Chapter 134 Selling Courses! One Section for a Magic Item!

The city of Newark fell.

The allied forces of the Norman Earl removed the first obstacle and advanced into the city in a mighty manner. After resting for two days, the army left part of the wounded soldiers in the city, and sent the other part back to Newster County, and continued to move forward——

As a result, Grete finally got rid of the busy life of doing night and morning rounds every day, changing dressings for the wounded soldiers, and filling in medical records when they came back. At the same time, he also lost his wounded soldiers...

The source of clinical information for post-operative follow-up, observation, recording of recovery, and compilation of data is lost.

Alas, I always feel like I have missed at least three or five papers.

Gretel slept hard all day, and the next day, he went on the road with the healers from the main camp. Two large tents (including the one that Priest Hilde dragged over when he competed with him and was not dragged back after that), a small tent for people, two carriages full of supplies, swaggering through the market, along the way, it was very Attracted a lot of attention.

Grete himself didn't care. He sat on the swaying shaft of the carriage - the carriage was so full of things that it couldn't fit in any more - holding a hard-cover notebook and concentrating on writing and drawing. Several times, if the barbarians on the side hadn't grabbed him, he would have fallen out of the car on the spot.

After walking like this for almost an hour, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore. Priest Hilde jumped off his carriage, ran to him, and warmly invited him: "Come on, come on, get in my carriage!"

Gretel glanced in the direction he pointed. Parked not far away was an elegant carriage, at least a head taller than his own. The door opened in the middle of the carriage—unlike his own carriage, which had to climb in from the shaft—and two rows of spacious seats could be clearly seen through the glass on the window.

On the small table in the middle of the seats, tea, snacks, and fruits are all available.

As for the various decorations and emblems on the roof of the car, the two white horses in front of the car clearly say: I am rich, I am super rich, I not only have money but also status...

Well……

This is no longer just a BMW, maybe it’s a Rolls-Royce, right?

Gretel looked down at his shoes - they were covered in mud - and then at the velvet interior of the carriage, and hesitated. Priest Hilde has already reached out to pull:

"Come on, come on! I still have many questions to ask you!"

In this case, it's no big deal to sit there. Gretel calmly followed Priest Hilde into the car. As soon as he sat down, countless questions came to him:

"How do you decide who to save first and who to save later?"

"Why do the straps that bind the arms and legs have a wooden stick stuck in them?"

"How dare you just cut open old Barney's belly? Aren't you afraid of something happening?"

"When he was cured later, why did he have to treat him layer by layer?"

Well……

You have too many questions, and the key point is that they are completely unsystematic... Where should I tell you...

Gretel has a headache.

Medicine is a systematic subject, one scale in the east, one claw in the west, and what is learned must not be understood - treating people with such a knowledge structure will definitely waste people's lives.

For those who have been taught in this way, it is enough to be his assistant. Each command and action will prevent any mistakes. I am afraid that the other party will think that he has learned it and wants to stand alone, which will cause trouble every minute.

"Let's do this," Grete looked around, "Just wait a moment, I'll get a pen and paper to draw for you..."

"Hey, hey, I have all of these!" Hilde jumped up and rummaged through the cabinets under the seat.

Since there is a ready-made one, Grete will not climb back into his carriage to get it. He spread out his pen and paper, drawing and talking at the same time: bones, muscles, blood vessels... He turned his head as he spoke, and two faces were pressed against each other outside the car window, paying close attention to his lecture.

Gretel couldn't help but curl his eyes. He knocked on the car window:

"Thomas! Adam!"

With an ouch, one of the faces plummeted down and then up again, but the owner accidentally dropped it and was picked up by his companion. Gretel couldn't help but laugh. He turned to look at Priest Hilde and discussed:

"Can you let them come in and listen?"

"Okay." Hilde shrugged. Can he say no? The two people outside the car were both low-level priests of the Church of Nature, and the younger Thomas—the one who had just fallen—was still the young disciple of Elder Heath. In terms of relationship, how about they get closer to Gretel?

Grete was transferred to the main camp, and Elder Heath justifiably hired these two people as assistants. As for Hilde herself, she had to shamelessly come over to be qualified to attend the lecture...

The four people sat around the table and continued to listen. During one class, when the sun was setting and they were setting up camp, Thomas suddenly rummaged through his arms, took out a cloth bag, and handed it to Grete.

"The teacher asked me to give it to you!"

What's this?

Grete opened the bag curiously and poured it down. A beautiful green light came into view, gentle, soft, and full of vitality, but it was a six-prism half a palm long and as thick as a thumb.

Hard, smooth, and translucent, it looks like crystal or jade at first glance, but if you look closely, you can see that there are clearly traces of wood grain inside.

"Ouch! Mu Xin!"

Priest Hilde blurted out. Only then did Gretel remember what was in the bag - it was an old tree that grew well in the forest. When it dies at the end of its life, it condenses the entire tree's vitality into the center of the trunk, forming a small jade-like core.

The chance of forming a wooden heart is very small, and one can often be found in hundreds of old trees. It is an excellent material for promoting the growth of plants, storing related magical arts of the Natural God Religion, and even directly replenishing vitality. Elder Erwin also has one, which is only about the size of a fingernail, and its condition is much worse than this.

"This is too precious." Gretel pressed his fingers on the bag and was about to push it back. Thomas stared at the piece of wood, with a look of envy on his immature face, but he still pushed forward:

"Hey, the teacher gave this to you!"

Gretel hesitated. Thomas pressed his hand to prevent him from moving: "Elder Erwin also gave us several greeting gifts! Senior brother and I have given them to them all! - It's your turn!"

Adam also pressed a hand. He was older than Thomas, and was already a second-level priest. He upheld the fine tradition of the Natural God Church, and was good at both physical and divine arts. Gretel couldn't push him back at all, so he had to thank him and accept it. Priest Hilde watched the whole scene from the side and thought to himself:

A meeting gift is certainly a meeting gift. However, the gift was so heavy, probably because of the tuition fees. Speaking of which, with the methods Gretel had shown before, a wooden heart was still worth the tuition fees.

Treasures have a price, but knowledge is priceless.

Hey, if you put it this way, what should he use to pay for his tuition? It’s too light and seems inappropriate, too expensive, and it feels very abrupt. People may not be willing to accept it——

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