It can’t be that hard to open a hospital in another world, right? 90
by admin## Chapter 90: Can’t Save, Farewell
The girl’s smile was radiant.
The carriage came charging forward, about to crash.
The passersby’s shouts, the child’s mother’s screams, the dust kicked up by the rolling wheels…
In Grett’s perception, everything played out like slow motion, frame by frame.
Grett instinctively lunged forward. The carriage rumbled closer, the dust it kicked up already hitting his face. He reached out his hands as far as he could, his fingertips only a meter and a half, a meter, half a meter away from the bewildered girl…
Swish!
A figure arrived first, rushing past him. Grett was pulled back by the person, his body shifting from a forward lunge to a backward fall, landing with a heavy thud!
“Ouch!”
Grett cried out in pain. His back slammed against the ground, sliding backward a distance, leaving him covered in dust. In the midst of it all, Grett managed to lift his head, seeing a gray-clothed figure whirlwind past, swooping down to scoop up the girl.
The person moved with incredible agility. With his left arm holding the girl, his right arm stretched out, already clasping the galloping horse. In one swift motion, he was on the horse’s back, pulling on the reins:
“Whoa—good child, stop! Stop!”
The horse reared up and whinnied, slowly coming to a halt. Grett chuckled wryly:
“Master…”
He struggled to get back on his feet, rubbing his back with his hand, realizing that the fall wasn’t actually painful. Had Elder Elwin flung him away? Maybe he thought Grett was getting in the way, causing trouble?
“Just… stay by the side, a Level One newbie, don’t go up and cause a fuss?”
Grett muttered under his breath. He had just breathed a sigh of relief when a whip crack, loud and sudden, erupted in front of him:
“Get down!”
The coachman swung his whip, aiming for the head, drawing back to strike. There was an extra person on the horse’s back, the carriage swayed violently, then stopped. The lady inside shrieked—what was this? This was ruining his livelihood!
Besides, the person holding the carriage was dressed in plain gray, not some silk robes. This lowly commoner, daring to cause trouble with his skills, deserved a good beating!
The whip cracked with a ferocious sound. Elder Elwin didn’t turn back, catching the whip in one hand, then pulling and flicking it:
“Get down!”
“Ah—”
With a long scream, the domineering coachman was thrown off the horse uncontrollably, landing on the ground.
The carriage shuddered again. Grett, sitting on the ground, could only hear another exclamation from inside the carriage, followed by the woman’s sharp questioning:
“What happened? Robbie!”
“Madam! – Someone is trying to rob the carriage!”
The coachman cried out from the ground. The lady exclaimed from inside the carriage:
“What!”
A white hand lifted the carriage curtain. The gemstone ring on her finger flashed in the sunlight, the light stabbing into Grett’s eyes, causing him to reflexively close them. He could only hear the woman’s sharp voice:
“Are there bandits? What are the guards doing? Guards, guards!”
The sound of horses’ hooves pounded the ground. Two guards galloped over, hearing the lady’s shouts, but dared not move. In front of the carriage, Elder Elwin dismounted, gently holding the little girl in his arms, stroking her hair:
“It’s okay now, go to your mother. Be careful next time!”
“Thank you, Grandpa!” Ava curtsied and ran off. Elder Elwin straightened up, a hint of a smile on his face as he turned around, directly facing the two guards who were frozen, unsure what to do with their limbs.
“E-Elder Elwin…”
“You know me?” The elder’s thick eyebrows rose slightly. “Well, you should know me. — The one who was lurking behind me in that alley, saying things about young Grett, was it you?”
“It wasn’t me!” the guard screamed, fleeing like he’d seen a ghost. The elder didn’t chase him, but stood with his arms crossed, watching the woman’s face in the carriage, watching her complexion slowly turn pale, before asking with a light chuckle:
“Your carriage guards?”
“No!”
The woman instinctively denied it. The elder looked at the emblem on her carriage, then at the family crest on the fleeing guard’s uniform, and chuckled softly:
“Sigh, why are you all so nervous? I haven’t even thanked you for recommending such a good student—young Grett!”
Grett hurried over. The elder patted him on the shoulder, pulling him towards the carriage:
“See, he’s young Grett, my disciple. He just advanced to Level One Pastor yesterday, his aptitude is truly excellent. — Grett, greet Lady Dea.”
Tsk tsk, Master is so devious… This is basically telling her “I know you’re the one who wronged my disciple, but my disciple has a promising future” – what’s the difference? Grett secretly admired him. He nodded politely to her:
“Lady Dea.”
Lady Dea’s face turned even paler, her fingers gripping the edge of the carriage window, ready to collapse. Seeing them turn to leave, her thin chest rose and fell rapidly a few times, then she gritted her teeth and screamed:
“Wait!”
Elder Elwin dragged Grett, not stopping. A loud “bang” came from behind, Lady Dea stumbled and fell out of the carriage, rushing towards them:
“Roman! Roman’s hand! Can you cure it?!”
What? Grett was confused. Elder Elwin hinted beside him: “She’s Roman’s mother. — The knight from the Spring Water Temple.”
Oh… The one who had his flexor tendons severed by the Necromancer’s cat, right? Grett recalled the injury, then considered his current Healing Technique skills, and shook his head decisively:
“Sorry, I can’t cure it.”
Without a microscope, without specialized hand surgery tools, how could I possibly cure him!
However, his thoughts were interpreted by the woman as hesitation, and hesitation was interpreted as unwillingness to help. She hurried towards him, her arms outstretched, blocking Grett’s path:
“Please! Please! I know Roman offended you—we will never dare again! Please save him! I’ll give you anything! Anything you want—this, this, and this…”
Lady Dea fell to her knees with a thud. Her gorgeous silk dress spread out on the ground, stained with mud, but she didn’t care, hurriedly taking off her rings, bracelets, and necklaces. A heap of jewels was placed before Grett, her palms trembling violently, the glow of the gemstones particularly dazzling in her palm:
“These are all yours! The carriage, the manor, anything you want… Please, save him, as long as you, you can heal him…”
Pity the hearts of parents all over the world… Grett sighed inwardly. Years of medical experience made him not only not step forward to help, but instead step back a few steps, shrinking behind Elder Elvin:
“Sorry, I really can’t cure your son’s injury. — My medical skills aren’t good enough.”
“You know how to cure it, don’t you?! You know! You just won’t help!” Lady Dea shrieked loudly. She paused, then her voice became mournful and tearful:
“Please save him… How can you turn a blind eye, you’re a healer! A healer!… Please, Roman is all I have, he’s all I have…”
… See, this is a definite medical troublemaker in the making. If he doesn’t treat him, he’ll make a fuss, if he can’t cure him, he’ll make a fuss, if he cures him but spends too much money, he’ll still make a fuss… It’s less trouble to just not treat him from the start.
Fortunately, this world doesn’t have things like physician liability…
Grett retreated cautiously, repeating again: “Sorry, I really can’t cure him.”
“Stop talking to her!” Elder Elvin finally had enough, he roared. He lifted Grett and walked away, leaving behind Lady Dea’s long, mournful cries:
“Please…”
Thanks to @LongJiudi for the 100 starting coins.
(Please don’t compare a Level 1 warrior’s physical combat strength to an 8th-level druid, thank you)
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