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

What's the point of taking my diagram?

Can't stealing pictures be considered stealing? Or grab it directly?

Gretel opened his mouth and decided not to get entangled with the bishop. He continued to yell at Barron Knight:

"Besides, even if it's cut, how can I stretch your muscles? With my hands?!"

"...Why can't you use your hands?"

Gretel was furious. He sat back down, took a few deep breaths, and couldn't help but begin to doubt his life. ——Has my ability to educate patients about science deteriorated? It’s obvious that everyone understands the previous life’s explanation to this point!

Moreover, the bald bishop clearly understood...how could these knights still...

Forget it, the big boss's understanding should not be compared with that of a spell caster. How to explain it...could it be possible to perform surgery on the spot...

good idea!

Gretel's eyes lit up. He collected his emotions, stood up calmly, smiled at Knight Barron and said:

"Let's do this. I'll find a pig leg - or a leg of lamb. Cut it up on the spot, and you'll know how to do the treatment. - Lord Bishop, can you wait for me for a moment?"

"Where are you going to find pig legs so late?" The bald bishop frowned. He thought for a moment, turned his back on his guests, picked up Gretel and left: "Forget it, come with me!"

"-Wait! My scalpel! Knife!"

The bald bishop strode ahead. Grete was dragged by one of his hands and staggered, running out of breath. The surgical instruments carried in the other hand were tossed around, but in the end Flynn Knight couldn't stand it, so he rushed forward and reached out to carry the surgical box.

Grete followed the Lord Bishop, and the place became brighter and livelier as he walked. As I walked, there were bright lights and smoke in front of me. Dozens of men were shouting, laughing and cursing inside, but it was a tavern. The bald bishop rushed in and shouted:

"Old man, do you have any pork legs?"

"There's still half a loaf!" someone from the back of the counter responded: "Can I bake it for you?"

"I'm going to give birth! - Take me to the kitchen!"

The Lord Bishop answered loudly. He walked straight through the crowd, and the three knights strode behind him. The men drinking and chatting in the bar suddenly rolled apart, like Moses parting the Red Sea. Grete, a young boy caught in the middle, managed to sneak in without being stopped outside the kitchen door.

The kitchen was bustling with activity. A chef and three or four workers shuttled back and forth, wishing that everyone would have a halo of acceleration under their feet. The bald bishop entered the door and ran to the meat case. He grabbed the pig leg, looked at it, and turned to ask Grete:

"Can it be used?"

"-Put my legs down!"

There was a roar from the other side. The chef swung his kitchen knife and came over to kill him. At the last moment, he stopped dangerously: "Lord, Lord Bishop!"

The bald bishop nodded casually, still staring at Gretel. Grete stretched his neck to study the pig leg and found that the joints at both ends of the big bone had been cut off, and immediately shook his head. The bald bishop immediately put down the pig leg:

"Any leg of lamb?"

"No……"

The bald bishop frowned. The chef looked over, whipped the pig's leg, and ran away, as if he was afraid that the pig's leg would be snatched away a second later. The bald bishop ignored him, thought for a moment, and asked Gretel:

"Is it okay to live?"

"Fine……"

Before Grete could react, he answered instinctively. The bald bishop nodded, stood up and left. After a while, under Grete's shocked eyes, he brought in a bleating live sheep and threw it directly on the meat table: "Can it be used?"

Lord Bishop!

You really caught me now!

Gretel was stunned. Seeing that he didn't answer, the bald bishop coughed and asked again: "Can it be used?"

"It works, it works!" Gretel reacted and quickly replied: "That's it..."

"Just what?"

Gretel stretched out his hand. The live sheep plowed its hoof in panic, almost kicking his hand. He immediately flinched, turned his head, and opened his hands to the bishop.

That, that's it. If you bring a living thing over here, how can I perform an operation if I don't get numb? ——Bangma is also hemp!

The bald bishop laughed. He bowed his head and prayed a few words and snapped his fingers. In an instant, white light, like arrows and spears, tied the living sheep to the chopping board. The sheep raised its hooves in the air and scratched its hooves twice in panic. Although its nose was still twitching, it couldn't even make a whimpering sound.

Ah... This operation will make you feel more comfortable... Gretel sighed happily, stood in front of the meat case, and looked around:

"Uncle Flynn, please give me the box. Uncle Ciro, you can see more clearly if you stand on the left side. You don't have to stand on tiptoe like this... Mr. Bishop, it's a bit dark here. Can you please cast a lighting spell?"

At this time, the bar owner also slipped in and poked his head together with the chef, looking at the bald bishop and the sheep he brought in. Unexpectedly, at first glance, the bald bishop was just standing sideways, while Gretel stood firmly in front of the case, opened the wooden box, and picked up the scalpel.

As soon as the knife was in hand, Gretel immediately gained the aura of speaking his mind. Just like he had done thousands of surgeries and taught intern doctors in his previous life, he started to operate neatly and ordered:

"Then, before treatment, you need to shave the surrounding hair. - Mr. Barron, don't laugh. If you really have to shave then, you'd better find a knife to shave yourself - and then cut the skin first, No need to cut too deep…”

At this point, the tip of the knife had already cut into the skin of the lamb leg, making a light slash. The skin cracked in response to the knife, and the blood underneath seemed to be stunned. There was a pause visible to the naked eye before a trace of blood appeared.

"Wow……"

There was a low exclamation in the kitchen. The boss who came in to watch the excitement and the workers who were helping the chef all had their mouths opened as they watched the bald bishop give instructions and movements, tying the sheep when he was told, and using the illuminator when he was told. The boss even poked the chef:

"Hey, who is this young man?"

"Do not talk!"

The chef squirted back without thinking. He stared at the scalpel flying in Gretel's hand, unable to take his eyes off:

"This knife technique is so beautiful... It cuts with one knife, only hurting the skin but not the flesh, and not much blood comes out. It's beautiful!"

Grete himself was not very satisfied. To be honest, he is more familiar with human skin. With one knife, he can definitely cut through the skin without damaging the underlying fascia. In his previous life, he had dissected mice and rabbits, but he had never dissected sheep. Gretel looked at the blood stains on the scalpel and sighed softly:

"This knife is not fast enough... Mr. Barron, if the knife is faster, when I cut your wrist open, the bleeding can be reduced by half..."

"I'll find a way to find a knife!" Knight Barron responded. Gretel sighed:

"Not just any knife will do, it has to be the shape I want... Next, pull the skin to both sides, so as to cause the least damage. Lord Bishop, please pull the hook!"

He gave an order, and the bald bishop honestly took the hook and pulled it back. Grete looked at Hook with half his eyes, and kept moving:

"Pull back, pull back, a little harder... Okay, that's it, hold on!"

The chef and bar owner were speechless. The bald bishop said nothing and tried hard to pull the hook...

Today is another chapter that has been urgently revised... Each time it is revised, one chapter becomes two chapters, and two chapters become three chapters.