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

In this way, Gretel slipped into—no, joined the Order of the God of Nature, and became a disciple of Elder Erwin. Of course, the so-called disciples just changed their names verbally. No ceremony was held, and no guests were invited to pay homage.

Gretel had no intention of showing off, and Elder Erwin was a mature man, so he sensed something was wrong from the news about the Divine Enlightener. He just let Grete go back that day, and came to the Mage Tower alone the next day, visited Master Gehrman and expressed his intention.

"What? You want to accept Gretel as a disciple?" Master Gehrman was so surprised that his eyes almost popped out. He leaned forward, and a swimming ring formed in his red robe. Fortunately, there are no buttons on the robe, otherwise, a few of them would fall apart immediately:

"I know he's a healer, but..."

But you won’t accept him as your disciple personally, right?

"Hey, this little guy is quite interesting." Elder Erwin smiled so hard that his white eyebrows twitched. "He played two new tricks with new tricks. You haven't seen them before, have you? Don't tell me, these two new tricks are quite useful in treatment..."

Master Gehrman:? ? ?

Are you learning magic just for healing?

How much you love healing! You like healing, you want to be a priest, why are you going to the Mage Tower to study!

Having said that, Master Gehrman also became curious and asked Grete to demonstrate it. The mage's hand didn't arouse much interest in the mage. In his words, "it's just a relatively fine control." However, the detection of magic made his eyes shine.

In the vision of meditation, Grete's palm covering the oak staff, the phalanges, metacarpal bones, and carpal bones, one by one, are clearly visible.

“It really works!”

Master Hermann stood up, walked to the oak staff, and cast the spell himself. The bright magical aura unfolded in the meditative field of vision. Master Gehrman stretched out his hand, covered it, and observed...

"I can't see clearly!"

Master Gehrman frowned. In his meditation field of vision, the magical aura could not penetrate his skin at all, only illuminating the edges of his fingers a little. The visual effect is similar to when you put your palms together and look at the sun under the scorching sun.

"I can't see clearly either." Elder Erwin stood side by side with him, extending his hand exactly the same. "I tried this magic overnight last night, using myself and others in the Order. The conclusion is that only those who are five levels lower than me can see clearly with this staff."

"Level 5..." Master Gehrman was moved.

Elder Erwin's oak staff has been with him through thick and thin for decades, and has been nourished by its own energy. The Natural God Cult is unique in its ability to cultivate extraordinary items. This kind of portable staff can almost be considered to be of the same level as the person by default.

He said that it takes 5 levels lower to see clearly. Doesn't that mean that a magic item of level 5 or above is required for the aura to shine through the bones of civilians, and most of the mage apprentices?

But let alone civilians, even a mage apprentice can only touch high-level magic items a few times in his life!

"Such magic...do you think it's useful?"

"It works!" Elder Erwin nodded, waving his white beard and smiling happily. "It can help a lot of people! - Hey, after talking for so long, you still haven't said whether you agree or not!"

Master Gehrman: "..."

It's as if I don't agree to you accepting disciples, it's really useful...

Having said that, given Elder Erwin's strength and the consistently good relationship between the Natural Gods and the Magic Council, Master Gehrman could not find any reason not to agree. Not only did he agree, he also planned to make things nicer, for example, give him a gift:

"Gretel!" he called seriously. "Since you have created this new use of magic, summarize it and write a paper. The Archmage of the Magic Council will come soon. It is best to publish this paper. Even if it fails, it can still be published in front of the Archmage. Extra points.”

Gretel: "...what?"

paper?

Is there a paper in this world?

Where will I send my paper after I finish writing it? Is there a journal, is there SCI, is there an impact factor evaluation...

Gretel opened his mouth and swallowed hard. Master Herman thought he didn't know what a thesis was. After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly said:

"Oh, I forgot that you haven't finished reading the book on the bottom floor. There is it in the living room on the second floor. Go back later and read it yourself. If you don't know how to write, ask Eliot, or ask me directly. Can."

Gretel: "..." No need, it's just a paper! I can write! I wrote a lot in my previous life!

And, why did I work so hard to write my thesis in my previous life, but in another world, I still have to find time to write my thesis...

He lowered his head silently and shed tears of sympathy for himself. Beside him, Elder Erwin was already happy:

"A mage apprentice writes a thesis? Little Gretel, the mage thinks highly of you! - Come on, come on, I will tell you the results of several attempts, let's write a beautiful one! Gehrman, I will go and talk to the little one! The guy is here!"

"Elder Erwin!" Master Gehrman jumped up: "You are a distinguished guest——"

Who lives where in the mage tower! The apprentices live on the second floor, the official mage lives on the third floor, and the master of the mage tower, as well as the distinguished guests, live on the fifth floor! If you live on the second floor, others won't say that you are informal, they will only say that you are ignorant and don't even understand the rules of hospitality!

"Hush - keep it secret, keep it secret." Elder Erwin walked over with a smile and hooked the mage's neck:

"You don't know, this little guy... someone is going to deal with him! The more secret I come, the better!"

Rustling, rustling. As he whispered, Master Gehrman's face became more and more solemn. As for Elder Erwin, after releasing the breaking news, he carried Gretel downstairs nonchalantly.

"Write, write, write! I'll watch you write!"

"Uh... Elder, I haven't seen what the paper looks like..."

Five minutes later, Gretel was sitting in the hall on the second floor of the Mage Tower, his eyes widening.

Title...author's name...abstract...keywords...

This is the way he is used to writing papers!

Why do the papers here look like this?

Have any time travelers come to this world?

If there are time travelers who have come here, why do they still look so barbaric and ignorant? Even the magic is caused by sparks, blazing fireballs, and fireballs all the way up?

Gretel's imagination is endless. Elder Erwin had already knocked on the table: "Quick, quick, quick! Get a pen and write down what I said!"

"Okay!" Grete jumped up and ran to get it.

Case! Fresh case!

Fresh clinical cases!

When it comes to writing papers, in addition to theoretical basis and data derivation, the most missing thing is detailed cases!

There is no need for him to go everywhere to find people and try hard with his pitiful number of five spells a day!

Very good!

Gretel raised his head:

"Elder, do you want me to be the joint first author?...Ouch! If you don't agree, don't hit me!"

Elder Erwin lived in the single room of the mage apprentices on the second floor of the mage tower for several days. In the past few days, the old man had crammed into Grete the doctrines, prayers, methods of using magic, and all the knowledge a trainee priest should know.

Gretel learned to death. Of course, the old man was not much better: Grete recited doctrines, prayers, and the history of the Deistic Church. When he was dizzy, when he turned around, the old man looked at the diagram of the human body that he had drawn. Her hair is messy, her eyebrows are knotted, and her eyes are straight:

"The left ventricle is connected to the aorta, the right ventricle is connected to the pulmonary artery, the left atrium is connected to the pulmonary veins, the right atrium is connected to the superior and inferior vena cava...the left ventricle..."

Grete watched him read it three times in a row, stretched out his hand, pressed it on the paper with his fingers spread apart:

“Where does the left atrium connect?”

The old man looked at him blankly, like an old bear that had gotten up from hibernation and hadn't noticed that the hive next door was gone. Gretel silently recited the words for him:

"...What kind of plum is Ma?"

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