in confusion. His heart was beating wildly, his breathing was getting faster and faster, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. It seemed that he was indeed nervous. Adrenaline was being secreted in large quantities, constricting blood vessels and increasing the heart rate...
Gretel was surprised that he still had such fantasies. He took a step forward, held his head high, and looked straight into Master Gehrman's eyes. He spoke calmly and defended himself:
"I didn't copy it according to the book. I just did some sorting and excerpting to make it easier for me to remember."
"You're not just copying a book!" the boy said loudly. But Master Hermann raised a hand to stop his argument. His thick eyebrows frowned slightly, he looked at several pieces of manuscript paper in his hand, and suddenly said: