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Chapter 29 The healing technique is so useful, I envy it.gif

"Little Gretel!"

Captain Cullen scolded softly. Captain Flynn took a step forward, as if he wanted to block Gretel behind him. All around, the soldiers of the city guard were whispering in surprise.

The young priest John whispered. He immediately covered his mouth with both hands, but his eyes were glistening, looking at Gretel and then at the bald bishop. Every freckle on her little face is full of worry.

The bald bishop was greatly surprised.

He looked up and down, looking at Grete carefully, from the burlap waistcoat he wore like the others, to his right hand that was holding the chicken bone, to his left hand that was holding the injured man's wrist, with his fingertips resting on the pulse. . After pondering for a moment, he asked carefully:

"Kid, do you know what you're doing?"

"I know."

"Then do you know how injured this person is and how he needs to be treated?"

"Severe blow to the chest, more than one rib was broken, and each rib was broken in more than one place. One rib pierced the lung." Gretel answered without hesitation: "The ribs need to be straightened, rejoined, and the damaged ones repaired. Lungs and pleura. My healing skills can’t be that strong, please.”

As well as blood pressure adjustment, mediastinal repositioning, and displaced lung repositioning... Of course, after one treatment, the lungs are repaired and you can breathe normally. The mediastinum and lungs should be able to move back slowly on their own. I won’t follow you. said.

"Then what are you doing holding this thing?"

Keep the air pressure in the chest balanced... Grete thought to himself. However, if you really want to explain it to the other party like this, don't you have to draw an anatomy diagram first and then spend ten minutes explaining clearly what air pressure is? If the other party can't understand it and has to do another Heidelberg experiment or something, that would be too confusing.

Brother! People are waiting to be rescued!

"Uh... uh, it's a long story..."

Grete blinked desperately. You cure him first, and then I can explain it to you slowly? Don't worry, I'm here and I won't run away!

"Ah... Okay, okay. I'll listen to you later." The bald bishop laughed happily. He stopped asking, clasped his hands on his chest, lowered his head and murmured.

This prayer took countless times longer than the little priest's healing spell. Grete felt that it took at least ten minutes. While listening to the injured's breathing and pressing the chicken bones to maintain pressure balance, he secretly sweated:

Fortunately, I refused to let go. If this person were left to be treated by you, he would be suffocated to death by the time you finish chanting the healing technique!

The bishop's actions were indeed extraordinary. After the singing ended, what fell was not a ray of white light, but a pattering of milky white light rain, which actually looked a little gentle.

As the light rain fell, the injured man's chest immediately swelled, his muscles stretched apart, and his ribs reset, as if a pair of invisible hands were pulling and squeezing. Breathing also became smoother. After a while, he took a sharp breath and began to cough up bloody phlegm.

Grete raced against time to pull out the chicken bones. As expected, the light rain dripped gently, and the wound stabbed with the dagger disappeared in the blink of an eye.

——The treatment is really convenient.

Grete was sincerely envious.

If he had had this thing in his previous life, there would be no need for the patient to have an oxygen tube in his mouth and a drainage bottle hanging on his body. He would have to check the drainage volume every now and then. If he found something was wrong, he would call someone immediately...

If there are three or five such patients in one night, just keep an eye on them all night, and forget about doing sit-ups.

The effects of the treatment are immediate. As soon as the bald bishop's healing technique stopped, the previously seriously injured Knight Ciro put his hands on the ground and turned over to stand up. He took two deep breaths, enjoyed the sweetness of the air, and immediately bowed his head and saluted:

"Thank you to the great God of War."

"Thank you to the great God of War!"

The city guard soldiers and Ares priests present prayed together.

Gretel lowered his head reflexively and clasped his hands together. I just wanted to imitate others in praying, but suddenly I remembered that "my" character is a person who has been inspired by the God of Nature... What seems wrong with thanking the God of War?

I feel like an outlier.

Gretel's mind was racing, thinking hard about how to prevent himself from being burned to death. On the other side, the bald bishop finally accepted Knight Ciro's gratitude, stepped forward with a smile, and pulled Gray to the knight:

"Actually, you should thank this young man more. If it hadn't been for him, we might have been too late by the time we arrived."

Knight Ciro breathed a sigh of relief. He had difficulty breathing before, but he was not unconscious. He still knew what was happening around him. He listened to Gretel's shouts, arguments, and calls for help. After being stabbed in the chest, breathing became smoother, and that was immediately noticeable.

But... in front of the Bishop of the God of War Temple, he first went to thank a new recruit of the City Guard. Was it because he didn't want to mess around, or did he not want the kid to mess around?

Fortunately, the bishop spoke. Knight Ciro turned around and grabbed Gretel:

"That's what I just wanted to say! Little Gretel, thank you so much!"

"Nothing. This is what I should do."

Gretel answered expertly. His tone was calm and his expression was indifferent, just like when he saved patients' lives countless times in his previous life and accepted the thanks from patients and their families. However, Knight Ciro was slightly stunned for a moment. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Gretel carefully. When he spoke again, his address and tone had all changed to a tone of reciprocity:

"Thank you, Grete. - Well, please come to my house tonight and let me express my gratitude!"

"Well, that's not necessary...these are all things I should do..."

Gretel tried his best to refuse, and Knight Ciro thanked and invited him again and again. The bald bishop watched with a smile for a while, then suddenly his expression straightened, he turned to the little priest John who was next to the end of the team and passed by:

"John, is this the young healer you're talking about?"

Grete was stunned and looked at John quickly. Little Freckles nodded desperately at him, grinning with a big smile on his face. Then, he made another face and pouted in the direction of the Spring Goddess Temple.

Grete felt warm in her heart.

The Roman knight returned seriously injured, clearly leaving behind a disaster. Although he was ruined, the relationship in the family was not ruined. Who knows whether he will hold a grudge against himself, and who knows whether he will take revenge.

——Of course, he couldn’t do it even if Gretel borrowed a knife to kill people and the necromancers were killed... After all, he was still a law-abiding citizen in his previous life...

So Captain Cullen immediately took himself back to the military camp and reported to his superiors. Now it seems that Little John has also reported this matter to the Temple of the God of War, and it seems that he also wants to seek shelter and protection for himself.

Gretel nodded gratefully to Little John. The bald bishop saw all their interactions, and instead of getting to the bottom of things on the spot, he made an invitation:

"Hello, young healer. What you did just now is very interesting. We have also encountered many warriors who unfortunately died without treatment. Can you tell us in detail the method you used?"

"sure!"

Gretel answered without thinking.