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

Chapter 24 I Won't Harm Others With Medical Skills!

A necromancer, a former deputy chief physician of the emergency department, talked endlessly about bones, with a lot of meaning to see each other late.After chatting for a long time, the necromancer Andrew Lynn got carried away, stretched out his hand and grabbed Gretel's wrist across the table:

"Dear friend! You are so suitable to be a necromancer, how about you, do you want to join us in Black Crow Swamp? I can introduce you...

correct!I'm going to ask my mentor!My mentor is an 11th-level archmage. When he breaks through the boundaries in the future, maybe he will help you become a lich! "

Gretel: "..."

Thanks, I didn't really want to.

I feel like I haven't lived enough.

However, the necromancer's suggestion is not without its appeal.Gretel flipped his wrist and squeezed the opponent's hand:
"I'm more interested in elemental magic. Mr. Lynn, you mentioned the Mage Tower and the Magic Council before. Can you recommend me?"

"Ah—elemental magic, elemental magic." The necromancer stretched his arms exaggeratedly.He raised his head to the sky, his tone was cadenced, as if he was singing the colorful passages of an opera:

"Everyone likes elemental magic, at least, they also choose alchemy and summoning. As for the poor necromantic faction, every time they go to invite people, they will hear this answer:
'Dear Mr Lynn, I prefer elemental magic...'

'Dear Mr Lynn, I prefer alchemy...'

Except for those who, with the deepest grief, want to resurrect their loved ones, no one, no adult, would choose the great necromancy! "

Great embarrassment.It's interesting to see a person who is possessed by drama essence from a distance, and it is really stressful to get close to it.He dodged the spittle sprayed by the necromancer, his brain turned with all his strength, and he thought:
Is this guy a showman?
Or a manic episode?

Is there any other appearance to corroborate the rush of thinking I just observed?
Will necromancy affect the secretion of hormones in the human body, thereby affecting the mental state of people?
There is no place to do EEG in breaking the world, and there is no way to do a biochemical routine or something...

"Uh...if it's inconvenient..."

"Convenient! Of course it's convenient!"

Master Lynn took a step forward with enthusiasm.Gretel couldn't dodge in time, and he grabbed his arms and spit the stars straight to his face:
"Although the Yandi who presides over the Mage's Tower is fat, irritable, and loves to drink, he once explored the Hall Strait with me and fought against the iron shell of the Glorious Church! Dear friend, you Don't worry, with my recommendation letter, he will never refuse you!"

The necromancer rolled up to the desk like a wind, spread out the parchment, and swiped:

"Take it!"

"Uh, thank you so much..."

"A trivial matter!" Lin En waved his hand proudly.He glanced outside the door, and suddenly the thief laughed smugly and approached Gretel:
"By the way, that knight's hand is really useless? Can it be cured?"

"He didn't sew the tendon." Grete spread his hands.

"Can you cure it?"

Gretel hesitated, without nodding or shaking his head.He can do the tendon sutures in his hands if he really wants to. However, it is mainly the work of hand surgery - this operation is delicate, tendons, blood vessels, and nerves are sutured one by one, and it can only be done well with a microscope.After a few hours, the microscope is picked and the world is spinning.

Moreover, there is no microscope in this broken place, and there is no needle and thread for micro suture.The effect of treatment, although better than no treatment, can be imagined.

Besides, he's not good at this job either.Gretel clearly remembers that when he was in school in his previous life, he could only anastomose four or five mouse tails in one class. .

And the strongest classmate in the class was the guy who was later snatched by the hand surgery department. The highest record was 12.

However, in the eyes of the necromancer Lynn, Gretel did not deny it, it was obviously affirmative.The necromancer's eyes brightened:
"Then how to treat it? ... Otherwise, I will drag him in, and you will treat me on the spot?"

No anesthesia, no disinfection, no hemostasis, just get started?This is too rude and absolutely impossible!
Gretel opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer for a moment—or where to start complaining.However, the Necromancer had already acted. With a wave of his hand, the stone door separating the hall and the inner room was opened again, and the black cat jumped and jumped off the ground.

Gretel saw a black light flashing in front of his eyes.The black cat named "Mr. Troka" was still in normal shape when it jumped up, and when it landed, it became the size of a lynx. When it rushed to the door, it caught up with the leopard.

In the low roar of the beast, there was a sound of Galala's bones shattering, followed by the screams of the Roman knight.

"Let go of me—let go of me!"

The Roman Knight continued to struggle, and the voice was getting closer.There were exclamations in the hall. I don't know how many people were alarmed by this change. The voice of the Donald priest was particularly loud:

"Let him go! Master Mage, please let him go! - Gretel! Gretel!!!"

Gretel froze in place.

Two days after he came to another world, he was pressed to the ground, a long sword was pointed at his throat, he was forcibly recruited, and he was attacked by monsters... The danger he experienced was more than that in the past month or even a year.

However, there has never been a moment when he was so cold as now.

A few hours ago, someone who was still high above and could even threaten his life is now being dragged in by a magic pet, just because the necromancer is curious and wants to see an operation he has never seen before.

People are knives, I am fish.

But in such a world, the knife in one moment may become a fish in the next moment, how can it be said clearly?

"It's not good..."

Gretel's head shook like a windmill.However, the Necromancer thought that he had a grudge against the knight, and was unwilling to take action to heal him, so he tried to persuade him:

"Ture it and show it to me! If it's a big deal, you can cure him first, and then I'll..."

The palm of the hand is empty.Great Khan continued to shake his head.A head was buzzing, and I felt like my two ears and six listening bones were about to be shaken out.

"Don't want to kill? Then... heal first, then cut off his tendon?"

In two sentences, the black cat that transformed into a leopard had already reached the stone gate with the knight in its mouth.At the juncture of life and death, the severely injured knight burst into his greatest potential, grabbing the edge of the stone gate with both hands.He raised his head and stared at Gretel, his eyes full of resentment and despair.

Click!

The ridgeline of the stone gate was broken at the knight's fingertips.Gretel shivered for a while:
"no!"

He turned around, took a step across, and stopped in front of the Necromancer.Looking directly into each other's eyes, his eyes are firm:

"I wouldn't do such a thing. I swore I would never use medical skills to harm anyone!"

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