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

Chapter 230 We All Have a Bright Future (Mr. Chun's Leader Adds 8)

"careful!"

With a scream, the magicians dodged and dodged.Gretel had just squeezed behind the two of them, and was about to squeeze into the space reserved for him at the far end of the long table.Seeing the accident, his footsteps stopped, and he reflexively leaned inward.

The problem is that there really aren't many places to hide.The long table by the window usually only sits 10 people, but now 14 magicians are already crowded.There is also a space left for the guy to serve food, no, shoulders touch shoulders, legs touch legs, everyone can only fall inward like dominoes.

Then, Gretel saw a deep basin full of shell fish soup, poured it on Chris's head at the end of the long table with a bang.

The pot of soup was so thick and thick that it didn't even emit much heat when it was served on the table.Only when the soup is poured, the fish and shells are covered with heat, which blurs the face of the waiter.

Through the hot fog, Gretel saw the boy's dull eyes suddenly burst into light.His eyes were straight ahead, not trying to save the pot of soup, nor looking at Chris who was about to be splashed, but staring at him-staring at himself!
For a moment, Gretel felt chills down his spine, and subconsciously took a step back.The vest hit the wall with a slight pain, and he was distracted for a while. When he looked up again, the innermost end of the long table had already burst out several spells at the same time:
[Mage Armor]!
【Shield Technique】!
【Shield Technique】!
【Floating disc】!
Transparent, translucent, layers of magical power surged up, covering Master Chris with his hands crossed to protect his head.

Gretel stood there and opened his mouth silently: Forget about those who released the mage's armor and shield technique, whoever put the floating disc, you really have a clear mind... Why is your floating disc still open? Slant!
Therefore, these protective measures successfully protected Mage Chris without hurting him.The poured soup, shells, and fish, along the slope of the floating dish, all splashed on the waiter...

"Get out of the way!"

Gretel yelled reflexively.The waiter who was serving food shuddered, and looked away, trying to dodge.The body just tilted outwards, the feet were soft, and he couldn't take a step.The deep basin of shell and miscellaneous fish soup splashed all over his lap.

"what--"

The man let out a cry of pain, bared his teeth, and fell to the ground.Gretel hesitated for a moment, but in the end he squeezed back in the opposite direction, yelling as he squeezed:
"Rinse the water! Rinse the cold water! Rinse everything off your body!—Let me see if the injury is serious?"

"..." The man looked up at him.Then, when Gretel saw the fish soup hanging from the guy's leg, the rabbit who was hit by the arrow seemed to jump up, limped, and ran down.In the blink of an eye, the face was still dull, neither red nor pale, not even a drop of sweat on the forehead.

Gretel: "..." Strange, is this guy wearing a human skin mask, or is he wearing too much powder?It may not be because of burns in the early years, the pores on the face are all finished, right?It doesn't look like this!

After being so confused for a while, the little boy was already thumping, thumping, running away on the wooden floor.Gretel hesitated for a moment, shrugged, and squeezed back.There are many patients in the emergency department who are unwilling to treat them. As long as they are not fatally ill, doctors will not try to persuade them to die.

——In the final analysis, hospitals are not law enforcement agencies, and they cannot lock people up for treatment...

The man who got into trouble ran through the crowd and ran straight down with a fishy smell all over his body.He rushed into the kitchen, and couldn't even wait to wash off the fish soup on his body, so he grabbed the boss and stuck to his ear:

"I saw him!"

"what?"

The boss quickly pulled him aside, saw his distressed appearance, and picked up the water ladle to wash him.Amidst the sound of running water, the boy endured the pain, gritted his teeth and said:

"I saw him! It's the one who went up just now, with black hair, black eyes, wearing a double-breasted trench coat, the one on the left side of the table by the window, and the one walking in the innermost! It's exactly the same as the one in the portrait!"

"I'll go up and have a look."

The boss got up and left.

Portraits, portraits, he didn't see the portraits—the portraits were completely ruined when the guy, or rather, the operative, came to his shop.

It is said that because the boat was intercepted at sea, he jumped into the sea to escape and swam all night before swimming ashore...

The operator's painter is a mess, and he can almost only draw stick figures.The result is that he has no portraits to look at, no materials to copy and distribute. In such a big city, if you want to find a low-level magician whose name you don't know, you can only rely on the eyes of the operatives...

Thank goodness!Finally found someone!
The store owner walked out quickly.As soon as he turned around and walked towards the door of the kitchen, a smile was already on his face. When he walked out of the kitchen, he bent slightly and greeted the mage apprentices all the way with a smile:

"Edman, what do you want to eat today? Still the same?"

"Nora, how did you do in the exam this time?...Not very good? It's okay, I must have been careless, and I will pass the exam next time!"

"Jennifer, is it still tuna salad? Actually, you are not fat... Okay, okay, I know, just add vinaigrette, absolutely nothing else!"

Chat all the way and go up all the way.Walking to the desk of Gretel and the others, he said "Oops" and looked around for rags and dustpans:

"Sorry everyone, the little guy was clumsy and overturned the soup, which surprised all the adults! ——The kitchen is already being redone, all the dishes on this table are half price, and the shop will give away a lamb chop with honey sauce!"

While talking, he bent down, wiped the table one by one, and secretly glanced at everyone on the table.On Gretel's left, Master Corian Franz, who summoned people for dinner today, turned his head and asked him:

"Grete, what do you eat for dessert? This one has rainbow pudding, mashed potatoes with milk, pumpkin and chestnut cake, raspberry layer cake, raspberry tart..."

"Is there any egg tart?"

"...No, right? What is that?"

Corian recalled the menu and shook his head blankly.Gretel was disappointed: "... Then the Raspberry Tower..."

Unfortunately, he really wanted egg tarts.When I was young, there was a "mother's bakery" near my home. The egg tarts baked in it were the most delicious. Once they came out of the oven, the aroma wafted across the road.At that time, although the family was struggling financially, when his mother walked him by, she would often buy a stuffed one for him to try.

Later, he was not interested in other desserts, and when he passed by and saw egg tarts, he couldn't control his mouth.

Even knowing that high sugar and high fat are all over the standard.

"My lord, what kind of dessert is the egg tart you're talking about?" In a daze, the boss had already got in front of him and asked with a smile: "Please tell me in detail. Please taste it!"

"Forget it..." Gretel shook his head.He doesn't know anything about making desserts, and it is estimated that it will take a thousand miles to make them successfully. Why would a small shop spend so much money.Besides, even if the trial production is successful, it will not be the taste of childhood.

However, the boss stood hunched over and refused to leave, with a smile all over his face, just grinding him.Gretel's face softened, and in the end he said roughly——

It’s nothing more than meringue on the bottom, egg liquid on the top, sugar is added to the egg liquid, and it’s put into the oven when it’s done.No matter how detailed it is, he doesn't know... Hey, it's similar to the recipes thrown to the Magic Council?
The boss does not dislike the lack of detailed formula.Fifty and ten memorized, and I asked for advice with a smile:
"What do you call the adults? Where do you live? When the trial production of the small shop is successful, I will send it to your door for the adults to taste—"

"Oh, no need!" Gretel waved his hands again and again.There is already a fast-talking classmate next to me to answer:
"His name is Gretel Nordmark..."

This dinner lasted for two full hours.The boss ran up and down, serving dishes, serving soup, cutting steaks, chopping lamb chops in honey sauce, delivering wine, delivering desserts...there was a lot of fun around their table.Nodding and bowing, his face turned into a chrysanthemum with a smile. Compared with the usual smiling face for entertaining guests, the sweetness was three plus signs.

Influenced by the boss, the guys in the store are also extraordinarily attentive, and anyone who has a little spare time must go to the table by the window to take a look around.Except for the guy who was burned before, I don't know if he was seriously injured or what, but he never showed up.

Out of concern for the injury, Gretel kindly asked.The guy who added white water for him shrugged, with a bored look on his face:
"That silly boy... he is a relative of the boss in the country. He has burned out his brain since he was a child, and he has always been stupid... He came here two months ago. Except for his strength, he can't do anything, and he can't speak smoothly. !"

Gretel: "..." That look doesn't look like abnormal mental development.

In any case, the students in the training class have enjoyed super-value services.Everyone ate and drank, chatting about the interesting things in the class that year, and chatting about their respective whereabouts:

You are doing projects with the archmage in the Horn of Thunder, and I am helping the fifth-level mage in the Alchemy Union, and he entered the Bridge School of Magic as an assistant...

We all have a bright future.

This dinner was eaten until late at night.The students went back to their respective residences, some lived far away, or were lazy—the former, like those who lived on the peak, and the latter, like Gretel, simply enjoyed the accommodation arranged by the Magic Academy.

And as soon as they left, the boss quickly went downstairs and found the guy who had been splashed on the leg before:

"I found out the name clearly. It's called Grete Nordmark. I'll continue to investigate other things tomorrow. How are you? Is it more important?"

The man looked up from under the lamp.He still had the dull face, but there was a cold light in his eyes, and he grabbed his thigh with his right hand as hard as he could:
"It's okay. Hiss..."

"You're hurt badly!"

The boss frowned.

Under the dim light, from the thigh to the calf of the guy, he was burned in an area as large as three palms, and the blisters were connected together glisteningly.On the side of the thigh near the knee, there is a deep black, almost bone-like.

If it was on an ordinary person, the wound would be festered and feverish, and it would be considered a blessing to be able to recover safely after half a month of tossing around.This guy is a professional, and the mere burns may not be enough to knock him down, but, with that deep black wound...

"Okay, it's really heavy." After being seen by someone, the guy stopped being pretentious and let out a long and short gasp.The thumb pinched white on the thigh, and finally raised his head and asked:

"Is there any medicine?"

"...the last bottle of holy water." The boss hesitated for a moment, then took out a small glass bottle and handed it over with shaking hands:

"The investigation at sea has been very strict during this period. I don't know when the next supply will come. —Hey, when will you act? After finishing this time, can you take me back with you?"

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