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

Chapter 27 Dangerous!Tension pneumothorax!Dangerous!
"how is it going?"

As soon as Gretel walked down the foot of the mountain, his companions hula-la surrounded him and asked eagerly.Gretel lowered his head, a little frustrated:
"Master Gehrman said, let me listen in first..."

He lowered his head and repeated the negotiation process.To his surprise, the companions were all excited, especially Captain Karen and Little Pastor John.Captain Karen was well-informed and was the first to comfort him:
"This treatment is already very good. Little Grete, you don't know, how many children of noble families in the city are not qualified to enter the magic tower to observe!"

"And it's free of tuition!"

The little pastor takes this more seriously.He even cites the experiences of his companions to comfort Gretel:
"In our temple alone, there are many aristocrats and children of knights. Because they can't learn magic, they can only come to the temple to practice!"

Can't afford to learn... magic?

Gretel forced a smile.Auditors are exempted from tuition fees, but they need to bring their own materials for transcribing spells; they don’t need to pay extra to listen to Master Gehrman’s lectures, and ask his disciples for advice.

While eating, he can pull his face down and just eat black bread, and travel between the city and the Mage Tower every day. Is it possible to run on two legs?
Everything costs money.

The original monthly salary is only 5 silver coins.After a full stomach, even the clothes can only buy burlap.

Gretel's heart was full of sorrow, but he didn't dare to show it in color, lest Uncle Karen and the others would be worried.He rode into the city with the team and walked towards the barracks, observing the streets in the city along the way, and the more he looked, the more worried he became.

The city guard's barracks is near the north gate. Grete and the others entered from the west gate and made a half circle. Although the streets they walked through were not the most prosperous, they were not so much.However, as far as Grete could see, there were dilapidated wooden houses on both sides of the street, the doors and windows were leaking, and they were crooked.

Patch upon patch upon the woman's skirt.Gretel saw a six- or seven-year-old girl in a wooden house, leaning on the door frame and looking out. Seeing him looking over, she shyly backed away and probed quietly again.The hem of the girl's clothes is tattered, only covering half of her thigh, and the younger boy is playing in the corner with his bare bottom...

The bakery on the corner of the long street is almost always black bread.

The streets are not paved, there are no sewers on either side, and there are no sanitation facilities of any kind.Garbage is piled up, sewage is flowing, horses' hooves step on it, and a mud pit is formed.

Black and yellow mud spots kept splashing.There was something in the mud that Gretel didn't want to think about.

One word, poor.

How much money he can earn to support himself in such a poor city, Grete has no idea at all.

I hope the barracks can be a little more powerful... No, even if it is powerful, it doesn't matter to him, how can he be promoted and raised?

From now on, he will be soaked in the mage tower every day, and the city guards will be fine if he does not fire him.

Gretel was full of anxiety and followed Captain Karen into the barracks.There is still a picture in the original owner's memory of what the military camp looked like. However, after he actually entered, he was still a little shocked:
The scale of the city guards in Hartland City is not large, with only about [-] people, and it cannot catch up with a county public security bureau in a previous life.Of course, whether the population of a small town can catch up with a county in a previous life, this question is also known to God;

It’s not too small to say that it is small. After all, two hundred people gather, train, and fight every day in this venue.How can the knight level be played, Gretel has seen it in the Roman Knights, the place is small, it is really not enough for them to toss...

Like right now.On the training ground, which was a circle larger than the school playground, the two knights were fighting with smoke and dust, and the roar of weapons clashing could be heard by Gretel halfway across the training ground.Captain Karen stopped immediately:

"The captain and the Ciro Knights are fighting! Our squadron captain is also there, let's go, go over there..."

There are 200 city guards, and there is a captain, Stephen Nolan, a 7th-level knight; the four squadron leaders, all of whom have knight strength, are ranked 5th up according to the warrior level.Gretel vaguely remembers that the original father was also the squadron commander of the city guards before he died in battle.

As for old warriors like Uncle Karen, whose strength has never been able to break through the knights, and who are getting older and whose bodies are beginning to decline, they can only be team captains all the time...

The squadron that Cullen's squad belongs to, the squadron leader Flynn Knight looks about 35 years old, just in the prime of life.After listening to Captain Karen's report, he glanced in the direction of the Temple of the Goddess of Spring and sneered:

"What do they say? - Do you think our city guards are bullying them casually?"

Gretel was relieved.Knight Flynn beckoned him to come forward and asked with a smile:

"Have you understood healing? Are you going to learn magic? How many times a month?"

"Master Gehrman allows me to go every day." Gretel answered honestly.After he finished speaking, he hesitated for a while, his face full of embarrassment:
"Captain Flynn, can I... can I ask you to..."

"what?"

Knight Flynn asked with interest.Gretel tries not to blush:

"That's right, I'm going to the Mage Tower to read books these days. I can't participate in the patrol. Can I...don't deduct my salary for the time being..."

Not going to work for a long time, not taking paid vacations, and wanting to get paid, this was something that had never happened in Gretel’s previous life.
"Little Gretel, you...you!"

Gretel was taken aback.Knight Flynn laughed, even tears, and reached out and wiped it:
"I'm still worried about the salary deduction! Silly child, you, you...hahahahahaha!"

The burst of laughter was astonishing.The two knights who were fighting on the field also became distracted. Ciro knight was slow, unable to block, and was slammed and flew out!
"what!!!"

The soldiers onlookers screamed.A group of people started running in, and Gretel only ran a few steps when he heard someone shouting:
"Pastor! Call the pastor!"

The tone was quick and poignant.It was exactly the same tone as the family members shouted "doctor" in the emergency department in the previous life.

Gretel quickened his pace.He rushed into the crowd and looked through the gap, his breath suddenly tightened.

The wounded was curled up on the ground, lips bruised, hands thrusting into his chest.His eyes were like those of a goldfish, his mouth was wide open, and he was breathing in as if he was about to suffocate.The blue veins on his neck bulged like earthworms, sweating profusely, struggling hard.

This is……

"Take off his clothes! Take it off!"

He didn't need to make a sound, the soldiers next to him were already tearing up the wounded's clothes.It is almost the consensus of the soldiers for trauma patients to take off their clothes as soon as possible to facilitate the priest's treatment.As soon as the clothes were taken off and the wound entered his eyes, Gretel frowned immediately.

The injured man's chest twisted unnaturally.Ribs were broken, chest wall collapsed, stubble stubble against the skin.More dangerously, the right side of the ribcage was unusually full.

The distance between several ribs has widened significantly.With every breath and breath, the collapsed part of the right chest suddenly sank and suddenly emerged.

Combined with the previous appearance of bruised lips, distended carotid arteries, and difficulty breathing, Gretel immediately thought of a word:

Tension pneumothorax!
(End of this chapter)