It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right?

"Pah, pah, pah."

Rhythmic applause broke out. Grete turned around and saw that the Necromancer had already leaned his staff aside, smiling and applauding. After clapping his hands a few times, he stretched out his hand to Gretel, his tone a little more enthusiastic than outside:

"I thought you were just a good old guy, but I didn't expect you are also a hacker! Hahahaha, dear friend, your insights are really impressive...

——I forgot to introduce myself just now. My name is Andrew Lynn. I am a necromancer from Black Crow Swamp. And you?

Ah, by the way, what would you like to drink? Do you want some mint water? Or honey water? Trocca dug out a beehive a few days ago, and I'm telling you, he probably beat it, and he just beat away the brown bear that was robbing the honey..."

The speed of speaking is really fast, and the topics jump very quickly, one after another flying out along with the associations. Suspected of having a wandering mind, this man should probably see a psychiatrist——

If there were psychiatry in this world.

Grete made a mental note silently. The expression on his face remained unchanged, and he answered with a smile:

"I'm Grete, Grete Nordmark, a local. It's hard to say what my occupation is right now. Please have some mint water. Do you have anything to eat? I'm so hungry when I get up to work in the middle of the night!"

"Tloca!"

Andrew the Necromancer shouted. The golden skeleton clicked away, while the necromancer finished washing his hands and turned around enthusiastically:

"Hey, so do you think it would be easier to control the skeletons if they use their own bones?"

"I think your skeleton is already very obedient." Gretel replied sincerely.

He kept staring at the golden skull. Compared with the black cat who was doing nothing, lying on the table waiting for food, the skeleton has been busy since he came in. Go through the cabinet, get the tray, get the tea set, pour water and get food...

Actually, a stone slab was turned over with a "click", and the flames started to rise on it, and the waffles were baked hot.

If it wasn't a skeleton, he would have believed it if it was a robot.

Obviously, Necromancer Andrew was not satisfied with this answer. He gesticulated and described how incompetent his skeleton was in combat (Gretel: No, much better than me), and looked at Grete longingly again, waiting for his answer.

"……I do not know……"

Grete struggled to swallow these words. But this question is too difficult to ask. If you ask me, let me ask you where your skeleton is?

He tried to smile:

"I think the skeletons may not know which bone is its own?"

"Yes, yes!" The man nodded vigorously:

"This set of bones is made by itself. It seems really unreliable. - So how do you look at these bones? How do you tell which bone belongs to whom?"

Gretel: "..."

Should I not accept the invitation? Although this necromancer doesn't look malicious, he seems to have a bad mind...

Grete looked around, a little flustered.

How to tell which bone belongs to whose? He does have a way, such as doing a DNA test. Each bone is done once and classified according to the results. It is absolutely fast, accurate, high quality and low price~~~

The problem is this is another world. He really wants to do it, but there have to be conditions for him to do it.

There are also less accurate classification methods. For example, based on the time it takes for the epiphysis to heal, the age of the owner of this bone can be distinguished, and then those with different ages can be separated.

For example, the epiphysis of the small head of a radius bone has healed, but the lower end epiphysis has not yet healed; while the epiphysis of another hip bone has completely healed.

The radial head heals between 15 and 17 years old, and the lower epiphysis heals between 16 and 18 years old. Taking all factors into consideration, the owner is approximately 16 to 17 years old. The hip epiphysis heals between 20 and 25 years old. Since it is completely healed, it means that the owner must be over 20 years old...

These two bones must belong to two people, no need to ask.

——However, the observation of epiphyseal lines requires X-rays.

There is no other world.

Grete, the former emergency doctor, Nodmark, once again cried from the bottom of his heart and fell to the ground...

Someone get me an X-ray machine!

If that doesn't work, I can get some radium ore and I can find someone to rub it by hand!

Necromancer Andrew was still looking at him eagerly. His face was sallow, his hair was greasy, and he looked like he didn't pay attention to personal hygiene at all. As for the figure, even without the wind blowing it looks like a stick.

If he gets thinner, he can be brothers with his skeleton.

By the way, the golden skeleton was holding a tray of kettles, porcelain plates, cups, and glass jars, with mint, water, white bread, and honey on it. Standing next to the cabinet, chest raised, head raised, arms flat, the posture is quite standard, but it doesn't come over.

Is this a rhythm where you don’t have anything to eat, and you don’t even have snacks?

Gretel drew circles and complained about the necromancer in front of him. The situation was stronger than his own, so he could only search with Kuchang - no, search the "Forensic Medicine" textbook stored in his mind, and try to get some useful information:

"Actually... the age of bones can also be identified. For example, the skull and teeth are obvious signs..."

Gretel stopped and looked around, trying to find a skull for live teaching. It's a pity that although this is the residence of the Necromancer, bones are not everywhere.

At least, Grete looked around and saw only that one.

The one with the golden skull.

So, the skeleton that he looked at eagerly came over with a click.

First put down the tray, pour the mint water, put the dessert plate, and then——take off your head, hold it in both hands, and hand it to Gretel.

The dark eyes were raised upwards, with two soul fires in them, staring at Gretel's big eyes and small ones.

Gretel: "..."

what is this?

What do you mean by this?

Do you want me to hold a muffin with one hand, spread honey on it, eat it in my hand, and give you a lecture by poking your skull with the other hand?

Even if surgeons are generally informal, dare to face the dripping blood, and are used to facing the bleak life, they would not be so rough!

He leaned back to avoid the skull that came under his nose. He reached across the table, took a fork from in front of the Necromancer, and struck the skull hard:

"Open your mouth!"

The upper and lower jaws of the golden skull opened in response. Gretel raised the necromancer's fork, pointed at the black and uneven teeth, and explained one by one:

"The older you get, the greater the wear and tear. Look, the tips of the teeth are worn away, and the crowns of the big teeth at the back are worn away, and the dentin is exposed...

Tsk tsk tsk tsk It must have been very painful when he was alive.

If the crown is worn away just a little, or the cusp is not smoothed, the person will be younger..."

As he spoke, Necromancer Andrew stretched his neck and looked at each one one by one. The body leaned further and further forward, and the head was buried lower and lower, as if it was about to be buried in the big mouth of the skeleton. Halfway through, he suddenly came back to his senses and waved his hand casually to the table:

"Please—"

Grete was not polite, and showed off the eating speed of an emergency doctor during the night shift. He grabbed the muffin with his left hand, poured the honey with his right hand, and put the two pieces into his mouth as soon as he put them together. Putting the first bite in, flicking the tip of the tongue on the roof of the mouth, he couldn't help but let out a light tut.

Well, the waffles are delicate and plump, the honey is sweet, and the mint water is refreshing. Although the skill of the Golden Skull in baking waffles is not as good as that of the chef in his previous life, it is still delicious enough in the middle of the night when he is hungry.

This is what people should eat!

I don’t want to eat brown bread every day!

He was in a happy mood and the content of his lectures became richer:

"Oh, the degree of tooth wear is not only related to age, but also related to the owner's eating habits and economic status. For example, people who often eat black bread will definitely have more tooth wear than people who often eat white bread. In addition to teeth, the pelvis can also be Used to judge age... pelvis..."

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