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

Chapter 949 See you poorly, return Lynn to me!
People standing in front of Gretel, one row in front, one row behind, eight in a row, nine in a row.Tall and short, some thin...not fat.

All of them were ashen-faced, with mud all over their bodies and legs.It seems that this group of people have suffered a lot from trekking from the country of eagles.

But Gretel didn't care about that.He carefully looked over one by one, and confirmed that there was no Big Brother Lynn, and there was no Big Brother Lynn...a possibly deformed image.

The source is not a problem. People from the old continent look very different from the natives of the new continent, so you can tell it at a glance.Gretel sighed in disappointment, and looked at the silver dragon girl:
"Cerilla, please do me a favor. Register them one by one, name, age, past occupation, whether they can read and write, whether they have other skills... go through all of them, and I will arrange jobs for them. "

"No problem! Leave it to me!"

Cerilla has long been bursting with sympathy, flicking her fingers, and the white light on the fingertips is faintly visible, wishing to treat these poor people again.It's too miserable, there are bloody gashes everywhere on the face, hands, and legs, and several people have already suppurated...

Gretel watched her go away with a smile, flicked his fingers slightly, and a void line hung from him directly to Balencimo.During the telepathic connection, Gretel whispered:
"They didn't bring Lynn.—Come here and negotiate with me."

"No problem, boss."

Gretel breathed a sigh of relief.It stands to reason that these new assistants should be handed over to Balencimo to arrange: Cerilla has a high level and strong healing power, so he should follow him to work in the laboratory;

And the bard has strong communication skills. He can handle a group of seventeen people where to eat, where to live, where to take a bath, and who to ask for a change of clothes.Gretel only cares about making friends and doesn't have to worry about it at all.

But right now, negotiating ability is what Gretel urgently needs.Although he has rich experience in talking with patients' families in his previous life, he has degenerated to a little social fear after traveling through many years: in other words, his essence is actually a little social fear.

Which medical student's dream when he first started is to bite the bullet and explain the situation to the patient, explain the situation to the patient's family, rack his brains, and fight wits and courage, just to get the patient to cooperate with the treatment well, and by the way, pay well by the way, don't let the doctor make trouble?
I had a round of talks with the priestess before, and I had to get more than a dozen assistants from them. Gretel had exhausted all his strength.If he wanted to intrigue again to get Lynn out, he had already decided that he was powerless and needed to call for off-field assistance.

Of course, the first round of negotiations still needs to be done by himself.With a smile on his face, Gretel first thanked Priest Titlan and the two Golden Eagle fighters for their hard work, and then took out ten small boxes, each box filled with 50 test tubes:
"This is the latest achievement. It's not much, it's only enough for 500 people. There are really too few people who can work."

Priest Titlan's eyes lit up, but immediately dimmed.She stared at the smooth and shiny box built into a pyramid shape, and lost her voice:

"Only 500 people? It's been almost a month, why is it so small..."

What is so little enough for?
Except for the Twelve Golden Eagles and the Seven Female Snakes, all the White Eagle Warriors, Black Eagle Warriors, mid-level and low-level priestesses, all come once, 200 is far from enough!

Not to mention, the families of the warriors and priests, the slaves at home, the handmaidens.And those low-level fighters, farmers, craftsmen...

At least 20 pieces, no less!

"Then... now these assistants are here," she whispered with a glimmer of hope:

"Can you make more? I'll stay here for a while, for example, for 5 more days, and give me another 1. Can it be done?"

Gretel shook his head with a heavy face.Behind him, Mr. Balencimo sighed and explained for the boss:

"These people are at most low-level professionals of the second or third level. They are neither necromancers nor healers. I don't know how many of them can write and count. In addition to moving things and recording numbers, they can help the boss How busy are you?"

"Do you need healing and undead directions?" Priest Titlan had already researched this issue with the female snakes before setting off, and made a plan.At this moment, with a worried face, he asked eagerly:

"Our female snake is a spiritual being who walks between life and death relying on the power of the snake god. My lord, if you need the power of undead and healing, maybe I can help?"

Nothing to do, Gretel got up and took her out.For his research needs, the gathering place of the Kestrel tribe vacated a large area for him to use as a research laboratory.The cell room is above the mound, the shed for the cattle...

At the other end of the square under the 4-story mound, behind a bull-shaped mound, a row of sheds has been set up, and the sounds of bulls are heard one after another.Opening the door curtain, every bison has been shaved off its long hair.

Gretel casually approached a bison, summoned the Illumination, and took a closer look.There are a series of large and small blisters on the bison's back, sides, and abdomen.He nodded with satisfaction:

"These are the blisters, and they're pretty good.—You see, ma'am, sticking the contents of these blisters into the body keeps a man safe from smallpox. But there's so little of it, can you do me a favor and let How long will this blister last, and spread to the whole body of the bison?"

The priestess walked lightly, stepped forward to look, and then prayed in a low voice.After saying a few words of prayer, I raised my hand to wipe it, and a faint black light came out and wiped the back of the buffalo.Black light is everywhere, blisters spread, spread, keep spreading...

"Moo-"

The bison's four hooves gave way and fell down.

Gretel hadn't finished yelling "wait", so he could only stop sadly, facing the fact that the buffalo had already fallen.He stepped forward quickly, leaned over to check, and saw that the bison was festering all over, with yellow and white skin, and pink foam was bubbling from its nose...

"I... I mean, just let the blisters grow longer, don't stimulate other plagues..."

Titlan smiled sheepishly, selected the second cow, prayed again, and wiped out the black light again.At the same time, Mr. Balensimo stopped a Golden Eagle soldier outside, took out two bottles of wine, blew a bottle first, and asked in a low voice:
"Is there no one else? That's all I sent this time?"

"Of course!"

The Golden Eagle fighter was not one of the two who came last time, and he didn't recognize Balensimo either.However, the induction of being a high-ranking fighter made him not put on a cold face.And, after the other party finished drinking a bottle, he accepted this gift:
He uncorked the bottle and shot a golden light into it. Seeing that there was no reaction, he took a big gulp:
"what!"

He exhaled forcefully and made a gesture of appreciation to Balencimo.Then whispered:

"How could it not be all of them? In order to make up the number of people, we went up and down, even scraping the white ghost prisoners! We really found a few who said that the boat floated there and were captured by them..."

Balencimo listened patiently to his complaints, nodded and smiled from time to time, and handed over a bottle of wine.Well, thanks to the generosity of the boss, this [Charming Human] ring, 1000 gold coins will definitely not be able to get it!

The Golden Eagle warrior gurgled, gurgled, and drank several bottles in a row.Balensimo waited for his face to turn red before he took a quick look into the shed:

"Then you all have worked really hard. By the way, have you searched for the female snake? It is said that they are in charge of internal affairs and sacrifices. Will they hide a few outsiders and prepare them as sacrifices?"

"How is that possible?" Golden Eagle shrugged and spread his hands:

"There are so many white ghosts, don't say next year's human sacrifice, even the next year will be enough! It's not for this reason... Speaking of it, just us, who doesn't hide a few beautiful female slaves? When it's time to get down to business When the time comes, it must be handed over!"

There is a door!Mr. Balencimo's eyes lit up.He took out a bottle of particularly strong distilled wine, stuffed it into the hands of the Golden Eagle Warrior, and activated another scroll secretly:
"Then, have you ever heard... who hides necromancers? It's the kind, wearing a black robe, thin, who hates seeing the sun the most? Or, did you catch such a person last year?"

"... Really." Under the dual effects of magic and spirits, the Golden Eagle Warrior had obviously opened his heart, knowing everything.He reached out and asked Mr. Balencimo for another bottle of wine. With a forceful finger, he broke the neck of the bottle with a "click" and drank it down:

"During the grand festival last year, I was on a tour, and I heard that there really was such a one. It was hidden well, and it was revealed by the light of the gods, but it was not hacked to death. It was not dragged out as a human sacrifice—this year's grand festival has not yet arrived. —Maybe, it’s just being hidden?”

In the telepathic connection, Gretel could hear every word clearly.When Priestess Titlan failed to try the fifth bull, he stopped the opponent's arm and said solemnly:

"I need an assistant—a level 9 mage belonging to our kingdom, the Magic Council, necromancer Lynn. Having such a necromancer is more important than dozens of other assistants—"

"If you want me to complete the vaccine production, give him to me immediately!"

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