Chapter 353 Don’t Stop the Pain Until the Cause Is Found!

Archmage Serrano acts very steadily. When he was out, he had no intention of getting into a conflict with the Lord of Glory's team over a trivial matter, nor did he let the shopkeeper drive them out. Instead, discuss with the owner Bolu to arrange another room.

Finally, the businessman who helped the Glory Knights book rooms took the initiative to gather the caravan manpower and free up a few rooms. The barbarian who ran the shop squeezed in a little more, vacating his own room, and a few more, and then he could barely give everyone a place to live.

It took a lot of fussing before we settled down. On the side of the Glorious Holy See, the priest leader and the guarding knight leader exchanged a few glances and then remained silent. After everyone had finished cleaning up, the shopkeeper went back to prepare the meal, but he stayed behind and didn't come out.

After a while, he suddenly hugged a child and rushed towards the magicians:

"Master! Look at my son-"

Halfway through the rush, a young knight suddenly stood up and stopped him with a smile:

"Is this child feeling unwell? There are many high-ranking priests here. Do you want to ask them to take a look?"

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and pulled the person towards the Glory Holy See. At the same time, several priests wearing black robes, white robes, and red robes stood up from the table and gathered around. The closest priest in black robes was holding the Holy Emblem and murmuring a prayer. The Holy Emblem was already flashing with white light.

Bolu paused slightly and turned his head to look around. Next to him, the young barbarian who brought the crow flag pushed him hard:

"Hey! How many healers has little Larry had since he was two years old? Who has really been cured? What's the use of hiring ordinary healers? It's rare to find someone who can cure madness, why don't you hurry up and hire someone to see him? one look!"

The barbarian always had a loud voice, but now he did not lower his voice deliberately. The whole hall could hear him shouting. Gretel's men paused and turned to look, and immediately saw a group of priests looking over with cold expressions.

...What do you see me doing?

It’s not like I want to compete with you for patients!

I have been traveling all day, and your treatment can cure me, so I feel relieved!

When he turned his gaze again, the white light flickered over there and began to fall on the boy. Gretel quickly turned his head, cut a piece of meat, and chewed it hard. The food on the Kuromon Peninsula is simply indescribable. It has been three days since they landed and all they ate was meat, meat, meat, meat!

Venison, cod, salmon, whale, seal...

I feel very happy after eating, but I feel tired after one day of eating, and on the third day...

Can we have some more green vegetables?

After a treatment, the boy's face became calm, and the pain was obviously relieved. The Bolu shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the Lord of Glory priests with more gratitude:

"Then, can anyone please take a look? My son is often like this. After treatment, he has stomachache after a while and can't eat much. I've seen many healers, and they all..."

"Ordinary healers are different from high-level healers. Besides, Mr. Martin is also in our team. If you can't trust us, can't you still trust him?"

The young knight pointed to the dining table not far away. At the finger point, the old priest had a kind look on his face, smiled and nodded. The Bolu shopkeeper hesitated for a moment and looked down at his son:

"I have indeed heard of Sir Martin's reputation..."

He walked over with his son in his arms. I walked slowly and cautiously, lest the bumps get a little bigger and my son complains that his stomach hurts. Walking to the table, the old priest stood up with a smile and touched the barbarian boy's head:

"What's the matter?"

"stomachache……"

"How does it hurt? Constipation? Diarrhea?"

As soon as Grete heard this, his ears suddenly became silent, and the volume in the entire hall dropped by more than half. Looking around, a blue-robed mage not far away took back his hand as if nothing had happened:

"It's time to eat!"

Gretel couldn't help laughing. That's right, except for doctors, who have been proven to have no taboos, it is best not to think about the third party when eating...

It's just a pity that I can't hear about the diagnosis and treatment situation there. A boy often suffers from abdominal pain, which easily recurs after treatment. What is the disease?

roundworms?

Incarcerated hernia?

Intestinal strangulation?

intussusception?

intestinal obstruction?

Irritable bowel syndrome?

Or do savages have any special diseases that are different from humans?

Tsk, without detailed medical history, without physical examination, without various examinations, there is no way to make a differential diagnosis...

Grete thought as he speeded up his meal. The magician cast a spell to isolate the sound, but not the light. He clearly saw another old priest in red robes beside the old priest, pressing the boy's belly, rubbing it again, and bowing his head to pray.

Dots of white light floated from his hand, then fell silently, washing the boy's body like raindrops.

"Remove the disease." Next to Grete, the magician Ximond from the medical branch lowered his face and whispered. "They copied it quite well!"

“Can removing disease remove chronic disease?”

Grete asked quietly. Simond pondered for a moment:

"It depends on what kind of disease it is. Some of it is caused by oneself - for example, never willing to eat well, refusing to sleep well, drinking alcohol. The disease caused by such a disease cannot be cured even if the disease is removed. Or in other words, cured , will relapse soon.”

So many chronic diseases cannot be cured... Gretel was thoughtful. Soon, the boy jumped out alive. The sound-isolating magician knocked on the dinner plate, and the voice from the other side was immediately transmitted again:

"Dad! I'm fine! I don't hurt anymore!"

He ran away. The Boru shopkeeper bowed to the priests and hurried after them.

While running and chasing, Gretel suddenly saw something strange on the boy's face. His heart skipped a beat, he put down the tableware without thinking, and chased out:

"Why--"

No one paid attention.

The mobility of a barbarian, not even a barbarian boy, could be compared to Gretel's.

Grete cut diagonally from the side and stretched out his hand to block him, but the boy just dodged past like a loach.

Fortunately, the young man who brought the crow flag caught up with him. He fished it out casually, grabbed the boy's collar, lifted it up, and turned to Grete:

"Sir, do you see anything?"

"...Put him down and let me see." Gretel stared at the boy's face tightly without blinking. While he was talking, Bolu’s shop owner also hurried over:

"Who are you?"

"This is the man who cured the leader!" shouted the young man holding the flag. The Bolu shopkeeper was stunned for a moment and immediately saluted:

"My lord, you——"

"Hey, such a little kid is still an adult~~~"

On the side of the Glorious Holy See, the young knight who initially stopped people raised his voice in a strange manner.

Several barbarians frowned and looked over. The young knight did not flinch and sneered:

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? Ask him what level he is? At such a low level, he has the nerve to call himself 'adult'?"

"I'm just a fourth-level priest and a fourth-level magician. I don't dare to call myself that." Grete replied calmly. He put his hand on his waist, took out the oak staff, and held it in his hand:

"But the shop owner just said that his son often relapses after successful treatment. I also want to see what's going on and whether I can help them."

As soon as he took out the oak staff, a group of barbarians looked at him and became more friendly. It was obvious that the Order of the God of Nature had a good reputation in the local area. On the contrary, the faces of the priests and knights on the Glorious Holy See side were even more disgusted:

"Hey, a fourth-level priest can also treat patients?"

Behind the red-robed priest who had taken action just now, a strange voice sounded. Immediately, on Gretel's side, a magician fired back:

"Oh~~people from the Lord of Glory can also treat diseases~~~The spell model is not copied from ours..."

"Magicians can also heal diseases? Aren't there also a bunch of pagan priests in your own city?"

"It's not like you can only copy——"

The two sides kept bickering, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense. Finally, Archmage Serrano clapped his hands, stood up and walked to the middle. Just as he was about to speak, a red-robed priest walked out from the opposite side and said with a smile:

"In this case, let's compete to see whose healing skills are better?"

"How to compare?"

"Just this little boy, let's see who can cure it better!"

"You're all done!"

"You little mage, sorry, little pagan priest, it seems that you don't think so..."

Archmage Serrano glared. Grete suddenly raised his gaze:

"I reject."

"Are you going to admit defeat? Are you going to die?" Next to the red-robed priest, a younger white-robed priest stood up. Grete looked at him squarely and said slowly:

"I am willing to examine and perhaps treat this child. However, I will not regard it as a competition. The patient's life and health should not be used as a bargaining chip in the competition at any time."

There was a slight silence in the hall. After a moment, Old Martin stepped out of the crowd and nodded to Gret:

"I agree."

"You... Mr. Martin, whose side are you on?" The white-robed priest turned back angrily. Old Martin's expression remained unchanged:

"Of course I am a servant of the Lord of Radiance. But treatment is treatment, my Lord said..."

The voices of their arguments grew lower and lower. Grete ignored them, stretched out his hand to press the boy's belly, took out the stethoscope and listened, his face became serious:

The touch feels wrong and the bowel sounds are wrong too!

How can this be considered a cure?

He raised his hand and lowered it. After looking around the hall, his eyes passed over Pastor Martin and the medical magician, and finally turned to Archmage Serrano:

"Sir, do you have any way to remove the pain-relieving magic just now?"

"What are you going to do?" Before the Archmage could speak, the barbarian shopkeeper shouted first. When he opened his mouth, the roof rumbled:

"My son just stopped hurting! Are you going to make him feel uncomfortable again?!"

Gretel: "..."

Calm down, calm down, patients and their families often do this. When you go to the emergency room in excruciating pain, you ask the doctor to relieve the pain. If you don’t get painkillers, you immediately complain—or worse, you get punched immediately.

However, when it comes to pain relief, you really can’t stop it casually!

Gretel took a step back, and Bernard took a half step forward, blocking the front of the boss. Gretel's sense of security increased greatly. He raised the stethoscope in his hand and explained quickly:

"Normal people's stomachs will growl! If you listen to this, or put your ear to your stomach, anyone can hear it! But there is a piece of silence in your son's stomach! This is not right. I want to Only by knowing where he is hurting can we judge what the situation is!"

The savage grabbed the copper pipe. Gretel quickly let go, so that a layer of skin was not rolled off his palm. The owner of Bolu held two stethoscopes and listened to five or six people in a row. Finally, he looked at the red-robed priest with suspicion:

"There is definitely something wrong with little Larry. - Then, do you have to make him feel pain before you can judge?"

"You can't stop the pain before diagnosis! Sometimes the pain stops, which will hide the true cause of the disease!" Grete spread the science knowledge skillfully:

"For example, sometimes stomachaches are caused by intestinal diseases. If you stop the pain in advance, you may not even know that your intestines are perforated, and your stomach will be rotten in the end! Therefore, you must not rush to stop the pain before the cause is found!"

"So serious?" Bolu shopkeeper was shocked:

"Then...what should we do? Can you remove the magic?"

This sentence was said to the red-robed priest. The red-robed priest had a look of displeasure on his face and turned away without answering. Archmage Serrano stepped forward with a smile and was about to perform the divine dispelling technique on the spot. Before he could take action, a burst of white light appeared outside the boy's body.

"It has been lifted." Old Martin said softly:

"Next, would you please take a look at this child?"

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And, the same is true for medical treatment in reality. Before the cause of the disease is found, you really can't just stop the pain. The doctor is doing it for your own good, not because he has no medical ethics...