It can’t be that hard to open a hospital in another world, right? 37
by adminChapter 37: A Humble Abode
Gretel’s own home was actually near Uncle Kalen’s. After returning home, he couldn’t fall asleep for a long time. He tossed and turned on the bed, making a racket for a while before jumping up and lighting the oil lamp, planning to organize the things he needed for learning magic tomorrow.
This small house was Gretel’s own home, the only real estate left to him by his father. It wasn’t big, only one room, about 20 square meters. Gretel looked around, using the weak light of the oil lamp, he could see everything clearly.
Despite the small size, the quality of the house was quite good. The windows were made of wooden louvers, but they had a lot of cracks from the passage of time. A slight cool breeze blew in through the cracks, hitting Gretel, making him shiver.
The house was furnished with all the necessities. A double bed, a wardrobe, and a washbasin on the bedside table. The square table by the window was probably for eating, with two chairs next to it, one vertical and one horizontal. One of them had a broken leg and could only lean against the wall, propped up with two bricks to maintain balance.
On the other side of the room, a wooden frame was leaning against the wall, with a set of leather armor hanging on it, quite exquisite, inlaid with many copper pieces. Beside the armor stood a large sword. Gretel went over and tried to lift it, but he couldn’t move it at all. It must have been the weapon used by his father.
Looking down further, a wooden box was stuffed against the wall under the bed, the one with his father’s books in it.
He certainly didn’t need to bring the books to the Magic Tower. Gretel thought for a moment, dragged out the book box, pulled out a feather pen with half of the feathers missing, and a small bottle of ink that was almost dry. He moved aside a few books, took out a small roll of rough hemp paper, and unfolded it. There were only five or six sheets left.
Was this all that his predecessor had left behind to learn to read and write?
If copying was forbidden and he could only take notes, these paper and pens would be… barely enough for the first day…
Gretel sighed deeply. He put the paper and pen into his backpack, pushed the book box back under the bed, blew out the oil lamp, and stretched out on the bed. Sleepiness almost immediately enveloped him. In the darkness, Gretel thought in a daze:
“Wow… I’m a homeowner now…”
In his previous life, he didn’t get married and his salary was low. He watched his salary increase linearly, while the housing price index rose exponentially. He finally decided to buy a house after a long time. After paying the down payment and making mortgage payments for half a year, he still hadn’t gotten the keys, then he transmigrated.
It couldn’t be more tragic.
Fortunately, he had a house after transmigrating. No matter how old and dilapidated it was, it was still a house! It was made of brick and wood, much better than the dilapidated wooden shack he saw yesterday.
【Your residence has surpassed 85% of the homes in the city. Please continue to maintain it. 】
If he had brought a system with him when he transmigrated, that’s probably what the system would have prompted at this moment.
This sleep was very comfortable. It wasn’t until the loud crowing of a rooster broke the dawn that Gretel opened his eyes and sat up abruptly from the bed.
Mage Apprentice!
I’m going to learn magic!
Oh, I’m still so sleepy… I did surgery all night with the Necromancer yesterday, then rushed back to the city in the morning to seek admission to the Magic Tower. Then I returned to the barracks, saved people, gave lectures, and went to the Spring Water Goddess Temple. This intensity is like working overtime in my previous life!
Forget it, let’s just wash my face with cold water. Gretel jumped out of bed, humming a song as he began to wash up. There was no such thing as a bathroom in this house. The washbasin was empty. Gretel searched his memory hard before remembering that the well was half a street away…
He went out to take care of his personal needs, and brought back a bucket of water. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, cleaned himself up, opened the wardrobe and took out the two shirts he owned, comparing them back and forth:
Both shirts were long-sleeved, one dark and one light. The light one was too small and looked tight on him, his elbows couldn’t bend. The dark one was the right size, but it had several patches on the elbows and cuffs…
Gretel held one shirt in each hand, hesitating. The rest of the clothes in the wardrobe were vests. Thinking about how Gelman Lawmaster wore a robe yesterday when he went to the Magic Tower, how Elliot was blown up in a robe, and even the servants who opened the door wore shirts and waistcoats…
Since he was going to study, and it was clear he was going to be at the very bottom of the Magic Tower, it was better to dress as neatly as possible. There were already enough difficulties, no need to create more.
So… which one should he wear?
He compared the two shirts and finally gritted his teeth, changing into the dark old one. He was about to put on his shoes when someone knocked on the door outside the house:
“Little Gretel, Little Gretel!”
“I’m coming, Aunt Eilin!”
Gretel jumped up and answered loudly. He didn’t bother to put on his shoes, just jumped over and opened the door. As soon as the door opened, Aunt Eilin’s thin hand slapped his shoulder:
“Little Gretel, aren’t you going to the Magic Tower today? Why are you dressed like this? Come, put on this one, this is a new one made by your brother Raymon, it hasn’t been worn yet. Your aunt altered it for you. Did you eat breakfast? Your aunt prepared lunch for you too, remember to bring it!”
“Aunt Eilin!”
Gretel blurted out. A warm current surged through his chest, his chest rose and fell twice before he whispered:
“Aunt, this is Raymon’s shirt for the Midsummer Festival…”
“Don’t mind that boy!”
Aunt Eilin stuffed the clothes into his hands. Without saying anything, she pushed him around in a circle, slapped him hard again, and urged him to change clothes:
“That kid, even if he wears good clothes, he won’t find a girlfriend on Midsummer Festival. Put it on, Little Gretel, you’re going to learn magic, of course you have to wear something nice!”
This slap landed, and Gretel couldn’t dodge it. His shoulder went numb immediately. Gretel’s face turned sour, he reflexively let out a cry:
“Ouch!”
This isn’t scientific!
This body is at least a level one warrior!
The fact is, even a legendary warrior, when attacked by a slap from the aunt who watched him grow up, the hit rate is still 100%. Gretel was knocked back and forth, he could only run to the corner of the wall, changing clothes quickly. Aunt Eilin pulled him back and forth, the more she looked at him, the more satisfied she was.
“Oh, Little Gretel, this clothes looks so good on you! Your aunt has always known that you would be successful…”
Gretel pulled her hand back. It was rough to the touch, the fingertips were pitted, and there were even bloodstains on closer inspection. Apparently, she worked all night last night, she must have pricked her finger more than once. Gretel sighed softly, clasped her rough and warm hands in his own, and closed his eyes.
“Health is paramount, life entrusted…”
He silently recited the Hippocratic Oath. Between his palms, a faint white light gently lit up, spreading along the woman’s fingertips, finger pads, palms, and wrists.
Where it passed, the cracks healed, and the punctures closed up. A warm current flowed through the hands that had been soaked, hammered, and washed in cold water every day, dispelling the cold that had been lurking in the bone joints.
“Little Gretel, you don’t…”
The woman’s voice trembled slightly. Gretel opened his eyes and looked down at her hands, now soft and smooth again, and smiled sincerely:
“Aunt Eilin, thank you for your hard work.”
(End of Chapter)
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