Chapter 185 The New Pastor at the Treatment Center

Grete was sitting on the table next to the wall on the first floor of the treatment center, playing with a small bag of seeds in his hand, as if in a daze.

A patient rushed in... not for him.

The second patient rushed in... not looking for him either.

The third patient... The third patient simply kicked and rushed upstairs.

This situation is exactly the same as when a new doctor has just started his consultation and is crowded. What's even worse than the hospital environment is that the entire two-story building is filled with a vague fishy smell...

Yes, the healing center of the Order of the God of Nature is located on the edge of Nevis, near the dock area. There is a shipping dock on one side and a fishing dock on the other, and the treatment center is right in the middle. As for the passenger terminal, it is at the end of the cargo terminal, at least two miles away from the treatment center.

Although it is on the edge of the city, because the city of Nevis is located at the end of the bay and is shaped like a "U", the treatment center is not far from Bridge Magic Academy. Grete walks half an hour from school every day after class. It can be said that he has more money, less things to do and is close to home... It is the first dream of young people to go to work.

So even if there are no patients for the time being, Gretel is not in a hurry. With empty eyes, he looked out the window and silently held a seed in his hand - to induce birth! Give birth! Grow hollow tubes for me!

Ah, what grows from this seed is a tough dark brown wooden tube. Maybe it can be used as a sputum suction tube, but definitely not as an infusion tube...

Grete shook the wooden tube gently, separated a piece, and threw it into the small glass petri dish on the right. After writing the record, he sealed it into a separate small bag together with the unused seeds and fragments of the wooden pipe, and stuffed it back into the dimensional bag. Take out a new seed, concentrate your mind, and prepare to continue cultivating it.

"Your Excellency Pastor, I, my leg fell...it hurts..."

A patient is coming.

Gretel raised his eyes and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old magic apprentice, limping up the steps with a book box on his back. The robe was covered with dust, and there was even some sand and gravel embedded in the lower half. There was dust on his face and hands. He looked around and saw that there were patients in front of other priests, so he had to run to Grete.

"Sit across the table." Gretel answered with great skill. He opened the record book and turned to the first blank page: "Name? Age? Occupation? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Stephen Downey, mage apprentice... 16 years old... fell down and sprained his foot..."

"Sit tight." Grete wrote it down, walked around to the opposite side, and knelt down to check. Pressing, kneading, turning, and taking a photo with [Detection Magic], I came to the conclusion:

"The ankle is sprained, the muscles and ligaments are a little strained, but the bones are fine. I go home and apply cold compresses for one day, then start applying hot compresses at this time the next day, and just rest for a few days."

"But there will be a lecture by the master tomorrow!" Donnie said anxiously. "Can it be cured immediately? I'm sorry to trouble you!"

"You need magical treatment? You have a sprain, just [Treat Minor Injuries] - Michelle! How do you charge for [Treatment of Minor Injuries]?"

The accountant of the treatment center - or accountant, or whatever - immediately rushed over and bowed slightly in front of the patient: "[Treat minor injuries]? The favor is five gold coins. Oh, you are a mage apprentice, and the Magic Council has a relationship with us. As per the agreement, you only need to pay 10%. 5 silver coins. Once the payment is completed, we will treat you immediately."

The young apprentice looked distressed at first, then breathed a sigh of relief and immediately took out his wallet. Hand over the money with one hand and the healing technique with the other. In a moment, warm white light penetrates into the ankle, the pain stops immediately and the swelling disappears. Donnie stood on tiptoe and turned forward and backward, then took two more steps and said in surprise:

"It's all good! Thank you very much!"

"No thank you! Be careful in the future~~~"

The accountant waved off the guest. Gretel rushed to the table and raced against time to draw the X-ray image he had just seen:

"The anatomy of a magic apprentice's ankle is no different from that of a normal person..."

This treatment center is a product of the cooperation between the Magic Council and the Order of the God of Nature. The council provides land, a house, a monthly salary of 500 gold coins, and 50 gold coins for medicine costs. The Order of the God of Nature provides a level 5 priest, as well as two or three low-level priests and priest apprentices, who take turns attending clinics here.

The urban poor will not be charged for treatment, but will be given medical advice and pharmaceutical help. If the magic spells have not been used up today and the priests are in a good mood, they can also throw in a few magic spells;

The middle class such as small traders, shop assistants, and craftsmen provide medical advice, sell medicines at low prices, and provide certain discounts for magical treatments;

People like rich businessmen who have money but don't have extraordinary power, I'm sorry, please pay. Or would you be better off volunteering?

After sending away a group of patients, the treatment center became temporarily quiet. Pastor Matthew came down from upstairs and said with a smile: "It's quite clean - Gretel, can you tell me more about the echo detection spell?"

"Yeah, I don't understand it either..."

"I always feel blurry when I see things..."

The two priests sitting on the first floor put down their pens and gathered around him. The priest apprentice in the corner hadn't learned this spell yet, so he had to shrink his neck and try to pretend it didn't exist. Pastor Matthew saw him at a glance and shouted: "Cohen, don't be in a daze, go and bring that rabbit over -"

"Master Priest - it hurts so much -"

Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, a fat man climbed up on the doorstep. He is only a little over five feet tall, but his waist must be over three feet. He leaned on crutches and held his lower abdomen as he climbed up step by step. The hard beech wood crutches were almost crushed into an arc by him.

The fat man was wearing a shiny velvet vest, half yellow but not brown. The silver buttons on his belly were about to fall apart, but he still worked hard to fasten them one by one. His upper body was serious, but underneath he only wore a pair of baggy shorts. His feet were bare, wearing a pair of soft cloth slippers, and his big toes were swollen and shiny. As soon as he came in, he ran to Pastor Matthew in a familiar way:

"Priest, every time I come to you for treatment, I can't get it cured..."

"Ouch, you're having another attack." Pastor Matthew seemed to be quite familiar with him. He looked over and immediately said with a smile:

"Delay the pain, a level 2 magic. If I take action, I can relieve your pain for 10 hours. Remove the disease, a level 3 magic. You can choose any one~~~"

"I..." The fat man sat down at the table, one hand tightly covering his lower abdomen, his right foot dangling in the air, not daring to touch the ground at all. The other hand held the money bag cherishingly, pinching the dirty handprints on it and overlapping the handprints. After struggling for a while, he finally stood up shivering:

"Master Priest, I, I'm going to relieve myself first..."

"Okay, please come inside." Pastor Matthew called the apprentice and helped the fat man in. The toilet door was closed for a long time, but the sound of water did not follow. Instead, the fat man howled:

"Master Priest, I can't do it...the pain is getting worse and worse, and I can't urinate...please give me a way to delay the pain!"

White light flashes.

The pain relieving magic fell.

The fat man's wailing stopped briefly and started again:

"No...the pain in my big toe is gone, but I still can't urinate...Master Priest, will your magic work?"

He walked out of the toilet angrily, holding the crutches and walking away, still limping slightly. Gretel glanced at his toes, auricles, and then at the other person's bulging belly. He immediately stood up and stood in front of the fat man:

"Sir, please wait a moment and let me take a look at it. In your case, I'm afraid it's not just pain relief..."