It can’t be that hard to open a hospital in another world, right? 48
by adminChapter 48: Oops, caught copying books!
Sir Barlen left with a thousand thanks. Even though he wasn’t cured, or even treated yet, the effort Gretel put in was worth his heartfelt gratitude.
Gretel didn’t care about his thanks. Before he left, he held Sir Barlen’s hand, repeatedly and continuously admonishing:
“Don’t smoke! Don’t smoke again when you go back! — If you smoke, your hand won’t heal easily!”
“Why?”
“Just listen to me!” Gretel pushed him out the door with all his might. Tobacco, nicotine, nicotine constricts blood vessels, which makes it difficult for wounds to heal. Most obviously, fingers after replantation are prone to necrosis. While Sir Barlen needed wrist tendon surgery, reducing the impact was always good.
But do you want me to explain to you what nicotine is?
Thanks, forget it, just listen to me!
After seeing off the guest, Gretel returned to his desk and began to draft. — It was so happy to be rich. Two thousand sheets of paper were piled up at home. He could write whatever he wanted, tear one sheet at a time. He no longer had to be so frugal and write every inch of the paper!
He sorted out his thoughts, first wrote the medical history in flowing strokes, then dipped his pen in ink and wrote down line by line:
Anesthesia, hemostasis, disinfection, surgery.
Anesthesia: Ask the War God Temple if they have any ready-made Divine Techniques. If so, do an experiment to determine the results; If not, ask the alchemist. Yew, Datura, Deadly Nightshade, Belladonna; Ask if there are corresponding magical techniques;
Hemostasis: Tourniquet, hemostatic forceps, Divine Technique hemostasis
Disinfection: Wash hands, prepare strong wine, sterilize all instruments and clothing in advance at high temperatures.
Gretel put a question mark on the two words “instruments.” He swore to Hippocrates that he wasn’t being greedy. He only asked for two hemostatic forceps and three tissue forceps. What if something unexpected happened? If the instruments are contaminated and need to be used again, what should I do?
Holy Light disinfection?
Fire disinfection?
If only a Daoist Priest’s hand could be used instead of tissue forceps… That thing is not an entity, so contamination wouldn’t be a problem…
Well, I still need to study magic hard!
He recited the word list he had copied today and yesterday, and went to sleep. The next morning, he went to the city guard’s barracks and got a horse. He mounted the horse and headed straight for the Mage Tower.
The horse was borrowed from the city guard—or rather, Captain Flynn gave him face and let him use it. He would keep it in the stables when he went to the Mage Tower, paying the gatekeeper five silver coins a month. When he returned to the city, he would return it to the barracks. The time saved would allow him to copy twenty more pages of words every day!
Rich!
I can afford to keep a horse!
And my living standard has gone up!
My monthly salary has increased from five silver coins to fifteen silver coins. I got a lump sum of ten gold coins. I don’t have to worry about copying fees for the time being! Gretel took a bite of the white bread with cheese and another bite of the cured meat, happily.
After this lunch, I have to continue copying the dictionary! After I finish copying the dictionary, then translate the magic book and see what magic in the book can be used for surgery!
Just as he was thinking happily, a “creak” came from behind him, and the door opened wide. Gretel turned his head and saw a little boy skipping in. He looked like a child from a wealthy family. He wore a shirt with a bow tie, breeches and leather boots. His velvet jacket was adorned with a row of shiny silver buttons.
Seeing Gretel looking at him, the child immediately slowed down, his face turned serious, and he put his hands behind his back. He was only a little over ten years old, but he had a pompous air, which made Gretel want to laugh.
A newcomer?
Oh no, I can’t copy books today!
I don’t know how long this kid will stay. If he stays here all the time, I’ll have to find other ways to copy books… Luckily, I put everything away when I had lunch…
Gretel thought quickly, and casually greeted him with “Hello.” As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up and saw the man behind the boy. He immediately got up:
“Lawmaster Elliot.”
Lawmaster Elliot nodded to Gretel, turned and left. The boy watched him leave, then suddenly ran to Gretel’s side and made a face at him:
“Who are you?”
“I am—”
The boy obviously didn’t wait for Gretel’s answer. After making a face, he ran to the corner and started rummaging through Gretel’s backpack. He didn’t rummage for long before he pulled out a stack of paper, flipping through it:
“What are you doing? Wow, you’re copying books!”
“Shh!”
Gretel quickly stopped him. He wanted to reach out and grab it, but he was afraid of tearing the paper. He lifted his hand but stopped. He suddenly turned his head and saw Lawmaster Elliot looking over from outside the library. He exchanged glances with Gretel, then walked away nonchalantly.
Gretel felt a little relieved. He looked back at the room and saw the boy giggling and shaking the paper. He held it in front of him for a while, then hid it behind him and ran around the room.
“You’re copying books? You’re done for! Lawmaster said, you’re only allowed to look, not copy!”
The paper wasn’t very strong, and he shook it back and forth. With a “rip”, one of the pages tore. Gretel was anxious:
“Hey, give it back!”
He went up to grab it. The boy dodged and weaved, giggling. Then, with a slip, he dived under the table. Gretel hadn’t bent down yet when he heard the child shout:
“You dare grab it! You dare grab it while you’re copying books! — Lawmaster Elliot, someone is secretly copying books! Lawmaster Elliot!”
The child’s voice was loud and sharp. As soon as he shouted, the bottom floor of the Mage Tower was filled with echoes. Gretel couldn’t stop him in time. He was about to go over and cover his mouth, but a stern voice came from outside the library:
“What’s going on?”
Gretel stopped, turned his head. At the door, Elliot had already bowed:
“Teacher.”
Oh no… Caught red-handed. Gretel groaned inwardly, but could only bow as well:
“Lawmaster.”
“What are you arguing about?” Lawmaster Gelman stepped in. He was still wearing the same tight red robe, and his eyes still sparkled with intelligence. With a single glance, the few scattered sheets of paper floated up and automatically flew into his hand.
There’s no escape… I originally wanted to make some progress and then ask someone to request it, but it’s only been two and a half days! Can you tell what I’m doing in two and a half days? Can you impress this Lawmaster?
Or, can I still go to the Necromancer now? Maybe I’ll be killed by a Fireball? No, I probably won’t be killed by a Fireball. This is the library after all, I’m afraid of fire…
Gretel was thinking wildly. His heart was beating wildly, his breath was getting faster and faster, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. It seemed like he was really nervous. Adrenaline was being secreted in large quantities, constricting blood vessels and increasing heart rate…
Gretel was surprised that he still had time to think about these things. He took a step forward, held his head high and looked straight into Lawmaster Gelman’s eyes. He spoke calmly, defending himself:
“I’m not copying from the book. I’m just making some notes and summaries for myself to memorize.”
“That’s still copying!” The boy shouted. Lawmaster Gelman raised his hand, stopping him from arguing. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he looked at the few sheets of paper in his hand, suddenly said:
“Where are the others? Bring them out.”
It turns out he didn’t forget about quitting smoking. Give yourself a thumbs up.
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Only 15 more collections yesterday, but the old book had 18 more. Wuwuwu????
(End of chapter)
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