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

A necromancer, a former deputy chief physician of the emergency department, discussed the bones endlessly, and it seemed that they had met at a late date. After chatting for half a night, Necromancer Andrew Lynn got carried away for a moment. He reached out across the table and grabbed Gretel's wrist:

"Dear friend! You are really suitable to become a necromancer. How about joining us in Black Crow Swamp? I can introduce you...

correct! I'm going to ask my mentor! My mentor is an 11th level Archmage. When he breaks through the boundaries in the future, he might help you become a lich! "

Gretel: "..."

Thank you, I didn't really want to.

I feel like I haven’t lived enough.

However, the Necromancer's suggestion is not without its attractions. Gretel flipped his wrist and held the other person's hand hard:

"I am more interested in elemental magic. Mr. Linn, you have mentioned the Mage Tower and the Magic Council before. Can you recommend them to me?"

"Ah - elemental magic, elemental magic." The Necromancer stretched out his arms exaggeratedly. With his head raised to the sky, his tone of voice was ups and downs, as if he was singing a cadenza of an opera:

"Everyone likes elemental magic. At least, they also choose alchemy and summoning. As for the poor undead faction, every time they invite people, they will hear this answer:

'Dear Mr. Linn, I prefer elemental magic...'

'Dear Mr. Linn, I prefer alchemy...'

Except for those who have the deepest sorrow and want to resurrect their loved ones, no one, no adult, will choose the great necromantic magic! "

Gretel is embarrassed. People possessed by drama spirits are interesting to watch from a distance, but really stressful up close. He dodged the spittle sprayed by the Necromancer, his brain was spinning at full speed, and he was thinking wildly:

Is this guy a showman?

Or is it a manic episode?

Is there any other phenomenon that can support the running thoughts I just observed?

Will necromancy magic affect human hormone secretion and thus affect people's mental state?

There is no place to do an electroencephalogram in Breaking the World, and there is no way to do a biochemical routine or anything like that...

"Uh...if it's inconvenient..."

"Convenient! Of course it's convenient!"

Master Lin En took a step forward enthusiastically. Gretel couldn't dodge, so he grabbed his arms and spat spit into his face:

"Although the Northman who presides over the Mage Tower is fat, irritable, and loves to drink, he once explored the Hall Strait with me and fought against the iron shell of the Church of Radiance! Dear friend, you Don’t worry, with my letter of recommendation, he will never refuse to accept you!”

The necromancer rolled up to the desk like the wind, spread out the parchment, and waved it away:

"Take it!"

"Uh, thank you so much..."

"It's a trivial matter!" Lin En waved his hand proudly. He glanced outside the door, suddenly laughed mischievously, and approached Gretel:

"By the way, that knight's hand is really broken, isn't it? Can't it be cured?"

"He didn't sew the tendons." Grete spread his hands.

"Can you cure it?"

Grete hesitated for a moment, neither nodding nor shaking his head. He can do hand tendon sutures and other things if he really wants to, but the main thing is hand surgery - this surgery is delicate, tendons, blood vessels, and nerves are sutured one by one, and it can only be done well with a microscope. After a few hours of doing this, when I took off the microscope, everything was spinning.

Moreover, there is no microscope in this broken place, and there is no special needle and thread for micro-suturing. Although the treatment effect is better than no treatment, it can be imagined.

Besides, he wasn't good at this job. Gretel clearly remembers that when he was in school in his previous life, he could only sew four or five mouse tails in one class - the blood vessels in mouse tails are about the same thickness as the blood vessels in his hands, making them the cheapest material for practicing basic skills. .

The strongest student in the class was the guy who was later snatched away by the hand surgery department, with the highest record of 12.

However, in the eyes of Necromancer Linn, Gretel did not deny it, it was obviously affirmative. The Necromancer’s eyes brightened:

"Then how are you going to treat him? ... Otherwise, I drag him in and you treat him on the spot?"

No anesthesia, no disinfection, no hemostasis, just start right? This is too rough and absolutely not allowed!

Gretel opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer - or where to start. However, the Necromancer had already taken action. With a wave of his hand, the stone door that separated the hall and the inner room opened again, and the black cat jumped down to the ground.

Gretel saw a black light flash before his eyes. The black cat named "Mr. Trocca" was still of normal size when he jumped up, but became the size of a lynx when he landed. When he rushed to the door, he was as big as a leopard.

Amidst the deep roar of the beast, there was a loud sound of bones breaking, followed closely by the screams of the Roman knights.

"Let me go - let me go!"

The Roman knight kept struggling, and the sound got closer and closer. There were exclamations in the hall. I don’t know how many people were alarmed by this incident. Priest Donald’s voice was particularly loud:

"Let him go! Master Mage, please let him go! - Gretel! Gretel!!!"

Gretel was stunned.

Two days after arriving in another world, he was pushed to the ground, had a sword pointed at his throat, was forcibly recruited, and attacked by monsters... He experienced more dangers than he had experienced in the past month or even a year.

However, there has never been a moment that made him feel as cold as now.

A few hours ago, the person who was so high above him and could even threaten his life was now being dragged in by a demon pet, just because the necromancer was curious and wanted to see some surgeries he had never seen before.

People are knives and servants, and I am fish and meat.

But in such a world, one moment's swords may become fish meat the next moment, how can it be said clearly?

"Isn't this bad..."

Grete's head shook like a windmill. The necromancer thought he had a grudge against the knight and was unwilling to treat him, so he tried to persuade him:

"Treat him and let me see! At worst, you cure him first, and then I..."

Make a stroke with your palm. Grete sweated profusely and continued to shake his head. My head was buzzing, and I felt like the six small bones in my ears were shaking out.

"Don't you want to kill someone? Then... cure him first and then cut off his tendons?"

Within two words, the black cat, which transformed into a leopard, had already arrived in front of the stone gate with the knight in its mouth. At the critical moment of life and death, the seriously injured knight unleashed his greatest potential, clutching the edge of the stone door with both hands. He raised his head and stared at Gretel, his eyes filled with resentment and despair.

Click!

The edge of the stone door broke at the knight's fingertips. Gretel trembled all over:

"no!"

He turned around, took a step across, and stood in front of the Necromancer. Look directly into the other person's eyes with a firm gaze:

"I will not do such a thing. I have sworn that I will never harm anyone with my medical skills!"

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