It can’t be that hard to open a hospital in another world, right? 62
by admin## Chapter 62: When a Fake Meets a Real One
Set a bone?
Grett decided he wouldn’t bother with this grunt work.
He could actually grit his teeth and push, maybe he could even manage it. His original body was a Level One Warrior after all, both strength and fighting ability were much stronger than ordinary people. But why?
I am a mage!
I am an elegant mage!
I have already changed professions, I am not a warrior, not a physical class!
I should be waving my staff, chanting spells. Anything over five pounds, anything the Mage Hand can’t lift, leave it to someone else to carry!
He took a step back, making room, and gestured for the white-haired old man to grab the two broken ends. With this kind of badass who could carry a person with one hand and run like the wind, why should I exert myself!
Magic light shone brightly. Grett put his hands on the old man’s, gently pushing and pulling, guiding the old man’s strength, while giving orders nonstop:
“A little bit forward, a little bit more forward, good, pull your right hand back, no, retreat a little bit, good! Aligned! Slowly bring it closer, closer! Stop! Wait!”
The old man’s arm muscles tightened quietly. He turned his head and looked at Grett with a strange expression.
Grett gave him a sheepish smile.
The duration of the Detect Magic ended…
This thing was too short. Every time you cast a spell, depending on the mage’s level, it could only last for 1 minute per level. Grett is currently a Mage Apprentice, considered 0.5 level, so he can only cast Detect Magic for 30 seconds…
Grett took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes and focused, casting again. The magic light shone once more, illuminating the broken bones in his meditative vision, guiding the bone setting. Grett pushed and pulled with his hands, giving orders, the white-haired old man cooperated very well, and finally, before the next 30 seconds ended, he had repositioned the tibia and fibula that had broken and protruded.
“Alright…”
Grett released his hand and slumped to the ground with a thud. The consequence of casting four spells in a short time finally manifested: his forehead was throbbing, his head was buzzing, and his temples were throbbing rhythmically. Grett closed his eyes and rested on his own, then he heard the old man say in surprise:
“Perfectly aligned! – How did you do it?”
“I can see…with magic…”
Grett replied weakly. He immediately heard the next question: “What next? What should we do?”
Grett really wanted to say “Just throw Healing Technique and stop bothering me.” But the patient was lying there, and the better the treatment, the better the prognosis. He had to struggle to get up and give instructions. Grett opened his eyes, sat up with effort, and leaned forward to look:
“Wait…”
Fortunately, the Mage Hand’s duration hadn’t ended yet. Grett mustered his spirits and continued to manipulate the spell. In a moment, the two major blood vessels were gently pulled out and brought together.
Grett turned his head, nudged the white-haired old man:
“Now, connect these two blood vessels.”
“Huh, you’re…”
The old man was filled with astonishment. He leaned down and examined carefully, even reached out and touched it lightly:
“…Mage Hand? Use it like this?”
“Yes.” Grett smiled slightly, showing a little modesty. “It’s convenient, and clean.” Forceps also need to be carried around, and sterilized in advance!
The old man repeated “convenient, clean” softly, then pointed with his finger. A white light flew from his fingertips, landing on the blood vessels. The blood vessels, with a diameter of millimeters, immediately healed completely. Grett released the Mage Hand, and soon, bright red blood rushed through again.
That’s it…I can’t really connect the nerves…
Grett silently breathed a sigh of relief. He continued to instruct: “Connect the bones inside…yes, be precise with the Healing Technique, connect the bones first, let me see…no problem, then wait, let me straighten the muscles…”
Mage Hand! Go!
The translucent, formless hands, rose again, carefully combing the muscles.
The damaged muscles, pierced by bone fragments, were combed one by one. Grett and the white-haired old man cooperated tacitly, he separated one, the old man cast a Healing Technique. After combing all of them, Grett closed his eyes, his spine slumped again:
“Alright…all – done!”
Without him saying anything, the old man cast another white light, healing the damaged skin. Then he stroked the injured leg, pressing here and there, becoming increasingly surprised:
“The Healing Technique consumption is exactly half! – How did you do it?”
“Manual bone setting, task decomposition…” Grett’s voice grew fainter, his speech slurred, he looked like he was about to fall asleep at any moment. While swaying precariously, he didn’t forget to instruct:
“You remember to throw a few Healing Techniques at his chest and abdomen, he fell from such a high place, I’m worried he might have internal injuries…a physical examination alone can’t see many things…”
The old man obeyed. He threw a few Healing Techniques, and the patient’s spirit was lifted, he sat up without needing assistance. As soon as his foot touched the ground, he immediately cried out:
“Ahh!!!”
Grett woke up immediately! He rushed forward, with the strength of only a Level One Warrior, he actually beat the old man and grabbed the injured man to check him up and down. After a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief:
“It’s nothing serious, just a foot injury. It’s most likely a calcaneus fracture…Just throw another Healing Technique.”
Fracture again? The old man’s hand releasing the Healing Technique stopped:
“The fractured area…can you still see it?”
Grett’s face turned sour. He tilted his head, looking weakly at the old man:
“I’ve used up my spells…”
Grett’s current mental energy could cast five zero-level spells a day. He had already used them all: three variations of the X-ray spell from Detect Magic, one Mage Hand, and one Magic Trick. If he wanted to cast another one, he currently had only one option:
Wait until tomorrow.
Oh, and he had to get eight hours of sleep that night.
…So being a mage really isn’t a profession that can pull all-nighters. Thank goodness, no more 996.
Out of spells?
A hint of amusement flashed in the old man’s eyes. The information he received was that this young man was still a Mage Apprentice, and a newly-promoted one at that. After meeting him, five consecutive magic fluctuations, it was true, he was out of spells, he couldn’t cast anymore…
He took a small bottle from his belt. After thinking for a moment, he put it back, reached into his bosom, took out another one, and presented it to Grett:
“Just drink a drop.”
A bottle with a finger-long, thumb-thick body. Grett took it in his hand and looked at it: the bottle mouth was sealed with a wooden stopper, the potion inside flowed with brilliance, a beautiful emerald green. But it’s green! Life potion is red, magic potion is blue, what is this green one?
Could it be poison?!
He looked at the old man for help, but didn’t get an answer. He pulled out the stopper, first flashed the air at the bottle mouth with his palm, carefully smelled it. A cool fragrance rushed over, Grett’s nose twitched, he almost sneezed.
…It doesn’t seem like poison?
And it seems my head is a little clearer!
Grett’s eyes lit up. He followed the old man’s instructions, carefully tilting the bottle, trying to drink only a drop…You’re not going to give me a dropper with such a small dosage? Pouring it into my mouth like this, I’m bound to swallow it all!
A drop of coolness exploded on his tongue, quickly expanding. Filling his mouth, rushing up his nostrils, spreading to his brain. Grett shivered, the fatigue and dizziness after casting spells were instantly washed away.
“I’m good to go again!” He jumped up: “Grab his foot, get ready, I’m casting!”
In the meditative environment, bright magic light shone once again.
Grett cooperated with the old man to reposition the injured man’s calcaneus, completing the treatment. The injured man and his family thanked them profusely, but the old man didn’t care at all, he pulled Grett around and escaped from the crowd. Seeing Grett follow him obediently, the old man patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction and asked with a smile:
“Are you the one who received the divine revelation of the Natural God?”
Received the news, will be on the trial promotion list next week.
Please don’t shelf the book, come and check it every day, help me with the trial promotion, thank you!
Also, the usual begging for collection, recommendation, book review…and monthly ticket…May Day is here, please throw all your guaranteed monthly tickets to me!
(End of chapter)
**Notes:**
* **Li Gui (李鬼)** and **Li Kui (李逵)** are characters from the classic Chinese novel *Water Margin*. Li Kui is a loyal and straightforward character, while Li Gui is a fake who pretends to be Li Kui. This idiom implies someone trying to pass themselves off as someone else.
* **996**: Refers to the work schedule of 9am to 9pm, six days a week, a common practice in China’s tech industry, known for its exploitative nature.
* **Trial promotion**: A term used in web novels to refer to the process of a new novel being promoted by the platform.
* **Guaranteed monthly ticket**: A type of reward given to users in web novel platforms, which can be used to vote for their favorite novels.
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