Chapter 126 Healing Competition! What a Difference! (On Shelves)

"Each person has a tent. If there is not enough space, we can use open space."

"Each person has an assistant, and the level is not higher than himself."

"There is no limit to the number of soldiers who can help carry the wounded."

Priest Hilde stood in the open space next to the treatment area, a little dazed. How did things come to this point? Why did he agree to... compete with that Gretel for treatment?

Oh, he didn't just agree, he took the initiative to ask for the competition...

It seems like yesterday, when we were talking, Grete said, "What I do is helpful to improve my healing skills, so my healing skills are very good..." It seemed that there was a hint of "better than you", and next to it was a hint of "better than you". Others are fanning the flames. And then somehow he came up and asked for a comparison?

The people of the Natural God Religion are all treacherous! Even a first-level priest!

By the way...why hasn't Gretel come yet...the sun is already high!

After all, Priest Hilde was the proud disciple of the chief priest of the Spring Water Temple in the county. Although he was unhappy, he was still calm. However, some of the classmates and friends who came with him to watch the fun, as well as the priests of Heartland City, could not restrain themselves and started chattering.

"Why aren't you here yet?"

"Are you afraid to compete anymore?"

"People from small places are..."

"Shh!"

"You don't want to step on your senior brother to climb up, but think about it later and regret it?"

"It must be! - Senior Brother Hilde is so strong and is the teacher's direct disciple, how can he possibly be able to compete with him!"

Hilde coughed hard several times, stopped the group's random discussion with her eyes, and waited patiently. The sun had risen a little higher, and the sound of killing could be heard faintly in the distance, and Gretel hurried over.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late." He was holding a stack of notebooks, sweating profusely from running, and had no words to apologize as soon as he came over. Little John, the priest's apprentice behind him, followed suit. He also held a stack of notebooks and stuffed them into the cabinet one after another. The breeze lifted the page, and Priest Hilde took a curious look:

"Sandy, male, 25 years old, level 3 warrior. His left upper arm was severed, and he was suspected to have lost 500+ml of blood. Supracondylar humeral amputation was performed... After the operation, the fever reached 39..."

what?

I feel like I can’t understand most of it…

Taking another closer look, Gretel's eyes were red and bloodshot. Hilde immediately darkened her face, pointed at the pile of notebooks, and said reprimandingly:

"Is this all you're doing? Didn't you sleep well last night? - If the magic has not been restored, there will be no need to compete today!"

"I'm definitely asleep!" Gretel quickly replied. By the way, he also wants to go to bed early...but can he not write the medical records? Can I skip ward rounds? Can the medicine not be changed? !

Even if there is no medical department to randomly check medical records and deduct money if they are not qualified, that is not a reason not to write them. It is impossible not to write, and it is impossible in this life. Only when there are cases can there be summary analysis, and only when there is summary analysis can there be - papers...

As for ward rounds and dressing changes, even if you don't get up in the middle of the night to do rounds, late rounds or early rounds plus dressing changes, you can't omit it!

It's pity how many people he treated yesterday, and he took Little John and the others with him that night to fill in so many medical records. He had to get up early in the morning and be busy with ward rounds. If it hadn't been for the fact that his mental strength had completely recovered after meditating, he might have really thrown himself into the street today.

Of course... it is impossible to ask for leave. In emergency surgery, as long as the patient is not too sick to get up and is dripping with water, he has to operate on the patient...

Priest Hilde looked at him doubtfully. Grete sweated silently and tried to change the topic:

"Let's get started! The wounded are coming soon. Have you brought enough? Do you want to take a look at the supplies I have prepared and give you a share if necessary?"

"No need!" Priest Hilde's face brightened slightly, thinking that the other party's suggestion was considered thoughtful. However, it was really unnecessary to get a share - as the host, with the support of the Spring Goddess Temple and the main priest teacher, what supplies could he not get?

If he hadn't agreed in advance and relied solely on his own magic, his medicine box would be filled with all kinds of healing potions, detoxification potions and energy potions, and he would have won this game!

"The wounded soldiers are here! Start!"

With an order, the flow of people transporting the wounded separated at the entrance of the camp, one on the left and one on the right, and sent the wounded soldiers to the two-man tent respectively. Priest Hilde murmured a prayer, and gentle white light and light blue water light fell one after another, and the injured healed easily. At the entrance of the tent, the notary invited from the Temple of the God of War counted loudly:

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

"The fourth one!"

There was no sound from Grete's side. Only the wounded soldiers were seen entering horizontally, but the cured soldiers were not seen coming out vertically. In the tent with the curtain hanging low, only whispers of orders could be heard:

"Hook."

"lift it up."

"Hold it and stretch it to both sides."

"Saline solution."

The notary on Grete's side walked from the left to the right of the tent, and from the right to the left, without even counting the word "1".

It was so boring, so naturally no one at the scene encouraged Gretel. The onlookers brought by Priest Hilde and the priests from the Spring Water Temple in Heartland City all gathered around Hilde and exclaimed:

"This treatment is so beautiful."

"I thought it couldn't be cured... but it came back!"

"As expected of Senior Brother Hilde... His control over the blood flow is too strong, I can't do it..."

"The speed of casting spells is 20% faster than mine!"

Hilde himself was quite proud. He held the staff in his hand and kept praying. There were beads of sweat on his forehead and he didn't even bother to wipe them away, which made the two junior sisters who were following him feel very distressed.

However, the second-level priest can only heal minor injuries at most, and the spell slots per day are also quite limited. When the seventh wounded soldier was brought in, Priest Hilde encountered a problem:

Why hasn't it been cured yet? Throw another one to treat minor injuries, but still no response? Oops, there's only one left!

"Priest Hilde, are you still treating me?" the notary asked in a low voice. Hilde gritted his teeth:

"rule!"

The last light rain fell. There was a feeling of overdraft fatigue in his mind. Priest Hilde closed his eyes and took a breath. In the tent next door, the notary at the door finally shouted:

"3!"

"Don't send the wounded soldiers away yet... I've finished treating minor injuries..." Priest Hilde waved his hand gently and found a chair to sit down and rest. After a while, the time slowed down, and just as he was about to let someone send the wounded soldiers away, the other person said again:

"4!"

Only the fourth one! I'm still three ahead of him! Priest Hilde struggled and treated two more wounded soldiers before his healing skills were completely exhausted. He slumped motionless in his seat, watching the red sun gradually move to the zenith, and listened to the notary opposite reporting the numbers:

"9!"

He's on the same level as me...can he still be cured...I can't!

"10!"

There is actually magic? This is not right! He is a first-level priest, so he should have less divine magic than me!

"...13!"

It's noon... How long can that guy last... At least come out for a bite to eat...

"18!"

More than twice as much as me! Priest Hilde gritted his teeth and stood up:

"Continue to send the wounded soldiers!"

"Hilde?"

"I can still cure it! Ointments, bandages, whatever you can cure!"

The notary dutifully continued to count. However, soon, he loudly announced a series of numbers:

"One person died!"

"2 people died!"

"Three people died..."

Do you want to continue... With such serious injuries, it seems I can't save them without resorting to magic?

Hilde looked across. Grete's tent is still letting people in like a stream. Although two people have died so far, the frequency of deaths is much lower than in his tent. Maybe... we should send people to the other side to give them a chance of survival?

Hilde stopped sadly. In front of the tent opposite, the notary reported again:

"25!"

Did you use energy potions? It shouldn't be, we agreed in advance not to use it... Ah, the little girl Lina slipped in and took a look. Her eyes were very sharp. If she couldn't grasp the handle, it should be gone...

The shadow of the sun slanted again. The notary’s cry rang out again:

"30!"

No... The gap is three times... Is the distance between me and him that big...

There were whispers all around. When the game first started, those words of praise for him had long disappeared, and the admiring eyes had changed into something strange. Hilde gritted his teeth, strode out of the tent, and ran towards Gretel:

"I give up!—Can I help you?"

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