Chapter 127 If You Can’t Beat Him, Join Him! (On Shelves)

There was silence.

Inside the tent, outside the tent. The notaries who counted the two of them respectively, the low-level priests, knight attendants, and aristocratic children who followed Hilde to watch, the soldiers who were constantly carrying the wounded soldiers, the wounded who had just been healed by Hilde...

One by one, they were stunned.

Hilde actually gave in?

The beloved direct disciple of High Priest Wilbur, the beloved grandson of Earl Newman, a rookie priest with a noble birth, actually gave up to a country boy?

Grete was not surprised at all. After treating a patient on his hands, he bent down to wash his hands again. At the same time, he raised his head and smiled:

"You have not lost. - The wounded you treated have all recovered and can return to the battlefield at any time; the ones I treated can only be said to be hanging on their lives. They have to wait for further treatment by other priests, or they can slowly survive on their own. Only by getting over it can you recover. At this point, you actually win."

After Gretel said this, the priests and nobles who followed Hilde all relaxed their facial lines and smiled softly. That's it. If no one is cured, how can we count the number of cured people? That country boy still has some self-awareness, so he should admit defeat!

They are satisfied. Priest Hilde himself was not satisfied. He took another step forward and said in a serious voice:

"But you saved more lives! - If you follow what you said, many people can get through it slowly. I can only save ten people a day, but you can save 30 people! Your healing skills are indeed better than mine , can you teach me?"

Another one fooled! Gretel almost gave himself a thumbs up. In the face of the war, soldiers generally did not receive magical treatment, so he led his people to save one by one. He greeted him warmly:

"It's not about teaching or not. We work together to save people. I still have a lot to learn from you!"

"Then it's settled!" Priest Hilde walked quickly to Grete's side. He leaned over to look at the patient who had just been carried over. He reflexively wanted to release the healing spell. When he raised his hand, he realized that the magic spell had been exhausted. He laughed:

"There are no spells left today...how else can I help?"

"Help me take notes!" Grete breathed a sigh of relief. He pointed to the shelf next to him. The two piles of manuscript papers he had brought over in the morning were all piled there:

"I said, remember!"

Emma, ​​you have caught someone writing medical records! The familiar priests were either unavailable or too lazy to help, and none of the soldiers who helped carry the people were literate!

Priest Hilde just dived into the pile of medical records. He was busy until the sun went down. He watched Gretel cut, sew, and pull, and kept hanging the lives of more than ten seriously injured people in a row, and he was filled with admiration. Early the next morning, he hurriedly grabbed a few mouthfuls of food, packed a box of healing potions and psychoactive potions, and rushed to Gretel happily.

"Gretel! I'm coming! Uh... what is this?"

A rough short-sleeved top was thrown towards me. Gretel's voice was calm:

"Go get changed. Wash your hands."

"I want to wear it too?!"

Hilde was shocked. It’s okay to learn from the young man in front of you. The other person’s healing skills are indeed better than yours;

It’s nothing to treat those muddy legs. If you practice healing techniques, you may not necessarily treat healthy people with a few cuts;

Even if I help take notes, my hand is almost broken and I don’t know what the use of writing is. It doesn’t matter. Whose apprentice doesn’t work for the teacher? He was considered to be of a noble birth, and he only had to do copying and writing in the temple. Those who were of a lower background were responsible for serving tea, pouring water, making beds, and folding quilts.

But, change into such ugly clothes!

Hilde subconsciously took a step back. He lifted a handful of his forehead hair and raised his chin: "This detracts too much from my beauty! - Is there anyone prettier?"

NEVER!

The head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the hair can not be messed up!

He is the most handsome young man in the county! He is the target of girls’ eyes! It is the center where the bards sing and praise! Do you want him to wear such an ugly outfit, with short sleeves, shorts, no lace on the collar, and no lines on the waist, and stay here for a long day? !

The female priests who come to see him will be heartbroken!

"No. That's what hand-washing clothes are." Grete replied dryly. "Operating room sterility rules, please abide by them."

"……What it is?"

Gretel sighed.

He really wanted to say "get out" - in his previous hospital life, any intern who dared to enter the operating room without changing his clothes had been exterminated by the hospital. From the first year of college to the beginning of internship, if you have not learned the basics of aseptic operation, you are not worthy of setting foot in the hospital.

Even in this life, the few priests who came to study in the hospital where he finally saved up were yelled out of the habit by him. You will never enter the operating room without changing your hand clothes and completing the seven-step hand washing method.

But this person in front of me...

Forget it, forget it, call it abuse if you don't teach it. He leaned over and rummaged through the box and pulled out a stack of white paper filled with words:

"The wounded haven't been sent down yet, I'll give you time to read it. If you don't understand, you can ask me. After you've asked me, either comply, or please leave."

A thick stack of paper fell into his hand. Priest Hilde lowered his head and saw that on the first page, there were only two lines of words written in the title:

"On the sterilization effects of various basic magic and magical arts, comparison with high-temperature and high-pressure sterilization, and the necessity of the principle of asepsis in operating rooms in different scenarios"

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It feels like I recognize every word, but when put together I have no idea what it means...

Priest Hilde gritted his teeth and tried to read on.

The format of the paper is familiar. Speaking of which, although the relationship between the Spring Goddess Temple and the Magic Council is not close, if you ask the local Mage Tower to order journals, the Mage Tower will not refuse. There are often some fantastic ideas in the journals of the Magic Council, and sometimes they can promote magical arts. Priests who have pursuits will always find time to read them.

But what does this paper mean...

Priest Hilde read the abstract, keywords and author line by line. The summary is completely unclear. The key words...magic, magic, and unknown words put together can only make people think that the author is very imaginative. As for the author, Gretel Nordmark is followed by the Church of the God of Nature, the Mage Tower and the Hospital. What does this mean? !

He entered the main text, and the more he read, the more dizzy he became. The first section, with both pictures and text, tells about a thing called "bacteria". He was confused and only knew that this kind of thing could cause diseases;

The second section talks about how to see bacteria. He can see it inexplicably. He only knows that this thing can be seen using something called a "microscope" and a method called "bacterial culture";

In the third section, he understood the paper and compared distilled water, instruments cleaned by magic tricks, water created by water creation, water purified by the "clean diet" magic, and the water element pool in the mage tower. Directly delivered water, as well as high-temperature and high-pressure sterilized equipment...

"Why not compare healing potions?"

Hilde blurted out. Gretel was busy arranging the equipment without looking back:

"can not afford."

Poor!

Not that cool!

I also want to research the healing potion, but I can’t afford it! A potion for treating minor injuries cost 50 gold coins per bottle. We did a comparative experiment and started with 4 bottles. How much cash does my hospital have in total?

Hey, this Priest Hilde is a trickster. Do you want to find a way to get some from him?

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