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    “Little Grett, we’re here!”

    A shout ripped through the air. A small squad of city guards thundered into view. The captain, already yelling from a distance, asked:

    “What do you need us to do?”

    Gretel turned around, his face lighting up with relief. The captain, named Horen, was a good friend of Uncle Kalen’s, and Gretel knew him well. He replied loudly:

    “Maintain order! Report this! Get a pastor over here! Go to the barracks and get my surgery kit!

    — Anyone see any other injured people? Don’t touch anyone else, just those with yellow markers, and stop their bleeding!”

    MD!

    I knew something was wrong! I’m a city guard — even if I’m just drawing a salary now, and Raymon is a city guard too! On a big festival like this, shouldn’t we be all on duty maintaining order!

    Why are they all out playing in the streets!

    “How many pastors?”

    “As many as you can find!”

    “@#%$!”

    Captain Horen cursed under his breath, leaving a “Listen to Little Grett” behind, before sprinting off. He ran all the way, grabbing the first comrade he saw, and roared:

    “Go to the War God Temple! Go to the Spring Water Goddess Temple! Call for help! The stage on North Main Street collapsed, dozens of people are dead or injured!”

    Actually, the Natural God Sect was the most reliable… Captain Horen secretly regretted. The followers of the Natural God were kind and gentle, caring for the poor, never refusing to treat them just because they couldn’t afford it. But they didn’t have a fixed temple! At this moment, trying to find them all over the street was just too difficult!

    “What about you, Horen?”

    “I’m going to the City Lord’s Mansion.”

    The City Lord’s Mansion was filled with music and dance.

    Lord Joannes, the Viscount, held a banquet to celebrate the Midsummer Festival, and most of the city’s big shots were present. The High Priest of the Spring Water Goddess Temple, the Bishop of the War God Temple, even the usually elusive elders of the Natural God Sect, all came. After all, they were active in Hartland City, and they had to give face to the City Lord.

    In the midst of the laughter and music, Captain Horen burst in, heading straight for the group of knights:

    “C-Captain! Something happened on North Main Street, dozens of people are dead or injured!”

    “What?!”

    Nolan, the Captain, and the other knights all jumped up. North Main Street was one of the most bustling areas in Hartland City, none of these knights dared to say their families were definitely not there. Dozens of people dead or injured… even at this grand banquet in the City Lord’s Mansion, two knights shifted, almost ready to run.

    Lord Joannes, the Viscount, frowned and waved his hand:

    “Stop singing! — What happened?”

    “It-it was the stage that collapsed… there were so many people around, crowded tightly, they trampled each other…”

    Horen quickly told them everything. As soon as he said the first sentence, Elder Elvin got up and walked down quickly; as soon as he finished the second sentence, the bald-headed Bishop also stood up, asking as he walked:

    “Who’s in charge over there?”

    “It’s Little Grett…”

    Captain Horen blurted out, then quickly shut his mouth. Little Grett had a good relationship with the War God Temple, it was fine to talk about it privately; but there were many eyes and ears in the City Lord’s Mansion, if someone disliked Little Grett, saying one more word now would be causing trouble for him.

    “Gretel Nordmark?”

    As expected, the High Priest of the Spring Water Goddess Temple frowned and asked. Before Captain Horen could answer, he explained to the City Lord:

    “I know this little guy, he only mastered Healing Technique over a month ago. He’s in charge of the scene—”

    Implying he didn’t think much of it. Two or three dozen injured people, what use is a cleric apprentice?

    “The little guy who cured Baron Knight?” Viscount Joannes frowned. “He’s everywhere.”

    Gretel Nordmark? Lawmaster Gelman raised an eyebrow and remained silent. But the old man with white beard sitting above him laughed, turning to him and asking:

    “That little guy? The one you mentioned, the new Lawmaster Disciple, the one the Natural God Sect elder took in as a disciple?”

    “…”

    “Interesting. Let’s go take a look.”

    A large group of dignitaries poured out of the City Lord’s Mansion. At the back of the crowd, Captain Nolan looked at his knights with a serious face:

    “Flynn, take all your men, take the back road to North Main Street! Little Grett can’t handle it alone, he needs help!”

    “Yes!”

    “Shiro, you stay here and guard the City Lord’s Mansion! Everyone else, assemble! Tell them something happened, stop playing, get out there and patrol! North Main Street already had an incident, there absolutely cannot be any more trouble elsewhere!”

    “Yes!”

    “Be careful! If something happens on the street, the City Lord will hold us city guards responsible! The fewer deaths, the lighter our responsibility — Little Grett is helping us!

    Those going to North Main Street, all listen to Little Grett’s orders, give him whatever he wants, give him people! Give him money! If it’s not enough, pay first, and come back to me later!”

    “Yes!!!”

    A large group of city guards rushed out. Meanwhile, on North Main Street, Gretel had quickly sorted the injured people, categorized them, and marked them. Until the last injured person was carried away, Gretel turned around, without stopping, and rushed into the shop converted into a shelter.

    The blazing sunlight suddenly turned dark. Gretel came to a sudden halt.

    — Twenty-nine injured people.

    — He, a doctor, with only a cleric apprentice who had limited healing ability and was barely better than useless.

    They were all ordinary civilians. Forget cardiopulmonary resuscitation, they didn’t even know how to bandage and stop bleeding, he had to teach them on the spot.

    If this was in his previous life, the entire emergency department would have been in action at this very moment. Internal medicine, general surgery, thoracic surgery, orthopedics, as well as supporting departments such as hematology and laboratory, would have rushed down from their respective floors, joining the rescue effort.

    But now, at this moment, the lives of so many people —

    Relied on him alone.

    Gretel raised his head, allowing himself one second to once again yearn for the hospital where he had worked.

    He yearned for the ever-present smell of disinfectant. Although strong, although sometimes choking, as long as he could smell it, it meant the hospital’s disinfection environment was reassuring;

    He yearned for the alarm of the cardiac monitor. Although it rang incessantly, and every time it rang, it made the doctors’ blood pressure rise by 20 millimeters of mercury, no matter what, those instruments were monitoring the patients’ conditions;

    He yearned for the fierce head nurse. Although she was sharp-tongued, she dared to scold everyone from junior nurses to deputy directors, but when it came to major emergencies, she was the one who commanded the nurses with her wind and fire, pushing instruments, preparing drugs, and handing over medical equipment, never delaying anything…

    He even yearned for the X-ray machine. Yes, he had come up with a substitute, but so what? He only found Elder Elvin’s wooden staff as something that could provide enough light source…

    But now.

    To his left, Little Johannes looked at him with pleading eyes; to his right, two city guards stood at attention, waiting for his orders. The only one who could make decisions on the spot, give orders, and perform complex medical procedures was him.

    One person.

    Twenty-nine lives!

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    (End of Chapter)

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