It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 757: How to avoid being beaten to death while treating your senior brother? (Monthly ticket adds 1 update)
Chapter 757: How to avoid being beaten to death while treating your senior brother? (Monthly ticket adds 1 update)
Grete stood outside the door of the teacher's study room, waiting impatiently. For a long time, his legs felt sore from standing, and then he waited until the door of the study room opened, and the two senior brothers and sisters filed in.
Walked out.
"Little Gretel? What are you doing?"
Archmage Baierbo stopped and was surprised. Grete turned his head slightly, stared at his cheek, raised his hand to grab it. Then he leaned over him, and his eyes fell on the senior sister's shoulder:
"I'll accompany you to the doctor!"
The archmage was startled. Then he smiled and slapped Grete on the shoulder with his thick palm:
"Little guy! You still remember our injuries! Do you want to take a look first?"
Gretel stared at his face carefully, but shook his head.
A level 17 or 18 archmage will never run out of medicines such as healing potions when going on a mission; even if they are lacking during the journey, they will definitely make up for it in the few days after returning.
If it cannot be cured, it means that the injury is either quite serious or there is something very troublesome.
No matter what it is, it's not something he, a level 7 mage, can master.
I read related books before and found that the injuries of high-level professionals in this world can really make the patient hold on, inflict damage on the healer, and even cause a double kill...
But Grete really wanted to see it. Any doctor who saw a rare case would be eager to squeeze in and take a look.
He relied on the fact that the patient was his senior brother and sister, and Gretel was so shameless that he followed him.
While messing around, I also rubbed myself in between the senior brothers and sisters, walking quickly and slowly, looking left and right, and talking here and there:
"By the way, senior brother and sister, the CT project is the project that uses [detection magic] to rotate around people and detect the inside of the human body..."
"how?"
"I've told the medical branch that there is a sub-project that we might ask you to participate in. See if you are interested..."
"Hey, little Grete, I'll give your senior brother and sister some work." Archmage Philby paused in her steps, half-smiling but not smiling:
"What project is it? Are you sure we are available? Are you interested?"
"I must be interested!" Gretel slid down two steps and was a little further away from her. Oh no, senior sister is eager to try, but don't pinch his ears!
"Just to see if there is any way to reduce the level of the [Detection Magic] light source as much as possible. Or, to find other alternatives, such as X-rays."
"X-ray? Why do you say this should be used? What else do you know?"
Gretel, haha. When taking plain films or doing CT, X-rays must be used. It was because we couldn’t find X-rays that we used [Detection Magic] instead.
But of course she couldn't tell the truth to her senior brother. Gretel found an excuse without thinking:
"Because when Cerela talked about this ray, she directly summoned it, then stretched out her hand and said that she could see the bones! Although we can't see it with our eyes, I think there is always a way to see it?
"
"Well, indeed." To his surprise, Archmage Baierbo nodded immediately.
He has been involved in the X-ray project for almost a year, and has gained a lot of experience. For example, on the issue of "how to see X-rays", a group of his disciples and disciples worked on it and have already solved it.
Anyway, this group of guys usually have nothing to do. Rather than the 10 of them combined being unable to match the output of Grete alone, why not do something for the teacher.
"They came up with a potion and put it on the film you made. When it is X-rayed, there will be an image on the film. They took turns taking pictures before, including the whole body and one hand...
"
Gretel:!!!
Senior brother, don’t be like this!
Don’t think it’s okay to use X-rays on your body!
Don't think of this as a fashion, just take a picture of yourself, take a picture of your disciples, and then invite other magicians to come over and take a picture!
In his previous life, the first group of scientists who studied X-rays were almost wiped out in this way. Not only that, the most popular thing in society at that time was to take an X-ray of yourself:
An X-ray machine was set up in the photography studio to take pictures of skulls and hand bones;
The clothing store set up an X-ray machine to pat the spine and ribs;
The shoe store built an X-ray machine and launched an X-ray bone shoe selection project...
All kinds of tricks, Grete felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up when he thought about them.
It can only be said that in terms of the spirit of jumping to death, human beings are only better at jumping, not the best. Compared with ordinary people, magicians are at least 10 to 20 times more willing to jump to death.
"Senior brother, are you wearing lead clothes? Are you really wearing lead clothes? You can't take random pictures of this thing because it's okay..."
Grete asked almost tremblingly. Hey, how can we prove to our senior brother that X-rays are really harmful to the human body?
Should we conduct a group of animal experiments, or try to drag a prophecy mage over and let him experience it for himself?
"Okay, don't worry, your senior brother is not that stupid." Baerbo looked at Gretel with a smile. He raised his hand and wanted to rub his hair, but finally put it down:
"I've worn lead clothes and taken protective measures. Everything will be fine. If there are really disobedient ones, I have no choice but to let them go. After all..."
The two brothers looked at each other and shrugged. After all, even if there is a fool who pours liquid nitrogen into his stomach, you can't stop him from seeking death.
The three brothers chatted and rushed all the way to the territory of Bielsa, the editor-in-chief of the journal "Medical Research" and the 18th-level great magician.
Seeing the elevator rising slowly and about to reach the target floor, Baierbo gently pushed his junior brother back:
"Follow us and don't wander around. Bielsa is the highest-level magician in the medical branch. The courtesy he receives is always only a little lower than that of a legend. Even if his disciples have a bad attitude, don't be angry...
…”
With a "ding-dong" sound, the elevator door slid open. Two young magicians, one on the left and one on the right, stood by the door, bowing slightly at the same time:
"Dear Archmage, please go this way! Our editor-in-chief is treating patients and will be here shortly. Please come and sit inside first."
In Grete's eyes, the layout of the entire waiting area is roughly the waiting hall, and the first clinic room, the second clinic room, the third clinic room... a total of six clinic rooms. Each one has its door closed, and it is not known whether there is anyone inside.
Diagnosis or treatment.
There are two rows of sofas in the waiting hall, about half full of people. There is no triage table, no guiding nurse, and no doctor patrolling around to rush to someone who is in trouble.
Anyway, the casters can directly cast the healing spell, so it will probably be quicker to rescue them?
However, Master Baierbo and his party were not arranged on the sofa. Instead, they passed over other patients and were directly invited into a consulting room. The healer in the consulting room diligently asked them to sit down, asked about the situation one by one, and took notes:
"What do you call this Archmage? Archmage Baierbo, level 18, affiliated with Thunder Horn? Okay, what makes you uncomfortable?"
"...Fighting a high-level monster, residual energy is left on the wound and the wound heals poorly? Okay, wait a moment and I will report to the teacher, who will deal with it for you as soon as possible."
"Fighting a high-level monster, the remaining life core of the monster is stained on the wound, and it cannot be removed? Can you let me take a look at the wound... Okay, I will report to the teacher later..."
"Mage Nordmark? You came here specially. Did you discover anything new? Do you need to notify other editors?"
Archmage Baierbo: "..."
Why are you so familiar with them after not seeing each other for two months? We have to queue up when we come to see them!
...Well, it seems that your "I told the medical branch that we have a project cooperation" was directly communicated to the highest-level healer, the editor-in-chief of "Medical Research"!
Archmage Bielsa quickly finished his work. While greeting each other with the Lord of Thunder, the two archmages also nodded to Gretel, with a slight smile in their tone:
"Master Nordmark, come here with your senior brother and sister? Are you so worried?"
"I just came to see you." Gretel stood at the end of the table, his back straight, looking like an obedient little junior brother:
"I have never seen the injuries caused by high-level monsters, and I want to follow them to see."
Archmage Baierbo looked sideways. If Gretel is a relative or friend of the patient, then of course you can watch it as you like, but you won’t learn from it anyway; however, he also has another identity as a healer!
Even Master Bielsa's own disciples cannot just watch. Do you want to see other people's experience and other people's techniques without paying any price?
Just as he was about to say politely, "I'm sorry, Little Grete is still young," he saw Archmage Bielsa smile heartily and extend his palm:
"No problem, let's come together. Shall we go to the treatment room?"
Grete didn't recognize most of the magic tools in the treatment room. Only, above the treatment bed in the center, hung a big shadowless lamp. It could be moved throughout the room, and the height could be adjusted from 1 meter to 2.5 meters, and it could be adjusted 360 degrees.
Adjust the angle, adjustable aperture 1-3 turns...
Cold light deluxe version, with 108 eternal flame silver rods.
Grete himself only took one sample and was reluctant to pay for a second one.
Archmage Baierbo lay down on the treatment bed. Just when he was about to close his eyes and receive treatment, he suddenly turned his head and flicked in the direction of Gretel. At the same time, the other two archmages took action at the same time, and three magical forces collided silently.
Got together.
They were all high mage armors, and they collided with each other. None of them fell on Gretel.
...The three monks had no water to eat.
Grete silently cursed, filling himself up with defense. Senior Sister Philby was still not at ease, so she pulled him behind, blocked him with her body, and threw a secret eye:
"Just look at it this way! Stay away from him! Those three scratches are not good things!"
Before he finished speaking, endless black light erupted on Archmage Baierbo's cheek. Even if Gretel was hiding behind his senior sister, the mage's armor was still clanking, and several sinister sounds were made in succession.
...If I were to do this myself, I would probably be beaten to death on the spot!
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