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

Chapter 59 Kill the fake god enlightener!
"Have you heard? Knight Barron's hand is ready!"

"Have you heard? That knight who injured his hand three years ago and can no longer draw his bow, his hand is healed!"

"It is said that the Temple of the God of War was cured?"

"It seems that the bishop was cured..."

"Oh, your news is so ill-informed! - I heard that it was ruled by a little guy, and the bishop has to obey his instructions, do whatever he says..."

The news of Barron's recovery from an old wound spread like the wind in Heartland City.Those who have been injured, those whose relatives have been injured, and those whose treatment effect is not ideal... Whether they are warriors or not, everyone is tempted.

Even the city lord, Viscount Joan, also summoned the Baron Knight once and asked him in detail about his treatment process.

Three days later, the bald bishop sent a letter asking Gretel if the Roman knight's hand could be cured.

the answer is negative.

no doubt.

"He refused to be cured? He refused to be cured!"

The Roman knight roared in the room.

He was imprisoned in the ascetic room just for the meaning. After the gift was delivered in two days, the great priest of the goddess of spring water released him: the kind of place where there is no light and no sound, and the person who delivers the food doesn't even speak, level [-] or below. The Knights stayed for half a month, and one was crazy.

Even so, he was not allowed to leave the temple, not even the apse, and could only reflect alone in a small room.If it weren't for the frequent arrival of letters from his mother, he would have been insane long ago.

"I'm going to kill him—I'm going to kill him! Yes, write a letter, I'll write a letter now, and have my mother send someone to kill him!"

This mother and son can be described as heart-to-heart.The middle-aged woman, the mother of the Roman Knight, was also roaring angrily in the city lord's mansion at this moment.This time, she didn't even maintain her superficial demeanor. She walked around in the small reception room of the City Lord's Mansion, and threw the furnishings to the ground:
"Untouchables are untouchables! I am magnanimous enough. As long as he cures Roman, I will not care about him. How dare this lowly guy die! I killed him! I must kill him!"

"It's not intentional..." City Lord Qiao An sighed.In front of him was a stack of letter paper, which Gret wrote to the Bishop of Ares, with dense handwriting and detailed drawings.Apart from the dizziness at a glance at the picture, it is full of sincerity and full of dry goods.

How many tendons are there on the palm, how many times thinner than the wrist tendons, and how much finer instruments are needed to prevent it from getting worse.In that letter, the description is clear and clear.

The bald-headed bishop probably had the idea of ​​eliminating disasters for Gretel, and forwarded the letter to the city lord as it was, without deducting a single page.Even if Viscount Joan doesn't understand it well, he can read between the lines:
People really can't do it, they don't hold grudges against Roman, they deliberately do nothing.

The mistress in front of her, or the mistress who said she was angry, was still making noise.Viscount Joanne propped his forehead in annoyance:

"What did you use to kill him? - People don't leave the Mage Tower at all!"

The middle-aged woman choked.No matter how unreasonable she is, she also knows that the mage tower is not something that can be moved casually: even if she is in charge of her son's knight leader, has a few soldiers of the third or fourth level, and can mobilize hundreds of peasant soldiers, this power is in front of the mage tower, Also a joke.

"I-I don't believe that he will never come out!"

"Don't do it!"

Viscount Joan slapped the table.After blurting out, he quickly calmed down and tried to persuade his mistress:
"That kid is a healer! Healer! Knight Barron's injury, the bishop can't do anything, he can heal it as soon as he takes action! Do you know how many people count on him to heal? How many people do you know, in case of injury in the future, I would like to have it such a person?
——If you find someone to kill him, and the matter is exposed, even I can’t protect you! "

"That—but—"

"There is no but! There is no but! Roman's injury, let's find another healer, find the archbishop, find the high priest! In any case, you are not allowed to do it!"

The middle-aged woman cried a lot and walked away.As soon as he got into the carriage, he immediately put away his tears and gritted his teeth to the housekeeper outside the car:
"Check! Check that pariah for me, I don't believe it, I can't find a place to start!"

When the hostess spoke, the housekeeper did not dare to neglect, and immediately hired someone to investigate.However, after looking around, I really can't find where to start:

Gretel is alone, his father died young and his mother disappeared many years ago.The only people who can be considered acquaintances in the city are his father's former comrade; however, it is crazy to go to the city guards in order to move Gretel!

"Madam...this..."

The butler bent lower and lower.Squeaking, I could hear bones rattling.Ouch, my old waist... I have to go to the temple to worship another day.Although I can't afford to pay for the treatment, I can get a little holy light when I pray, and it can make people feel comfortable for a few days!
The middle-aged woman's face became more and more gloomy.She shook the fan gently, opening and closing the feather fan, closing and opening it.The bright red Kodan sank deep into the feathers, as if strangling the enemy's neck. With a "click", the fan was broken, and the woman suddenly said:

"That pariah is a healer?"

"Yes."

"The divine enlightener of the god of nature?"

"This... he said so... but it must be true! Whether it is the city guards or the temple guards, many people have heard it!"

"Then why did he never go to worship?"

The butler was speechless for a moment.The middle-aged woman stood up suddenly and walked back and forth in the room, her tone becoming more and more urgent:

"That's right! That kid either stayed in the Mage's Tower, or mixed with the people of the God of War Temple. For so many days, he never went to worship the God of Nature! He was never like those priests. God's above, he never said such a thing!

He, the divine enlightener, must be a fake! "

"However, the god of nature...there is no temple..."

"No temple does not mean there is no religious order! The servants of the god of nature walk through the streets, it is hard to find in the upper city, and it is not easy to find in the slums!
It's really not possible, just find any hill outside the city, as long as you build a ring of stones, you will definitely be able to squat to the people of the sect!

——The pariah relied on the healing technique to first get on the God of War Temple, and then sell it to the city guards, and never went to the natural gods.He is a false enlightener, and he has a guilty conscience! "

Kacha Kacha, several consecutive crisp sounds.The bones of the feather fan were shattered, and even the feathers on the fan were ripped off. For a time, the room was green and golden, and pieces were flying.The woman stepped on the floor to make a loud noise, her tone was excited, her eyes sparkled:
"Go to the Natural God Cult! Tell them the news! - No church can tolerate a false God enlightener, that is disrespectful and blasphemous! We pass the news, and the Natural God Cult will definitely kill that kid! "

(End of this chapter)