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

It was already late at night when we came out of the Spring Goddess Temple. The group gradually dispersed and went back to their homes. Knight Nolan made a special detour to send Gretel to a junction not far from his home, and then parted ways with him.

Gretel was walking alone on the side street. Looking left and right, the houses on both sides were dark, without any lights. The owners must have fallen asleep. Occasionally, the dogs barked, but there was no sound, and they sounded half asleep and half awake.

Grete compared his memories in this darkness and tried to identify his house. Unfortunately, the surroundings were too dark, and the houses all looked the same, low and cramped, and you could reach out and touch the eaves. Looking around for a long time, he still didn't see a house that looked like his own. He couldn't help but secretly become impatient:

How reliable is the memory of my predecessor?——

To make matters worse, his stomach growled loudly at this moment.

Gretel: "..."

It's not like I haven't eaten dinner yet, but at this point, it's obvious that I've already consumed all of it. Where could he find something to eat in the middle of the night?

Did you save dry food before going out on patrol?

Even if I save it, can I still eat the brown bread after two or three days?

Maybe he should stay in the barracks tonight? Is it too late for him to go back and knock on the door now?

Grete's mind was filled with all kinds of thoughts, and when he turned a corner, his eyes suddenly became bright. Twenty or thirty steps away, a warm light shone through a window. Although it was not bright, it was eye-catching enough in the dark night.

Gretel instinctively walked towards the house. After taking a few steps, the door creaked open, and a thin woman, guarding an oil lamp, went out carefully. He raised his head and saw Gretel standing not far away, beaming with joy and waving to him vigorously:

"Little Gretel! You're back! Have you had dinner? - Karen! Edward! Little Grete is back!"

With a crash, a group of people, led by Uncle Karen, rushed out of the house.

Gretel was stunned. I don't know why, but I feel sour and my eye circles are already red.

In his previous life, his parents had divorced when he was very young. His mother worked hard to bring him up by selling hot dry noodles in the morning and porridge at night. Studying medicine and practicing medicine, every final semester during school was like a college entrance examination. After work, I worked overtime continuously. There was never enough time to spend with my mother. I finally got promoted to deputy director, so I can relax a little bit, but I want to support my son, but I don't want to be kissed.

From then on, among all the lights in the house, there was no one left for him.

until today.

"Aunt Eileen..."

He murmured. The woman had already rushed over and grabbed him, looking left and right:

"Little Grete, you're back! Are you okay? I knew that... wasn't a good thing! It's all thanks to you this time. Your Uncle Karen told me. Fortunately, you saved him..."

As he spoke, he dragged him towards the house. Gretel followed her obediently, was dragged into the house and pressed down in front of the table. With a bang, a bowl full of broth was placed in front of you. Half of the meat bones came out of the soup bowl, and the aroma was overflowing, making your mouth water.

"Aunt Eileen, I've had dinner!"

Gretel tried to decline. Before he finished speaking, his stomach made another "gurgling" sound. He turned red with embarrassment on the spot. Aunt Eileen laughed and ruffled his hair hard:

"Why are you being polite to your aunt? I have eaten so many meals with my aunt since I was a child, and I have never seen you embarrassed. - Besides, you saved your uncle Karen's life. If you are polite to your aunt, will your aunt have to pay? Will I pay you for the treatment?"

While talking, he was busy around the room. After scrubbing, I cut a few slices of bread, then untied the bacon strips hanging from the roof, and sliced ​​two slices of bacon. He pinched it with bread and placed it neatly on Grete's right side:

"A half-grown boy is lucky to be able to eat. Eat!"

Gretel smiled. He no longer refused, holding bread in one hand and broth in the other, munching with his head down. Aunt Eileen watched him eating with a smile, turned around, and hit her sons again like chickens:

"Go, go, go! What are you looking at? Go to sleep! Children won't grow if they don't sleep!"

Uncle Cullen's two sons are both younger than Gretel, Edward is thirteen and David is ten. The two teenagers looked at Grete eagerly, trying to share a bite of the food, but they did not struggle with their mother, and she took one with each hand and threw it into the bedroom.

Grete was also a little embarrassed. Just when he was about to speak, he felt his clothes being pulled:

"Brother Gretel..."

Grete turned around.

Standing next to her was a little girl of five or six years old, thinly dressed and thin. Under the light, she looked up at Gretel, timidly, her face a little pale, and she reached out and raised something to his mouth:

"Brother, eat--"

Grete searched the memory of the original person and remembered that this was Uncle Karen's youngest daughter Avril, who was six and a half years old this year. Grete picked her up distressedly and let her sit on the stool next to her:

"Sister Avril, why did you run down here? It's cold at night..."

As he spoke, he held her raised arm and pressed it down gently. The little girl squirmed and refused:

"Brother, eat it!"

"Brother doesn't eat, you eat-"

"Brother saved dad! Brother eat!"

Avril Lavigne insisted on raising her arms. Grete hid here and there, but was always defeated by the little girl's insistence. In the memory, the girl's body bones had always been weak, and her face would turn pale if she exercised even slightly. Gretel did not dare to let Avril work too hard. He turned around helplessly and complained to Aunt Eileen:

"Auntie, really, why would you tell Avril about this kind of thing?"

"Of course I have to tell her." Aunt Eileen smiled and stood aside, even raising her chin to signal Gretel that there was no need to refuse. Grete had no choice but to open her mouth and let Avril stuff the piece of stuff into her mouth.

When the tip of the tongue touches it, the faint sweetness spreads, and it turns out to be a piece of maltose. Candies that were not worth mentioning in the previous life are a rare source of sweetness for children in this world. Once you get a piece, you often have to treasure it for a month or two.

"thank you……"

Gretel gently touched Avril's hair. The little girl smiled back, then suddenly burst out into a coughing fit. She pressed her hand on her chest and her little face turned red. Gretel hesitated for a moment, then reached out to pat her back. After patting her, his eyes dropped, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

It was early summer, the weather had begun to get warmer, and the little girl ran out wearing slippers. The small toes were exposed outside the shoes, and the nails on the toes, which should have been light pink, looked a little dark under the light.

Cyanosis? !

The alarm in Grete's heart rang loudly. He rubbed his eyes, not believing it, for fear that he had seen it wrong. He reached out and moved the oil lamp to the table, letting the light shine directly on the little girl's feet, and took a closer look——

That’s right, Avril Lavigne’s toenails are indeed a little purple and cyanotic! Cyanosis indeed!

Aunt Eileen had also rushed over at this time. Aunt Eileen had already rushed over, holding her daughter in her arms and gently patting her back. While filming, I answered Grete’s questions:

"It's okay. Avril just doesn't like to move. She is weak and prone to coughing when the seasons change."

Gretel was stunned. Fragments of memories appeared bit by bit. Avril has been in poor health since she was a child. She gets tired easily. She likes to cough every time the seasons change. She is smaller than her peers...

After a while, Avril's coughing stopped, and the flush on her face gradually receded. Grete took the opportunity to observe carefully and saw that her lips were pink and slightly white, but there was no sign of cyanosis. He raised his little hand again and saw that the fingernails were also pink.

The lower body is heavier than the upper body. Dissociative cyanosis.

Grete's heart couldn't stop sinking. All the signs together pointed to a disease that he didn't want to doubt, but had to consider.

Don't worry, don't worry, it doesn't have to be. Gretel tried her best to comfort herself and forced a smile, "Aunt Eileen, you know, I have recently become a healer. Sister Avril has a bad cough. Can you give me a tube and let me listen to her breathing sounds? ?"

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