It can’t be that hard to open a hospital in another world, right? 23

“Clap, clap, clap.”

Rhythmic clapping sounded. Gretel turned his head and saw that the Necromancer had already leaned his staff against the wall, smiling and applauding. After clapping a few times, he extended his hand towards Gretel, his tone becoming even more enthusiastic than outside:

“I thought you were just a nice guy, but I didn’t expect you to be a black heart after being cut open! Hahahaha, my dear friend, your insights are truly impressive…

—I forgot to introduce myself just now. My name is Andrew Lynn, a Necromancer from the Black Raven Swamp. What about you?

Ah, right, what would you like to drink? Do you want some mint water? Or honey water? Troka dug out a honeycomb a few days ago, I tell you, he might have gotten into a fight and actually beat up the brown bear that was stealing the honey…”

The speed of his speech was truly fast, and the topics jumped around quite rapidly, one after another, taking flight along his train of thought. Suspected flight of ideas. This guy, perhaps, should see a psychiatrist—

If this world had psychiatrists.

Gretel silently made a note in his heart. His expression remained unchanged, and he smiled and answered:

“I’m Gretel, Gretel Nordmark, a local. My profession is still hard to say. I’ll take some mint water, do you have any food? I’m starving to death after working overnight!”

“Troka!”

The Necromancer Andrew shouted loudly. The golden skeleton clicked and clacked as it walked away, while the Necromancer washed his hands and turned around enthusiastically:

“Hi, so do you think it would be better to control the Skeleton Soldiers using their own bones?”

“I think your Skeleton is already very obedient.” Gretel answered sincerely.

He had been staring at the golden skeleton. Compared to the idle black cat lying on the table waiting for food, the skeleton had been busy since it entered. Opening cabinets, taking trays, taking tea sets, pouring water, taking food…

It even “clicked” as it flipped over a piece of slate, on which flames rose, roasting pancakes with heat.

If this wasn’t a skeleton, he would believe it was a robot.

Obviously, the Necromancer Andrew was not satisfied with this answer. He gesticulated and described how weak his Skeleton’s combat ability was (Gretel: Not at all, it’s much stronger than me), and once again looked at Gretel with longing eyes, waiting for him to answer.

“…I don’t know…”

Gretel tried to swallow the words. But the question was too difficult. You ask me, I ask your Skeleton!

He tried to force a smile:

“I think the Skeletons may not know which bone is theirs?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” The man nodded vigorously:

“This set of bones is just something it equipped itself with, it seems it’s really unreliable. —So how do you look at these bones? How do you distinguish which bone belongs to whom?”

Gretel: “…”

Should I not have accepted the invitation? This Necromancer, although he seems harmless, is not quite right in the head…

Gretel looked around, a little flustered.

How to distinguish which bone belongs to whom? He did have a way, for example, doing DNA identification. Each bone would be tested once, and classified according to the results, absolutely fast, high accuracy, high quality and low price~~~

The problem is this is a different world. He wants to do it, but he needs the conditions to do it.

There are also less accurate classification methods. For example, according to the time of epiphyseal closure, distinguish how old the owner of this bone is, and then separate those with different ages.

For example, a small head of a radius, the epiphysis has closed, the lower epiphysis has not closed; while another iliac bone’s epiphysis is completely closed.

The small head of the radius closes at 15~17 years old, the lower epiphysis closes at 16~18 years old, considering it comprehensively, the owner’s age is about 16~17 years old. The iliac bone epiphysis closes at 20~25 years old, since it has completely closed, it means the owner is definitely over 20 years old…

These two bones are definitely from two different people, no need to ask.

—However, the observation of the epiphyseal line requires X-rays.

There are none in this world.

Gretel·Former Emergency Room Doctor·Lacking Everything·Nordmark, once again, cried out in his heart…

Who can get me an X-ray machine!

If it really doesn’t work, get me some radium ore, I’ll find someone to rub it by hand!

The Necromancer Andrew was still looking at him with longing eyes. His face was yellow, his hair was oily, and he obviously didn’t pay attention to personal hygiene. As for his figure, he looked like a stick figure even without the wind blowing.

He should lose some more weight, and then he could become brothers with his Skeleton.

Right, the golden Skeleton was holding a tray with a teapot, a porcelain plate, a cup, a glass jar, on which mint water, white bread, honey, and everything else were ready. Standing by the cabinet, chest out, head held high, arms parallel to the ground, the posture was quite standard, but it didn’t come over.

This is the rhythm of no substance, no snacks?

Gretel circled and complained about the Necromancer in front of him. Circumstances were stronger than people, so he could only search his stomach—no, search the 《Forensic Medicine》 textbook stored in his mind, trying to get some dry goods out:

“Actually… you can also distinguish the age of the bones. For example, the skull, teeth are very obvious signs…”

Gretel stopped, looking around, trying to find a skull for a live demonstration. Unfortunately, even though this was the Necromancer’s residence, bones were not everywhere.

At least, Gretel looked around and saw only that one.

The one on the golden skull.

So, the Skeleton, which was staring at him eagerly, clicked and clacked and walked over.

It first put down the tray, poured mint water, put down the snack plate, and then—took off its own head, held it in both hands, and presented it to Gretel.

The dark hollow eye sockets looked up, the two soul fires in the sockets met Gretel’s eyes.

Gretel: “…”

What is this?

What do you mean by this?

Do you want me to eat pancakes and honey with one hand, and poke the skullcap with the other hand to teach you?

Even though surgeons are generally unconstrained, willing to face bloody scenes, accustomed to facing the bleakness of life, they don’t do this!

He leaned back, avoiding the skull that was presented to his eyes. He reached across the table, grabbed a fork from in front of the Necromancer, and hit the skull hard with it:

“Open your mouth!”

The upper and lower jaws of the golden Skeleton opened in response. Gretel held up the Necromancer’s fork and pointed at the black holes, the uneven teeth, explaining one by one:

“The older the age, the greater the degree of wear. Look, the tips of the teeth are all worn away, the back molars, the crown is worn away quite a lot, the dentin is exposed…

Tsk, tsk, tsk, he must have been in a lot of pain before he died.

If the crown is only worn away a little, or the tips of the teeth are not worn flat, then this person would be younger…”

As he spoke, the Necromancer Andrew stretched his neck, looking at each tooth. His body leaned forward more and more, his head lowered more and more, as if he wanted to bury himself in the Skeleton’s big mouth. After looking at half of them, he suddenly came back to his senses and waved at the table:

“Please—”

Gretel didn’t stand on ceremony, displaying the eating speed of an emergency room doctor working the night shift, grabbing a pancake with his left hand, pouring honey with his right hand, combining two pieces and sending them into his mouth. The first bite went in, his tongue danced on his palate, and he couldn’t help but give a soft “tsk” sound.

Well, the pancakes are delicate and plump, the honey is fragrant and sweet, the mint water is refreshing. Even though the golden Skeleton’s pancake-making skills are not as good as a chef in the previous world, at midnight, when you’re hungry, it’s good enough.

This is what people should eat!

I don’t want to eat black bread all the time!

He was in a good mood, so the content of his lecture became even richer:

“Oh, the degree of wear and tear on teeth, besides being related to age, is also related to the owner’s dietary habits and economic conditions. For example, people who often eat black bread will definitely have more worn teeth than people who often eat white bread. Besides teeth, the pelvis can also be used to judge age…pelvis…”

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