It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 759: I can’t even do surgery if I don’t have the strength (monthly ticket adds 2 updates)
Chapter 759: I can’t even do surgery if I don’t have the strength (monthly ticket adds 2 updates)
Healing the wound on Archmage Baierbo's cheek, the 18th-level healer was already sweating profusely. He wiped the sweat and sighed to Archmage Baierbo:
"This injury is really difficult to treat! Such a high strength texture, a dark and bloody smell... Really, it's so close that I can't cure it all at once!"
Archmage Baierbo thanked him profusely and gave him a pair of front paws of the golden cat as a small gift in addition to the medical fee. Archmage Bielsa took the cat's paws and looked left and right, and suddenly realized:
"So you were injured like this! No wonder! I thought"
Having said this, he quickly swallowed it back. Baierbo's face froze: "What do you think?"
Archmage Bielsa smiled coquettishly and did not answer, but his eyes slipped to the lady next to him. Gretel quickly bit his lips and suppressed a smile:
Where did this go?
The grape trellis collapsed?
Or was he caught by a succubus or something like that and got a claw on his face?
It is said that the status of doctors in this world is really high, and they really dare to speak out. In his previous life, a doctor would have dared to speak so openly. Being complained about was a trivial matter, and even if he was punched in the face, he would probably not be able to deal with it.
Archmage Bielsa obviously felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so he started chatting and changed the subject. He held his front paw, which was larger than his own hand, looked left and right, pinched a nail and pushed it in and out, and sighed:
"This high-level monster is not easy to mess with. Judging from the degree of its strength, if it goes one step further, it will become a demigod, right?"
"No matter what, he is still a beast. He has not crossed this step, but he is still easy to beat." Archmage Baierbo smiled proudly. He turned his eyes sideways and saw Gretel staring at the pair of claws without blinking. He reached out and patted him on the shoulder:
"Okay, I'll leave a nail for you to play with later. You're not strong enough yet, so don't scratch your skin, do you understand?"
Gretel: "...Okay...thank you, senior brother..."
I don’t want to use it to test my defense! I just want to use it to collect some samples to see if there are any special bacteria on the animals in the New World!
He muttered in his mind and kept thinking about drawing circles with cat nails. Archmage Bielsa turned to the lady and bowed slightly:
"Ma'am, let's take a look at your situation. There is a dressing room here. Would you like to change clothes first so that we can treat you?"
"Ah, no need." Archmage Philby smiled heartily. She could not see how she moved. The long skirt on her body slowly deformed, and the sleeves on her left shoulder shrank, becoming a narrow strip hanging around her neck.
The entire left arm, together with the bandaged shoulder, was completely exposed, all the way to the end of the collarbone. The bandage automatically flew up, one circle, two circles, three circles...
Gretel took a deep breath.
The round and white shoulders are covered with dark green moss, which is terrifyingly colorful. As soon as it sees the air, or in other words, as soon as it loses the suppression of the bandage, it immediately stands upright tremblingly, and grows when it sees the wind.
Gretel even saw two dark green mosses next to each other, with their leaves touching each other. There was a "pop" and a gentle bubble sound, and a small cluster of moss suddenly grew on the floor next to it.
"Ruined……"
Grete gasped. Moss, it, it reproduces with spores! Spores are floating all over the sky. It would be better if it floats to the floor, but if it floats to people's lungs...
"Gretel! Back off!"
The two senior brothers and sisters gave orders at the same time. While talking, they already took action:
Archmage Baierbo waved a flame shield, fell to the ground, and caught the moss upside down. Archmage Philby flicked her nails, and the air shattered into tiny pieces, intertwined with lightning. In the crackle, there was no one who knew how many spores,
The ground was blown to ashes.
At the same time, a layer of soft and bright flame clothes fluttered and spread out against Gretel's body. It grew from small to large, from the inside out. Before Gretel could react, the three feet around him had been swept away.
After doing it once, open a golden-red mask.
Grete: "..." Senior brother is mighty! Senior sister is mighty!
He took three steps and two steps at a time, rushed behind his senior brother, and hid tightly. Archmage Bielsa frowned and looked at the moss on the lady's shoulder for a while, then used his mental strength to sense it, and said hesitantly:
"It looks like this can only be cut out with a knife. Madam, I didn't know you..."
"No problem. Come on!"
"Then please wait a moment. I'll go to Black Crow Swamp and invite a friend over. I'm not good at cutting knives on the human body. It's best to invite a necromancer to come over..."
Gretel once again popped up from behind his senior brother.
Archmage Bielsa's lips moved slightly. After a moment, he heard the sound of opening and closing the door outside. It was obvious that a student had gone out to look for someone.
"I'll do it! I'm familiar with this!!!"
"Don't make trouble!"
The senior brothers and sisters scolded in unison. Archmage Baierbo simply shook his hands, and the layer of flame clothing suddenly tightened, wrapped around Grete and dragged him back:
"Stand away! In front of this kind of thing, it's already a lot of trouble for us to save your life!"
...Whew, the strength is too low, this is the trouble. Grete lowered his head in annoyance:
The level is too low, and he is not even qualified to observe the operation. He has to rely on the protection of his senior brothers and sisters. He cannot even perform the operation...
Although the senior sister is a magician, not a warrior, she is a 16th-level magician whose body has been strengthened countless times. He probably can't even cut his skin. What kind of cutting and treatment at the same time, just joking, draining his whole body, probably
None of them can be cured.
When he was frustrated, Archmage Bielsa had turned away, his lips moving slightly.
A wave of [Messaging Technique] drifted past, and the sound of opening and closing the door was immediately heard outside. It was obvious that a student ran out and went to the Tower of Sleeplessness next door to invite someone.
But Gretel still wanted to struggle. He bent his left leg forward and pushed his right leg straight back. He used all his strength to resist the drag of Yanyi and argued loudly:
"I can do it! I really can! I don't have to do it myself! I can put a skeleton in it and help the Archmage, pull hooks, pass hemostats, and be an assistant! I'll be in the next room, just watch with my secret eyes!"
Archmage Bielsa did not want to get involved in the internal debate within their sect. Seeing that the dark green moss on the ground had been burned away, he called two mages to carefully shovel away the ashes and carefully put them in a box.
This is a high-level plant that can hurt the Archmage. Even the residue is valuable, so you must collect it carefully!
Outside the moss circle, a flame shield rose on the spot, weaving a flame net around Gretel and continuing to drag it out. Gretel struggled hard:
"If you go to the people in Black Crow Swamp, they will also let me get started! If you don't believe me, just ask! I gave them a lecture! In the big lecture hall! It's the deep, circular lecture hall with many levels above!
"
With a bang, the door closed in front of him, and the flame net dissipated. The flame garment was still gently wrapped around him, flickering on and off, as if to say:
Do you dare to rush in and try again?
... Gretel really doesn't dare. If he kisses his senior brother, he won't burn him to death, but he will really teach him a lesson. For example, burn off a piece of skin and burn out a few wounds that can be healed...
Wait, wait, the people from Black Crow Swamp will bring him in anyway, right?
Hey...weak strength, no human rights!
Gretel looked at the door despondently, hoping that someone familiar from Black Crow Swamp could bring him in. Hey, even if he has mastered the Mystic Eye, he can float in and take a look...
Wait, before the people from Black Crow Swamp arrive, we can at least complete the inspection!
He raised his voice:
"Let's do a CT scan first! Or at least take a plain X-ray! Anteroposterior and lateral X-rays! Use [Detection Magic] to see where the moss has taken root! It's good to know when you use the knife!"
It would be great if T could get the results within 15 minutes. Grete doesn’t think it will take an hour for the people from Black Crow Swamp to arrive...
In fact, it does not take more than a quarter of an hour for the people from Black Crow Swamp to come and use the knife. It is such a rare experience for a great mage to use the knife. No one will give up!
In less than 20 minutes, that is, a group of people went to the center of the mage tower downstairs to take a video (Grete directed, taking pictures from the front, side, and various directions). When they came back in a grand manner, they were tumbling in black robes.
Floated over.
The visitor greeted Archmage Bielsa familiarly, and nodded to the two people from Thunder Horn. Then, when he saw Gretel, he was obviously stunned:
"Mage Nordmark? Are you here too? You..."
There was a bit of confusion in the tail, and he turned his head and scanned the faces of Archmage Bielsa and others. Gretel dubbed them silently in his heart:
What should I do if he is here?
Archmage Bielsa coughed and said nothing. But the senior brother gave Gretel a hard look:
"What are you looking at? You are standing outside! If you are not strong enough, you are not allowed to come in. It is too dangerous for you here!"
Grete:T_T
Gretel's only consolation was that his senior brother gave him a secret eye and asked him to watch from a distance. Then, he was very happy to see that the disinfection procedures were well implemented in Black Crow Swamp.
Wash with soapy water, wipe with alcohol, and wash with physiological saline mixed with holy water. Well, although using holy saline instead of iodine, it seems to be effective in disinfection and sterilization, but it is a bit luxurious.
Then, the magician from Black Crow Swamp retreated far to the wall, released a dark gold skeleton, and came over with a scalpel to prepare for the operation...
Gretel:!!!
Prepare your skin!
Prepare your skin!
If you go under the knife on your shoulders, theoretically, all the hair under your armpits will be shaved off!
Forget it, it won’t be a big problem if you don’t shave. At most, you can rinse it with holy water a few times. Gretel is very self-aware. If he calls out to shave his armpit hair at this time, the senior sister may fly out a mage’s hand and knock him all over the head.
Bag?
He kept his mouth shut. In the operating room, disinfection and anesthesia were carried out, and the necromancer in charge carefully manipulated the dark gold skeleton to make the first and second cuts. Blood suddenly gushes out from one side of the blade, and it was stained instantly.
The fields were all red.
The moss on Archmage Philby's shoulder immediately grew out along with the blood.
"Well……"
The black-robed mage called hesitantly from inside:
"Mage Nordmark, how about you come and take a look?"
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3000 words!
Ten thousand rewards plus more have been paid off!
I can finally relax a bit tomorrow!
It is said that Building 3 next door has tested positive and may have to be closed for 14 days...
I hope that the vegetables, eggs and fruits that I made today will arrive soon. It is said that the vegetables and eggs will arrive tonight, but they refuse to deliver the fruits and say they will arrive tomorrow...
As long as the goods arrive, you can survive for 14 days...