Chapter 313 The Assassin Ran Away, so I Will Do It Myself!

James Lowe lay on the rafters all night and never found a chance to take action.

The little mage—or the little priest? I wrote most of the night, and Pastor Ares stayed with me for most of the night. After writing the medical records, he went in again and again to check the injured person's breathing, whether his heartbeat was fast, whether he was strong, whether he had fever, whether he had urinated... and recorded all this information in his notebook.

And during this process, the God of War Bishop - James judged from his robe that he should be at level 7 - not only did not feel annoyed, he did not even go next door to take a nap!

"You have a lot to remember." Bishop Ares flipped through his notebook with emotion. The name, age, injuries, and various treatments were recorded on three pages, and three pictures were also included. The picture cannot be said to be accurate, but it is obvious that one can see where the iron bar has passed through and how damaged the body is.

"That's not the case." Grete smiled weakly at him. This is just the operation record part, or rather, just the operation part of the operation record...

Such as the inventory of dressings and instruments after the operation (no dressings, no instruments, all done by healing skills and the hands of the mage);

Submit the test results (samples were taken from the abdominal cavity before the abdomen was closed, and no bacterial culture was done yet. Grete was also curious whether there would be tetanus bacilli after cleaning with holy water);

The patient's tolerance during the operation (blood transfusion volume, intraoperative medication, special treatment and rescue conditions were not written, only the intraoperative blood loss was estimated);

The anesthesia situation during the operation (no anesthetics were used, only magical anesthesia, the anesthesia effect was satisfactory)...

None of these essential parts of the surgical record are available yet.

Not to mention the first course of illness records, superior doctor’s ward rounds records, rescue records...

Thinking of these things, Gretel was as big as two. When they were studying "Diagnostics", the teacher encouraged them: "In Union Medical College Hospital, medical records from a hundred years ago are still preserved for doctors to read and study. If we want to become a top doctor, we must start from writing Start with a medical record that will still stand up to inspection a hundred years later!”

It made everyone's blood boil. However, such ambitions quickly turned into this after entering the clinic, working from 8 a.m. to 9 p.m., and dragging my broken body to make up for the disease:

Write a medical record that complies with medical standards... write a medical record that can withstand inspection by the province, city, and hospital... a medical record that will not deduct money from the medical record room... a medical record that can be litigated in a medical dispute When the time comes, medical records that can win...

Ahem, the past is too vivid to look back on.

Miraculously, after traveling to another world, Grete began to work conscientiously again, filling out medical records one by one, even more diligently than working in the back of the medical record room. ——That is the ladder of medical advancement and the basis for judging whether every new diagnosis and treatment method is effective. How could we not write about it? !

Of course, he is diligent, but Mr. Assassin wants to die more. After curling up on the rafters until the next morning, watching Gretel yawning and being sent out by the God of War Bishop, and completing the handover work with Bernard, James Lowe turned over, jumped out of the window, and went straight to Hopman Barony.

No more assassinations!

I will never do this crappy mission again!

A failure once means a bad opportunity, a second failure may be due to negligence, and a third failure may be a warning from the gods!

Relying on this principle, James lived to the age of 40 safely, and this time was certainly no exception.

As an assassin, he has special skills, and he got back home without anyone noticing. By the time Baron Hopman came to his senses and found that there were a few people missing from the castle, James Lowe had already taken his family hundreds of miles away and boarded a ship bound for the New World...

Well, the safety of the parliament's alchemy ship is still guaranteed, just Xiaogui.

"...So, is that little magician still alive?"

Baron Hopman's face was gloomy. After discovering that the assassin's family was missing, he contacted the informant in Nevis and found out that James was not afraid of being handed over to him after completing the mission, so he took his family and ran away to avoid disaster. He simply gave up on the mission and ran away!

"I'm afraid this little magician won't be able to move in the short term." He exhaled heavily and said to his wife:

"It's still very troublesome to hire a killer from the outside, and the credibility is also a problem. We need to slowly look for opportunities. Besides, James' sudden disappearance may also attract the attention of interested people. We'd better wait for a while before taking action..."

"How long is a period of time?"

The Baroness raised her red eyes to her husband. From the moment she received her eldest son's body until he was buried, she never shed tears. That was her eldest son, the child she had worked so hard to give birth to, and the child she loved the most and was the most promising. Even if she died in the hands of a strong man, if she died in the hands of a commoner little mage, she wouldn't be allowed to take revenge?

Her little Clay, her poor eldest son, if not her, who else could she count on? Counting on his frail brother who is out of breath after taking only two steps? Or the younger brother who was sent to the temple to become a priest?

If she doesn’t avenge her children, who else will?

"It depends on the situation... See if anyone outside suspects us, and if there is any rumors against us..." The baron was sweating. This lady is the beloved daughter of the old viscount next door. She brought a knight into the castle to marry her, and she has dominated him ever since she got married. Not to mention, there are some connections behind Madam that even he is afraid of...

"How long was that?!"

"One year, at most one year...give me one year, and I can hire people from all over the mainland!"

One year. It's been a long year. 365 long days and nights. The Baroness thought numbly. Her little Clay would have to lie in the ground for a year, his coffin rotting, his body rotting, being bitten by maggots burrowing in and out - so painful, so painful - yet his murderer could not Go down and accompany him!

Make him wait for a year!

"One year is too long. One month at most." She replied sullenly, her voice was ethereal, and her red eyes flickered faintly, like a will-o'-the-wisp:

"In one month, even if we can't kill him, we will destroy him. Isn't that little mage the head of the Department of Public Health? Isn't he working on that infectious disease hospital? Ruined what he wanted to do and ruined his reputation. , get out of Nevis——

As long as he gets out of Nevis, will those great magicians still support him? Will you continue to follow him? At that time, if you create an accident, you can kill a third-level mage! "

"But this...this..." Baron Hopman was sweating on his forehead. The Baroness balled up her black gauze gloves and stood up slowly:

"If you can't do it, I'll do it. If you can't find anyone, I'll find someone."

The hem of the black mourning dress dragged silently across the ground. Like a black cloud, and like the tail feathers of a crow flying across the sky. She returned to her study, spread out her pen and paper, and began to write:

"Dear sister..."

The Baroness has more than one sister. Some married knights or squires, some dedicated themselves in temples, some often came to talk to her, flatter her, and get some benefits from her, and some broke off diplomatic relations with her as soon as they got married. However, the sister she turned to for help at this time took an unconventional path and devoted herself to the Black Crow Swamp since she was a teenager.

Slimin untied the letter from the crow's leg and glanced at it. Still crying, still asking for help, this was already the fifth letter. She thought, her sister seemed to be really full of hatred, and she must take revenge on the little mage——

So, just do her this favor?

A sinister smile appeared on Slimin's ugly face, causing the apprentice to take a few steps back instinctively.

She had been ugly since she was a child, and she had been bullied by her at home. Even the head maid and the cook dared to look down on her. Fortunately, this sister has always been kind to her, so she can have enough food and clothing, and also have the opportunity to learn to read like her sister...

Because of his literacy, he had the opportunity to meet a magician from Black Crow Swamp and embark on the path of learning magic. After she left school, she lived alone in the mountains and rarely went out to meet people. She had not seen her sister, who was married to a baroness, for more than ten years, but she always missed her friendship.

Slimin thought for a moment, took out the first few letters from the desk drawer, and read them carefully line by line. This time, she discovered something that she had not noticed before. As she read, she suddenly burst out laughing:

"Hahahaha...Lynn! Linn! You actually became someone else's follower! You followed a third-level mage!"

With his fingers, which were wrinkled by the potion, he squeezed the thick parchment into a ball.

Thinking of Lin En, Slimin felt a surge of anger in her heart: She had been stuck before the level 5 level for many years, and wanted to sign a magic pet to help her pass the level. She went through a lot of hardships and asked her mentor to help find it. Later, the instructor found a cat-shaped demon pet and teamed up with friends to capture it. He originally wanted to give it to her, but the school decided to assign it to Lin En...

At that time, Lin En was just a third-level mage!

He has no shortage of magic pets! There’s no such thing as being stuck and unable to advance! But because his mentor was strong and his group was relatively powerful, the demon pet that should have fallen into her hands was snatched away by Lin En, who was lower than her in level!

This revenge must be avenged one day!

She walked out of the mage tower, raised her palms upward, and let the crow in her palm flap its wings and take off. Half a day later, the Baroness received a reply:

"Dear sister..."

A carriage brought Master Slimin from the mountains to the barony, and then to the city of Nevis. Within a week, Master Slimin traveled up and down, visiting five or six friends in the school, as well as some nobles who were familiar with the Baroness. Then, she returned to the mage tower in the mountains as if nothing had happened.

Two weeks later, Gretel received news from the treatment center and the temple at the same time:

There are several blocks in the city, where mainly small craftsmen, craftsmen, shop assistants and the like whose income is in the middle and lower classes live. The number of patients has increased significantly in the areas where they live.

The conditions are quite similar.

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Master Slimin: The hatred of the cat snatcher is irreconcilable!

Thanks to x-on:Thao Xiaoying for providing the character design of Master Slimin...

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