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    Chapter 43: Double the Treatment Fee, Double the Joy

    A pile of goods sat before him. The square table in Gretel’s house was completely filled, leaving almost no space.

    Two reams of writing paper – or official paper. Without a comparison, Gretel couldn’t tell which was which, he could only judge that the quality of this paper was much better than the hemp paper he brought with him today.

    Two reams of magic scroll paper. Soft, white, and smooth. Although it didn’t yet compare to A4 paper from his past life, it was already quite good compared to the book pages he saw during the day.

    Ten quill pens, the nibs finely sharpened, the central line of the pen shaft long and straight. A sharpening knife was included. Gretel tested the steel edge, it seemed very sharp.

    Two bottles of ink. Five-ounce large bottles, roughly three times the size of the Hero ink from his past life. It seemed enough to last for half a year.

    Gretel tallied up his gains. If the cheaper kind of paper was official paper, one knife was one gold coin, that’s 20 gold coins. Two reams of magic paper, one ream 20 knives, one knife 25 sheets, one sheet four silver coins, tsk… 400 gold coins.

    Fine goose feather pens were 4 silver coins each, large bottles of ink 8 silver coins each, together, another 5 gold coins and 6 silver coins. Counting it all up, the cost of this treatment was 425 gold coins…

    He didn’t know how much the profit margin of that stationery shop was. Even with the cost of the goods, the old man had spent more than two hundred gold coins with this one purchase.

    … But then again, how much was a life worth, or a “Heal Fatal Wounds” Divine Technique, in this world?

    Gretel scratched his head, then scratched again. He wasn’t quite sure of the answer to this question, but in the web novels he had read before, “Heal Fatal Wounds” was a fourth, fifth, or sixth level Divine Technique? In any case, it definitely started at a thousand gold coins. Commoners, or even ordinary middle class people, couldn’t afford it…

    Thinking back, it was the same in his past life. It was human nature, if money could save a life, most people would do everything they could. When faced with a life-threatening illness, a family, a few hundred thousand dollars in the ICU wouldn’t be unusual –

    Choking on gold coins, if you’re lucky, you can swallow it down; if you’re unlucky, an esophageal foreign body blockage, you could die right there. Earlier, he had provided immediate relief, even if it wasn’t saving their whole life, it was at least saving half a life.

    So a shopkeeper, using some goods from his own shop to repay him, was… acceptable?

    After a lot of mental preparation, Gretel finally felt at ease. He looked at the towering stacks of white paper on the table, his smile widening little by little. Suddenly, he clenched his fists and raised them high:

    “Yes!”

    He had money!

    No, he had paper and pens!

    He wouldn’t have to worry about copying books anymore!

    Not to mention copying books, he wouldn’t have to worry about copying scrolls in the future!

    “Gretel, Gretel!”

    There was a knock on the door outside, sounding familiar. Gretel got up and opened the door, finding two familiar faces standing outside: one was his superior’s superior, Knight Flynn of their squad, the other was Knight Siro, who he had saved from death on the training ground yesterday afternoon.

    Gretel invited them in. Knight Flynn glanced at the table and couldn’t help but exclaim:

    “Little Gretel, you’ve struck it rich! So much paper and pens?”

    Gretel had to tell him about his strange encounter. Before he finished, he saw Knight Flynn and Knight Siro looking at each other, their expressions a little strange. After a moment, Knight Flynn forced a smile and handed him a small pouch:

    “Your salary for this month, count it. – The Captain said your salary should be paid according to the squad leader’s level first, and then we’ll apply for a raise for you later when you level up. You don’t have to be on duty, just come to the camp if you have time.”

    Gretel nodded vigorously.

    Not being on duty was what Knight Nolan promised him yesterday. A salary raise was a pleasant surprise…

    Gretel glanced at the table, thinking that he needed to quickly write the battlefield first aid manual, if it was popularized in the camp, it could save many people…

    He took the pouch, Knight Flynn stepped back, and Knight Siro stepped forward. His face was visibly embarrassed, he scratched his hair, struggled for a good few seconds before taking out a silk pouch:

    “Well, thank you yesterday. I should have given it to you yesterday, but it was too late, and you left early today…”

    “You don’t have to!” Gretel reflexively jumped back. He turned his head and looked around.

    Giving him something, and something he needed, that was fine. But giving him money directly was too shocking! Especially since he had treated him yesterday, and he was coming over to stuff money into his hand today!

    This gave him a feeling of accepting red envelopes from patients…

    Wouldn’t the medical department find him troublesome?!

    Gretel’s heart was pounding. After a while, he finally came to his senses, this was already another world, there were no hospitals, no medical departments. Thinking about it, he was a little sad. Knight Flynn saw his expression and took the pouch, stuffing it into Gretel’s hand, holding his fist tight. As he squeezed, he said:

    “Just take it. If you don’t take this money, we won’t dare ask you to treat anyone in the future.”

    “There are patients?”

    Gretel’s spirits lifted. Knight Flynn pondered for a moment:

    “You said yesterday, that Knight Roman’s wrist shouldn’t be treated like that… Can you treat it your way?”

    Gretel immediately slumped. Knight Flynn shook his head vigorously: “It’s not him, it’s not him. It’s… do you remember Knight Baron? The best archer in the city, three years ago, he was slashed on his wrist here…”

    Knight Flynn pointed at his wrist vein: “Back then, the war was fierce, he could only bandage his wrist and fight with his sword. When he was treated the next day, he couldn’t use his strength, couldn’t pull his bow. It’s… like that, can you treat it?”

    It sounded like a tendon injury… but maybe not, it could be a nerve or blood vessel injury. Gretel pondered:

    “I need to check. If it’s what I think, I’ll need a lot of tools.”

    “No problem! I’ll tell him to come find you tomorrow!”

    Thanks to @冰中雪蕊, @兴欣小天使乔一帆, @cutonshary for their 100 Qidian coins.

    Last week’s chase reads dropped a lot, I really do write badly… Today I am urgently and tearfully revising my drafts…

    Even so, I still beg for collections, recommendations, book reviews… and all kinds of support…

    (End of chapter)

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