Chapter 765: I Can’t Even Do Surgery if I Don’t Have the Strength (Monthly Ticket Adds 2 Updates)

Healing the wound on Archmage Baierbo's cheek, the 18th-level healer was already sweating profusely. I wiped my sweat and sighed to Master Baierbo:

"This injury is really difficult to treat! Such a high strength texture, a dark and bloody smell... Really, it's so close that I won't be able to cure it all at once!"

Archmage Baierbo thanked him profusely and gave him a gift - a pair of front paws of the golden cat - as a small token of appreciation in addition to the medical fee. Archmage Bielsa took the cat's claw and looked left and right, and suddenly realized:

"So you were injured like this! No wonder! I thought -"

Having said this, I quickly swallowed it back. Baierbo's face froze: "What do you think?"

Archmage Bielsa smiled coquettishly and did not answer, but his eyes slipped towards the lady next to him. Gretel quickly bit her lip and suppressed her smile:

Where did this go?

The grape trellis fell down?

Or was he caught by a succubus or something like that and got a claw on his face?

It is said that the status of doctors in this world is really high, and I really dare to say it. In his previous life, if the doctor dared to speak so openly, it would be a trivial matter to be complained about, and if he was punched in the face, he would probably not be able to deal with it.

Archmage Bielsa obviously felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so he started a conversation and changed the subject. He held his front paw, which was larger than his own hand, and looked left and right, pinched a nail and pushed it out, exclaiming:

"This high-level monster is not easy to mess with. Judging from the degree of its strength, if it goes one step further, it will become a demigod, right?"

"No matter what, he is still a beast. He has not taken this step, but he is still easy to fight." Archmage Baierbo smiled proudly. Turning his eyes sideways, he saw Gretel staring at the pair of paws without blinking, and reached out to pat his shoulder:

"Okay, I'll leave a nail for you to play with later. You're not strong enough yet, so don't scratch your skin, do you understand?"

Grete: "...Okay...thank you, senior brother..."

I don't want to test my defense with it! I just want to take some samples to see if there are any special bacteria on the animals in the New World!

He muttered in his mind and kept thinking about drawing circles with the cat's nails. Archmage Bielsa turned to the lady and bowed slightly:

"Madam, let's take a look at your situation. - There is a dressing room here. Can you go and change clothes first so that we can treat you?"

"Ah, no need." Archmage Philby smiled heartily. No one could see how she moved. The long skirt on her body deformed quietly, and the sleeve on her left shoulder shrank, becoming a narrow strip hanging around her neck.

The entire left arm, including the bandaged shoulder, was completely exposed, all the way to the end of the collarbone. The bandage automatically flew up, one circle, two circles, three circles...

Gretel took a deep breath.

The round and white shoulders are covered with dark green moss, which is terrifyingly colorful. As soon as it saw air, or in other words, as soon as it lost the suppression of the bandage, it immediately stood upright tremblingly, growing when it saw the wind.

Grete even saw two dark green mosses next to each other, with their leaves touching. There was a "pop" and a gentle bubble sound, and a small clump of moss suddenly grew on the floor next to it.

"Ruined……"

Gretel gasped. Moss, it, it reproduces with spores! Spores are floating all over the sky. It would be okay if they floated to the floor, but if they floated to people's lungs...

"Gretel! Back off!"

The two senior brothers and sisters gave orders at the same time. While talking, he already took action:

Archmage Baierbo waved a flame shield, fell to the ground, and caught the moss upside down. Archmage Philby flicked her nails, and the air was shattered with lightning and lightning. In the crackle, an unknown number of spores were blown to ashes on the spot.

At the same time, a layer of soft and bright flame clothes fluttered and spread out against Gretel's body. It grew from small to large, from the inside out. Before Gretel could react, the three feet around him had been swept away. He did it once and opened a golden-red light mask.

Gretel: "..." Senior brother is mighty! Senior sister is mighty!

He took three steps and two steps at a time, rushed behind his senior brother, and hid tightly. Archmage Bielsa frowned and looked at the moss on the lady's shoulder for a while, then used his mental strength to sense it, and said hesitantly:

"It looks like this can only be cut out with a knife. Madam, I didn't know you..."

"No problem. Come on!"

"Then wait a moment. I'll go to Black Crow Swamp and invite a friend over. - I'm not good at cutting knives on the human body. It's best to invite a necromancer to come over..."

Gretel once again popped up from behind his senior brother.

Archmage Bielsa's lips moved slightly. After a moment, he heard the sound of opening and closing the door outside. It was obvious that a student had gone out to look for someone.

"I'll do it! I'm familiar with this!!!"

"Don't make trouble!"

The senior brothers and sisters scolded him in unison. Archmage Baierbo simply shook his hand, and the layer of flame clothing suddenly tightened, wrapped around Grete and dragged him back:

"Stand away! In front of this kind of thing, it's already a lot of trouble for us to save your life!"

...Whew, the strength is too low, this is the kind of place that causes trouble. Gretel lowered his head in annoyance:

The level is too low, and he is not even qualified to observe the operation. He has to rely on his senior brothers and sisters to protect him. Surgery is even more impossible...

Although the senior sister is a magician, not a warrior, she is a level 16 great magician, and her body has been strengthened countless times. He probably can't even cut the skin. Cutting and treating at the same time, joking and squeezing him dry at the same time, probably won't cure him.

When he was frustrated, Archmage Bielsa had turned away, his lips twitching slightly.

A wave of [Messaging Technique] drifted past, and the sound of opening and closing the door was immediately heard outside. It was obvious that a student ran out and went to the Tower of Sleeplessness next door to invite someone.

But Grete still wanted to struggle. He bent his left leg forward and pushed his right leg straight behind him. He used all his strength to resist Yan Yi's drag and argued loudly:

"I can do it! I really can! I don't have to do it myself! I can put a skeleton in it and help the Archmage, pull hooks, hand over hemostats, and be an assistant! I'll be in the next room, just watch with my secret eyes!"

Archmage Bielsa did not want to get involved in the debate within their sect. Seeing that the dark green moss on the ground had been burned away, he took out the hands of two mages, carefully shoveled the ashes, and carefully put them in a box.

This is a high-level plant that can hurt the Archmage. Even the residue is valuable, so you must collect it carefully!

Outside the moss circle, a flame shield rose on the spot, weaving a flame net around Gretel and continuing to drag it outward. Gretel struggled hard:

"If you go to the people in Black Crow Swamp, they will let me get started! If you don't believe me, just ask! - I gave them a lecture! In the big lecture hall! It's the deep, deep circle with many layers on it. Lecture hall!”

With a bang, the door closed in front of him, and the flame net dissipated. The piece of flame clothing is still gently wrapped around the body, flickering on and off, as if to say:

Do you dare to rush in and try again?

…Gretel really didn’t dare. If I kiss my senior brother, I won't burn him to death, but I will really teach him a lesson. For example, burn off a piece of skin and create a few wounds that can be healed...

Wait, wait, the people from Black Crow Swamp will bring him in anyway, right?

Hey...weak strength, no human rights!

Gretel looked at the door dejectedly, hoping that someone familiar from Black Crow Swamp could bring him in. Hey, even if he has mastered the Secret Eye, he can float in and take a look...

Wait, before the people from Black Crow Swamp arrive, we can at least complete the inspection!

He raised his voice:

"Let's do a CT scan first! Or at least take a plain X-ray! Anteroposterior and lateral X-rays! Use [Detection Magic] to see where the moss has taken root! It's good to know when you use the knife!"

It would be great if CT could produce results within 15 minutes. Grete doesn’t think it would take an hour for people from Black Crow Swamp to arrive...

In fact, it does not take more than a quarter of an hour for the people from Black Crow Swamp to arrive. Come and use a knife, come and use a knife on a great mage. What a rare experience that is, no one will give up!

In less than 20 minutes, that is, a group of people went to the center of the mage tower downstairs to take a video (Grete directed, taking pictures from the front, side, and various directions). When they came back in a grand manner, they were tumbling in black robes. Floated over.

The visitor greeted Archmage Bielsa familiarly and nodded to the two people from Thunder Horn. Then, when he saw Gretel, he was obviously stunned:

"Mage Nordmark? Are you here too? You..."

There was a bit of doubt in his voice, and he turned his head and scanned the faces of Archmage Bielsa and others. Gretel dubbed them silently in his heart:

What should I do if he is here?

Archmage Bielsa coughed and said nothing. The senior brother gave Gretel a hard look:

"What are you looking at? You are standing outside! If you are not strong enough, you are not allowed to come in. This place is too dangerous for you!"

Gretel: T_T

Grete's only consolation was that his senior brother at least gave him a secret eye and asked him to watch from a distance. He was then pleased to see that disinfection protocols were well implemented in Black Crow Swamp.

Wash it with soapy water, wipe it with alcohol, and wash it with saline solution mixed with holy water. Well, although using saline saline instead of iodine seems to be effective in disinfection and sterilization, it is just a bit luxurious.

Then, the magician from Black Crow Swamp retreated far to the wall, released a dark gold skeleton, and came over with a scalpel to prepare for the operation...

Gretel:! ! !

Prepare the skin!

Prepare the skin!

If you go under the knife on your shoulders, theoretically, all the hair under your armpits will be shaved off!

Forget it, it won't be a big problem if you don't shave. You can just rinse it with holy water a few times. Gretel was very self-aware. If he shouted that he wanted to shave his armpits at this time, the senior sister might fly out a mage's hand and hit him all over the head?

He honestly shut up. In the operating room, disinfected and anesthetized, the necromancer in charge carefully manipulated the dark gold skeleton to perform the first and second cuts. Blood suddenly gushes out from one side of the blade, instantly turning the field of surgery red.

The moss on Archmage Philby's shoulder immediately grew out along with the blood.

"Well……"

The black-robed mage called hesitantly from inside:

"Mage Nordmark, how about you come and take a look?"

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3000 words!

Ten thousand rewards plus more have been paid off!

I can finally relax a bit tomorrow!

It is said that Building 3 next door has tested positive and may have to be closed for 14 days...

I hope that the vegetables, eggs and fruits that I made today will arrive soon. It is said that the vegetables and eggs will arrive tonight, but they refuse to deliver the fruits and say they will arrive tomorrow...

As long as the goods arrive, you can survive for 14 days...

Crying loudly...