It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 207 Master, you... The master is down!

Gretel struggled for a long time, and finally stepped into the tavern with Master Dumfries.Trying to touch porcelain, ah no, trying to meet that dwarf master...

He can't drink.In the previous life, and in this life, I didn't know how to drink.It is true that many senior surgeons love and are good at drinking, but in this class, starting from the buddy who was snatched away by the hand surgery department and who can sew 12 mouse tails in one class, no one drinks alcohol.

Especially him.As the deputy director of emergency surgery, I don't know when I will be called back to start the stage and perform one or even several major operations.A meal of wine, bad luck, is a few lives.

But now, those precepts, habits, knowledge and way of thinking are the only connection between him and that part of his previous life.

But this time, even if Gretel had zero alcohol, he wasn't afraid.With his secret weapon in hand, he stepped into the tavern with his head held high.In the previous life, if you were a director, you had better have subordinates who could drink. If you were a supervisor of a master’s degree or a Ph.D., you’d better have students who could drink in this class.And Gretel now, he has followers who can drink...

Bernard's drinking limit is unclear to Gretel.But visually, the volume of this barbarian's abdominal cavity should be twice that of a dwarf.

Therefore, even if Gretel doesn't know how to drink, he can raise his voice with confidence:
"Boss, serve wine! Serve meat! Serve delicious food!"

"Come on! Find a place to sit!"

Gretel would find a good place without saying anything.The tavern was full of smoke, and as far as the eye could see, the dwarves present had a pipe in their hands, puffing out clouds of smoke, making the whole tavern look like a fire scene.Gretel stood at the door and took a look from a distance. He decisively chose a seat by the window, and panted heavily against the window.

I don't know how many people in this group have stage I and stage pneumoconiosis... I don't know how many people have respiratory diseases... and they still smoke like this, this is going to kill them! ! !
He leaned against the window from a distance, watching the dwarf boss slam a pallet wider than his chest in front of him with a bang.Three big glasses of beer were bubbling and bubbling, and three big elbows longer than Gretel's forearm and thicker than his thigh supported each other, forming a hill on the plate.

Just as Bernard was about to reach for it, the boss had already picked up a small wine jug, sprinkled a circle of spirits on his elbow, and lit the fire...

With a sound of "boom", the golden red flames ignited, and the fragrance overflowed.

"It's their signature dish." Magister Dumfries yelled at Gretel over the din, "but why did you order three?"

"Don't worry, he can eat it!"

Gretel yelled back.The two magicians reservedly cut a few slices of the crispy golden skin on the elbow, and slowly savored it with the mashed potatoes and sauerkraut on the plate.Opposite the large and thick wooden table, Bernard was holding a big elbow in one hand, and holding a big wooden cup thicker than his head in the other hand, clicking, clicking, ton, ton, ton, ton, mouth full of oil...

Why do you still eat like this?
The dozens of pigs, cows, sheep, and cages of rabbits I keep in the animal laboratory, don’t you eat them as you please?I also left 50 gold coins for you!

Don't you eat them all, but sell them all for wine? !

Together, the two magicians ate half an elbow and drank two glasses of wine—Gretel only drank water.Bernard happily cleaned up the remaining two and a half elbows, three glasses of beer, almost all side dishes and sausages, burped, and plunged into the battle group in the center of the tavern:

"Are you wrestling? I'm coming too!"

"Come, come!"

Both dwarves he knew and those he didn't know gave up their seats to him.In the group of dwarves, those who can drink are friends, and those who can drink and eat big elbows must be a good man. Bernard, who kills three times his weight, must be the dwarves' own brothers.What?Bernard is not a dwarf, twice as tall as a dwarf?
Dwarf brothers don't talk about that!

Bernard sat down on the wooden pier, and the two-meter-tall man immediately shrank into a ball aggrieved, his arms twice as long as those of the dwarf opposite him.There was a moment of silence in the tavern, the boss ran in Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng ran out again, took a one foot thick cutting board and put it on the table.

"Come, come!"

"Strength! Force! Give the big man some color!"

"Wayne! Didn't you have enough to eat! Work harder!"

The dwarves roared.Bernard sat proudly in the center of the vortex, knocking down one, and another.After killing the third one, he raised his head and hammered the table:
"I want to drink beer!"

"Give him wine! I'll pay the bill!" shouted the fourth dwarf who sat down.The beer came immediately, and Bernard drank it all in one gulp, and put his elbows on the table again:
"Come!"

The sound of cheering and booing hit the roof again.Gretel put a bubble technique on his head while no one was paying attention, and walked into the crowd with thick second-hand smoke.Get to the edge of the battle group, stand behind Bernard and shout:
"Come on! Bernard, come on! If you win this game, I'll add lamb shank!"

Creak, creak.The three-inch-thick solid wood table groaned in pain, and the two soldiers' arm muscles stretched out, their blue veins were exposed, and they gnashed their teeth and pressed into a ball.Gretel stood by and watched intently:

Deltoid, biceps, triceps, extensor radialis longus, extensor radialis brevis, external jugular vein, cephalic vein, median forearm vein...

Well, it seems that the anatomical structure of dwarves is not much different from that of humans...

"Is he your friend?"

Someone patted his shoulder suddenly, Gretel turned his head and saw a dwarf with a gray beard climbing up a stool and standing beside him.Gretel nodded with a smile:

"My follower.—Bernard wait! Lean forward! Breathe! Wrists in! One! Two! Three!"

With a bang, the forearm of the dwarf opposite was firmly crushed on the cutting board.Bernard immediately turned his head: "Leg of lamb!"

Leg of lamb is leg of lamb.Gretel took out two gold coins and shouted to the boss to roast them, add more honey and more spices.The dwarves around him looked at him a lot closer:

"It's not bad to have such a follower. Hey, don't shrink by the window, come and sit?"

He pointed.In the depths of the bar, on a half-person-high rammed earth platform, the old dwarf master sat tall during the day, surrounded by a group of middle-aged dwarves, smiling and overlooking the noise below.

Gretel couldn't wish more.He walked near the earthen platform, sat side by side with the gray-bearded dwarf, and talked in a low voice.While chatting, they pricked up their ears, and listened to the dwarves on the earth platform on the right side taking turns to persuade:

"Master, you should rest more!"

"That's right, master, it's really tiring to activate five magical spells a day! It's good to have one less!"

"Master, you have been in poor health recently, so don't work so hard..."

"Master Tarbert has been in poor health." The gray-bearded dwarf suddenly touched him. Gretel turned his head and saw his bronzed face, with bushy eyebrows and big eyes all crowded together, full of worry:

"I have to cough for a long time after using my magic every day, and I can't sleep all night these days. Hey, let me ask you, the Magic Council, can you let him rest more and stop being so urgent?"

...don't smoke if you cough!Gretel turned his head to look at the pipe in the old dwarf's hand, and then at the large glass of wine he was pouring down. He really felt that fatigue was not the key factor.Before he could answer, the old dwarf lost his temper and smashed the wine glass on the table, splashing the wine:

"Persuasion, everyone is persuading me! I can't hold a hammer anymore, if I'm not allowed to use magic, I'll die! I can still strike iron with all my heart when I'm beside the Father God...cough cough cough cough cough ..."

He suddenly leaned over and coughed loudly.The dwarves on the left and right hurried forward, helping each other, and patting their backs.The slapping sound was as heavy as hitting a wall, every sound made Gretel tremble with fear, and he didn't know whether the phlegm came out first or the spine was broken first.

After smashing for a long time, the old dwarf's cough gradually became less and less, but there was no sign of improvement.There was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and a panicked cry sounded through the air:
"Oops, the teacher can't breathe!"

Gretel jumped up.

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