In fact, if he really grits his teeth and fights, he may not be able to push it. The original person is also a first-level warrior, and his strength and combat effectiveness are much better than those of civilians. But why?
I am a mage!
I am an elegant mage!
I have changed my profession, it is no longer a warrior or a physics profession!
You should wave your staff and recite incantations. Anything that weighs more than five pounds and cannot be lifted by the mage's hands should be handed over to others!
He took a step back, gave up his position, and motioned to the white-haired old man to hold the broken ends on both sides. With such a big man who can carry a person with one hand and can run as fast as flying, why do you need my strength?
The magical aura shone brightly. Gretel put his hands on the old man's hands, gently pushed and pulled them, guiding the old man to exert force, and kept giving orders:
"A little forward, a little further, okay, take your right hand back, no, go back a little, okay! Align it! Slowly let it get closer, and then get closer! Stop! Wait!"
The muscles in the old man's arms tensed quietly. He turned his face and gave Gretel a strange look.
Grete smiled at him sarcastically.
The duration of detecting magic is over...
This thing is too short. Every time a spell is cast, it can only last 1 minute/level according to the level of the mage. Gretel is currently a mage apprentice and is regarded as level 0.5. He releases detection magic once and it can only last 30 seconds...
…
Gretel took a few breaths, closed his eyes and concentrated, and cast the spell again. The magic aura lit up again, illuminating the broken bones in the meditation field of vision, guiding the direction of bone setting. Gretel pushed and pulled with his hands, and gave orders from his mouth. The white-haired old man was also very interested.
With cooperation, the broken tibia and fibula were finally reset before the end of another 30 seconds.
"alright……"
Gretel let go of his hand, plopped, and fell to the ground. The consequences of casting four spells in a short period of time finally appeared: his forehead was swollen, his head was buzzing, and his temples were throbbing with pain. Gretel closed his eyes
My eyes were resting on their own when I heard the old man say in surprise:
"It's absolutely perfect!—how did you do it?"
"I can see...with magic..."
Grete answered weakly. He immediately heard the next question: "What next? What should we do?"
Gretel really wanted to say that you should throw away the treatment skills and leave me alone. But the patient was lying there. The more precise the treatment, the better the prognosis. He couldn't help but struggle to get up and give instructions. Gretel opened his eyes, struggled to sit up, and put his head
Go see:
"etc……"
Fortunately, the duration of the mage's hand has not ended yet. Grete tried hard to pick up his energy and continued to control the spell. In a moment, the large blood vessels on both sides were slowly pulled out and pulled together.
Grete turned his head and pursed his lips at the white-haired old man:
"Then, connect these two blood vessels."
"Hey, what are you..."
The old man's face was full of surprise. He leaned down and took a closer look, and even stretched out his hand to touch:
"...Mage's hand? Use it like this?"
"Yes." Grete smiled slightly, showing modesty. "It's convenient, and it's clean." Tissue tweezers should be carried with you and sterilized in advance!
The old man repeated "convenient, clean" several times in a low voice, and stretched out his finger. A white light flew out of the fingertips and fell on the blood vessels. The millimeter-diameter blood vessels healed immediately. Gretel let go of the mage's hand, and soon, bright red
Colorful blood rushed through.
That's it... I can't handle my nerves or anything...
Gretel secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He continued to give instructions: "Connect the bones inside... Yes, be more precise in the treatment. Connect the bones first, and let me see... It's no problem. Wait, let me sort out the muscles...
…”
Hands of the Mage! Up!
The translucent, tangible hands were raised again, combing the muscles carefully.
The damaged muscles, which were pierced by bone stubble, were combed individually. Gretel and the white-haired old man cooperated tacitly. He separated one strip and the old man threw a healing spell. After combing them all, Gretel closed his eyes and lifted his waist again.
collapsed:
"Okay...all--done!"
Without him having to say anything, the old man threw another ray of white light over to heal the damaged skin. Then he stroked the injured leg with his hands, pressing left and right, and he became more and more surprised:
"The cost of healing has been reduced by half! - How did you do that?"
"Manual bone setting, dismantling tasks..." Gretel's voice became smaller and smaller, his words became stagnant, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep at any moment. He did not forget to give instructions while he was shaking:
"Remember to throw some healing spells on his chest and abdomen. If he fell from such a high place, I'm worried about damage to his internal organs...many things can't be revealed by physical examination alone..."
The old man did as he was told. After throwing down a few treatments, the patient became energetic and sat up without any support. As soon as his legs hit the ground, he screamed:
"ah!!!"
Gretel was frightened and woke up on the spot! He rushed forward, and with the strength of a mere first-class soldier, he actually got in front of the old man, grabbed the wounded man and checked him up and down. After a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief:
"It's nothing serious. It's just an injury on the foot. It's most likely a fracture of the calcaneus...just throw in a healing spell."
Another fracture? The old man stopped releasing the healing technique:
"Can you still see the fractured area...?"
Grete had a bitter look on his face. He raised his head and looked at the old man weakly:
"The spell is used up..."
Gretel's current mental power can release five zero-level magics a day, and he has used them all just now: three times to detect magic variant
:
Wait until tomorrow.
Oh, I still have to sleep for eight hours that night.
...So the mage is really not a profession that can stay up all night. Thank God, 996 is no longer needed.
Finished?
A smile flashed in the old man's eyes. The news he received earlier was that this young man was still a mage apprentice, and he had just become a mage apprentice. After meeting, there were five magic fluctuations in a row. Sure enough, the magic was used up and could no longer be released...
…
He took out a small bottle from his belt. After thinking about it, he put it back, reached into his arms, took out another bottle, and handed it to Gretel:
"Just a drop will do."
A small bottle with the length of the index finger and the thickness of the thumb. Gretel took it in his hand and looked at it: the mouth of the bottle was plugged with a cork, and the potion inside was flowing brightly, and the green color was very beautiful. But this is green! The life potion is red,
The magic potion is blue, what is your green one?
It can’t be poison, right?!
He looked at the old man for help, but got no answer. He uncorked the bottle, flicked the air around the mouth of the bottle with his palm, and smelled it carefully. A cool breath rushed over, and Gretel's nose felt sour, and he almost got a typhoon.
A sneeze.
…It doesn’t seem like it’s poison?
Moreover, my mind seems to be a little fresher!
Grete's eyes lit up. He followed the old man's instructions and carefully leaned over the bottle, trying to drink only one drop... Wouldn't you give a dropper for such a small amount? Just pour it into your mouth like this, and it would be easy to drink it all in one gulp.
So light!
A drop of coolness exploded on the tip of the tongue and quickly expanded. It filled the mouth, rushed up to the nasal cavity, and spread to the brain. Gretel shivered, and the fatigue and dizziness after the spell was instantly washed away.
"I can do it again!" He jumped up: "Hold his feet and prepare, I will cast the spell!"
In the meditation environment, the bright magical aura shines again.
Grete cooperated with the old man to reset the injured calcaneus, and the treatment was completed. The injured and his family were grateful, but the old man didn't care at all. He pulled Grete around three times and escaped from the crowd. Seeing that Grete was very cooperative and followed him to escape.
, the old man patted his shoulder with satisfaction and asked with a smile:
"Are you the child who was inspired by the God of Nature?"