Chapter 96 Go to the Magic Council the day after tomorrow?
The whole hall looked at him.
Grete looked back firmly - not giving up anyone and saving everyone was originally his plan. Just like in the previous life, until all the patients were cleared, until everyone was cured and discharged, the shelter would not be evacuated, and the doctors would not be evacuated.
The support team will not withdraw!
He looked down at the patients, still holding the baby and patting her gently, not caring about soiling his robe. Such a gentle attitude gradually calmed down the panicked patients. Elder Erwin smiled and said
Follow the disciple and stand on the table, shouting loudly:
"citizens!
Believers of the God of Nature!
I am Erwin, the elder of the Order!
It is a joint decision between me and the bishop of the God of War Temple to gather the sick people here. The servants of the God of Nature and the priests of the God of War will take care of you here!
Please follow the instructions and follow the pastor, I will not leave here until the last patient is cured!"
Elder Erwin's prestige and credibility were naturally much higher than Gretel's. He personally came forward and after repeated attempts to comfort the patients, they finally regained their composure.
The flow of people started moving again. Grete put down the little Eva, wiped his sweat, and went to wash hands and change clothes in the side hall.
As soon as she put on a clean robe, the small door opened with a creak. A man hurried in and grabbed Gretel: "Why are you still here!"
It's Master Elliot... Why is he so anxious? Gretel turned around and saw a knight slowly following Elliot. When he saw Gretel, he nodded slightly:
"Master Nordmark and Master Wittmann will leave the day after tomorrow morning and return to the Magic Council. The Master asked me to send a message, please be prepared and return with him then."
The morning after tomorrow...?
Gretel subconsciously looked around. Elder Erwin, the hurriedly arriving priests from the Natural God Religion such as Anthony, Ivan, and Joanna, as well as several priests from the Temple of the God of War, stopped almost at the same time.
Elder Irvine just paused in his hands and continued to change without looking at him. Anthony, Irvine, and Little John who had just entered the door, all looked directly at him. Little John blurted out and asked:
"Gretel...you want to leave?"
"Yeah...there are so many patients here..." Anthony whispered. Joanna gave him a hand:
"Just go! Little Gretel is going to the Magic Council. What a good thing! - Little Gretel, you just go the day after tomorrow. We are here, we can do it!"
go?
Going to the Magic Council?
In the face of a great plague, should we ignore the sick and walk away?
I do like magic - I am more interested in it than healing - but I can't leave the patient in my hands!
Grete struggled hard. He shook off Elliot's hand and stared at the knight in front of him, his eyes full of expectation:
"Can Master Wittmann leave later?...For example, half a month later?"
"Gretel! That's the Magic Council!"
Elliot stamped his feet. The knight shook his head at the same time:
"The time limit given by the council is very tight. - Master Wittmann will visit Master Lin En today and tomorrow, and he will have to leave the day after tomorrow. Master Nordmark, please prepare. I will see you at the Master Tower the morning of tomorrow."
Is there no room for accommodation?
Gretel still wanted to struggle. Elliot had already grabbed his hand again:
"Gretel! I've asked about it! This Magic Council plan has been prepared for more than half a year, and the candidates have already been decided! You were the last to recommend it, and the class will start in half a month. Now, it's time to rush back.
It’s so tight!”
Is this so...
Grete looked around regretfully. Through the door of the side hall, he saw patients groaning in pain, priests running around, and healthy women running back and forth carrying buckets and dishes. Beside him, Elio
Te pulled his arm hard and said in a quick voice:
"Grete! This opportunity is rare! A lot of resources will be gathered, and many masters will give lectures! If you are lucky, you can become a disciple of an archmage or even a legendary mage! Don't miss it! Go quickly, don't delay!
"
Gretel retracted his gaze. He opened his mouth to speak, but Elder Erwin's palm had already touched his shoulder:
"Little Grete, go ahead! You've done a lot, we can do the things here!"
Is it possible?
Maybe.
But for the sake of my own development, I abandon patients in the face of catastrophic disasters. If I do that, I will no longer be me!
Gretel gently shook off the teacher's hand. He broke away from Master Elliot again, took a step back, and looked solemn:
"Elliot, I'm sorry. I'm very grateful to the Magic Council for taking this seriously, and I'm also very grateful to Master Lorenz for getting this opportunity for me - but, before being a mage, I am first and foremost a healer."
"I can't leave my patients alone - I'm sorry, I won't go anywhere until the plague disappears and all the patients are cured..."
He bowed deeply. To Master Elliot, to the knight who came specially to deliver the message, to the old magician and the Magic Council who gave him a chance. Then, he straightened up and strode out:
"Don't mix tableware! Everyone uses his or her own bowl. After taking it back, it must be boiled in boiling water before being distributed! Everyone must wash their hands before eating, and washed fruits cannot be eaten without peeling them!"
"Boil water! Every mild patient must drink water. Add salt and sugar to the water! How much to add? - Make a separate room to prepare sugar and salt water. I'll come and see right away!"
"Get more curtains to separate the beds! After the patient has diarrhea, he must be washed and dried! Otherwise, he will get sores!"
The priests followed and rushed out. Master Elliot stood there blankly for a long time, stamping his feet angrily:
"Why are you so stupid!"
Gretel shouted as he walked.
Not many people came from the God of Nature Religion. In addition to priests, the Temple of the God of War also sent temple guards and capable deacons. He just gave orders, and naturally there were people running to do them.
Gretel looked over it once, and seeing that the affairs at hand were generally in order, he went to see the patient again.
The seriously ill patients have been sorted out and arranged separately in a side hall. Elder Erwin stood at the head of a little boy's bed, his palms stretched flat above the child, and white light flickered, falling bit by bit on the boy's body. Gretel was there.
After waiting for a while, after the treatment was completed, he quietly gave the old man a hand:
"Teacher, I have some ideas for the treatment of this plague... The focus of the treatment can be on the left lower abdomen... You see, many patients suffer from severe pain in the left lower abdomen..."
Elder Erwin thought for a moment, nodded, and immediately passed on the message loudly. The servants of the God of Nature all responded, but from the priest of the God of War, there was a cold snort that was neither high nor low:
"Oh haha? The students are commanding the teacher? The first-level priest is commanding the eighth-level priest? Little guy, how much have you learned in the healing arts? Do you understand this disease?"