It can’t be that hard to open a hospital in another world, right? 27
by admin“How is it, how is it?”
As soon as Gretel walked down from the foot of the hill, his companions swarmed around him, asking anxiously. Gretel hung his head, feeling a bit dejected:
“Lawmaster Gelman said he’d let me listen in first…”
He recounted the negotiation process with his head down. To his surprise, his companions were all very excited, especially Captain Kalen and Pastor Johannes. Captain Kalen, having seen a lot of the world, was the first to comfort him:
“This is already a very good deal. You don’t know, Gretel, how many noble children in the city don’t even have the privilege of listening in at the Magic Tower!”
“And it’s even tuition-free!”
The little pastor placed more importance on this. He even used the experience of his own companions to comfort Gretel:
“Even in our temple, there are many noble branches and knight children who can’t afford magic and have to come to the temple to train!”
Can’t afford… magic?
Gretel forced a smile. The tuition for auditors was waived, but he had to provide his own materials for copying spells; listening to Lawmaster Gelman’s lecture didn’t require extra payment, but if he asked his disciples for guidance, who knows if they would even point him in the right direction without payment.
He could still swallow his pride and only eat black bread, but how could he go back and forth between the city and the Magic Tower every day? Could he really run on two legs?
Everything cost money.
And the original owner’s monthly salary was only 5 silver coins. After eating, he could only afford coarse linen clothes.
Gretel’s heart was full of worries, but he didn’t dare show it, fearing that Uncle Kalen and the others would worry along with him. He followed the team into the city on horseback, heading towards the military camp, observing the streets of the city along the way, becoming more and more anxious.
The City Guard’s barracks was near the North Gate. Gretel and his team entered through the West Gate, making a half circle. Although the streets they passed through weren’t the most prosperous, they weren’t exactly bad either. However, as far as Gretel could see, both sides of the streets were lined with dilapidated wooden houses, with leaky windows and doors, crooked and out of shape.
The women’s skirts were patched with layers upon layers of patches. Gretel saw a little girl of six or seven years old peering out from a wooden house, her clothes torn and tattered, only covering half her thighs. A younger boy was playing bare-bottomed in the corner.
The bakery at the corner of the street displayed almost all black bread.
There were no cobblestones on the streets, no sewers on the sides, and no public sanitation facilities. Garbage was piled up everywhere, sewage flowed in all directions, and when a horse’s hoof stepped on it, it left a muddy puddle.
Black and yellow mud splattered constantly. Gretel didn’t want to think about what was in the mud.
In one word, poor.
How much money could he possibly make in such a poor city to support himself? Gretel had no idea.
He hoped the military camp would be a little more supportive… No, even if it was supportive, it had nothing to do with him. Could they really promote him and give him a raise?
He would be spending his days at the Magic Tower from now on. It would be good enough if the City Guard didn’t fire him.
Full of anxiety, Gretel followed Captain Kalen into the military camp. He still had a picture of what the military camp looked like in his original owner’s memory, but when he actually went inside, he was still a little shocked:
The City Guard of Hartland was not large, only two hundred people, not even as many as a county police station in his previous life. Of course, it was unknown whether the population of the small town could catch up with a county in his previous life;
It wasn’t small either, after all, two hundred people had to assemble, train, and fight in this area on a daily basis. Gretel had already witnessed the fighting ability of a knight in Roman Knight, and if the place was too small, it wouldn’t be enough for them to mess around…
For example, right now. On the training ground, which was even bigger than a schoolyard, two knights were fighting, dust swirling, and the booming sound of weapons clashing could be heard by Gretel from half the training ground. Captain Kalen immediately stopped:
“The Captain and Sir Siro are fighting! Our lieutenant is also there, come on, let’s go over there…”
The City Guard had 200 people, with a Captain, Stephen Nolan, a 7th-level knight; four lieutenants, all with knight-level strength, meaning their warrior level was at least 5th level. Gretel vaguely remembered that his father had also been a lieutenant of the City Guard before he died in battle.
As for someone like Uncle Kalen, who had never broken through to knight level, but was getting old and his body was starting to decline, he could only continue to be a small captain…
The lieutenant of the unit to which Kalen’s team belonged, Sir Flinn, looked to be in his late thirties, a prime age. After listening to Captain Kalen’s report, he glanced in the direction of the Spring Water Goddess Temple and sneered:
“They say whatever they want? – Do they think our City Guard is just for them to bully?”
Gretel’s heart sank a little. Sir Flinn beckoned him closer and asked with a smile:
“You’ve grasped the Healing Technique? And you still want to learn magic? How many times a month will you go?”
“Lawmaster Gelman has allowed me to go every day.” Gretel answered honestly. After a pause, he hesitated, looking embarrassed:
“Sir Flinn, can I… can I ask you…”
“What?”
Sir Flinn asked with interest. Gretel tried hard not to blush:
“It’s just, I’m going to be going to the Magic Tower to read books for the next few days, so I can’t participate in patrol, can I… not have my salary deducted for the time being…”
Not going to work for a long time, not a paid vacation, but still wanting to get paid, this was something that had never happened in Gretel’s previous life. He was so embarrassed that he stammered and finally finished his sentence, but he heard Sir Flinn burst into laughter:
“Little Gretel, you… you!”
Gretel was stunned. Sir Flinn burst into laughter, even tears came out of his eyes. He wiped his eyes with his hand:
“You’re still worried about getting your salary deducted! You silly child, you… hahahahahaha!”
This burst of laughter was deafening. The two knights fighting on the field were also distracted. Sir Siro’s hand slowed down, he failed to block, and with a bang, he was knocked flying!
“Ah!!!”
The onlookers let out a cry. A group of people ran inside. Gretel only took a few steps when he heard someone yelling:
“Pastor! Call the pastor!”
The tone was urgent and shrill. It was exactly the same as the families in the emergency room in his previous life shouting “Doctor!”
Gretel quickened his pace even more. He pushed through the crowd and peeked through the gap. His breath caught in his throat.
The injured man was curled up on the ground, his lips purplish, his hands desperately reaching for his chest. His eyes were wide open like goldfish eyes, he was gasping for air, trying desperately to breathe. The veins in his neck were bulging like earthworms, he was sweating profusely, struggling desperately.
This was…
“Take off his clothes! Take them off!”
Without him having to say anything, the warriors beside him were already tearing at the injured man’s clothes. Removing the clothes of an injured person to allow the pastor to treat them was almost a common practice among warriors. As soon as the clothes were removed, the injury was visible, and Gretel immediately frowned.
The injured man’s chest was twisted unnaturally. His ribs were broken, his chest wall was caved in, and a sharp bone was protruding from the skin. Even more dangerous was the right side of his chest, which was unusually full.
The distance between the ribs was clearly wider. With each breath, the collapsed part of the right chest sank and then rose.
Combining this with the previous symptoms of purple lips, bulging carotid artery, and difficulty breathing, Gretel immediately thought of a word:
Tension pneumothorax!
(End of Chapter)
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