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

Divine revelation?

Captain Cullen's eyes suddenly lit up.

The previous treatment had greatly boosted his energy. Coupled with the excitement brought by the good news, two pale reds even appeared on his cheeks that were pale due to blood loss:

"Divine inspiration? That's great, little Grete!"

Gretel felt warm in her heart. He knew why Uncle Karen was so happy: becoming a clergyman, even the lowest clergyman, for the original soldier of the city guard, was tantamount to achieving a class leap in one step. From the common class, he stepped directly into the middle class.

The most intuitive comparison is to look at the burlap vests worn by these warriors and the fine linen robes with small freckles.

Not to mention, directly receiving divine revelation without going through the study and training of the church——

O saint!

Voters!

God's favored one!

A road leading to the sky is right in front of you.

Regarding the luck of others, some people in this world are full of jealousy, while others are indifferent, but this Uncle Karen is sincerely happy for the owner of this body and the children he has watched grow up...

Gretel's heart felt soft and warm, and she smiled back. However, the next moment his smile froze on his face. After Uncle Karen in front of him was happy, he immediately asked another question:

"Which god is it?"

Gretel: "..."

Yes, which god? It is said that his medical skills should be under the jurisdiction of the God of Medicine, so Shennong, Bian Que, Hua Tuo? Something doesn't seem right. All of these people have Western faces. You want to make a Chinese god come out? Something is wrong!

Or Apollo? Asclepius? ...Hippocrates?

No, this is a different world. How many local gods are there... Which god is easier to talk to? If you are touched, you won't kill him...

Time is tight and the requirements are high. Which god should be found to take the blame?

Waiting online, it's quite urgent...

The new version of Gretel Nordmark ran through the memory of the original owner as quickly as possible. There are several temples in Hartland City, including the Temple of the God of War, the Temple of the Goddess of Spring, the God of Nature... It seems that the God of Nature does not have a temple?

As for what are the responsibilities of these gods?

Which god has a better temper?

What is the style of the clergy?

It’s over, why can’t I remember...

The only thing he could feel was a throbbing pain in his head.

Grete subconsciously reached out and touched it, and there was a lump bulging on the back of his head, which was still a little wet, as if it was bleeding. Gretel's breathing suddenly tightened, bang bang bang, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Traumatic brain injury!

Amnesia!

By the way, I can’t remember what happened before I fainted. Is this retrograde amnesia?

Is this body concussed?

Will there be intracranial hemorrhage? After one day, three days, or ten days and a half, will I faint again, or have a headache, nausea, vomiting, hemiplegia, etc.?

There is no CT scan available in this damn place...

calm! ! !

Grete forced herself to stop letting her thoughts wander. Now that I have traveled through time, I will definitely not be so unlucky. My inability to remember things must be because my memories have not been fused, and it cannot be retrograde amnesia caused by brain trauma!

Whose time traveler would be knocked down by the original owner’s injuries? A bullet pierced my temple or something, I could have recovered on my own, not to mention I just had a bump on my head!

Gretel tried to cheer himself up. He closed his eyes tightly and quickly rummaged through the fragmented memories that had not yet been fully integrated. After racking my brains, I only found some fragments——

no way. Worshiping gods and the like is something only those with money and leisure can do. For a poor person like the original owner, he only went to church two or three times a year.

Every time, I stood in the crowd of Wuyang Wuyang outside the temple, standing on tiptoes to take a look at the robes of the priests. Whether you can see divine magic or not is up to chance...

What about receiving treatment and learning writing from the clergy? The original owner has never experienced such good things since he was a child.

By the way, in the center of Heartland City, it turns out that there is a majestic Temple of Light with a spire higher than the city lord's palace opposite. Now the entire temple is vacant, and the clergy inside were kicked out three years ago...

I don't think I've seen any other temples. Okay, now it’s simple, choose one of the three.

Eliminate the God of War first.

Gretel glanced to the side guiltily. He now remembered that the young priest John belonged to the Temple of the God of War, and the shield embroidered on the chest of his robe was the simplest version of the logo of the Temple of the God of War, which was only used by low-level priests.

Lying in front of his subordinates always made Gretel feel a lot of psychological pressure.

And to be honest, the God of War sounds like a fighting and killing god. Even the clergy will confront you if they disagree with you. I can't afford to offend them. If they find out that I'm talking nonsense, a whole temple of priests and soldiers will go out, and they won't cut me into pieces?

Let’s give up on the spring water goddess who doesn’t sound noble and looks like a weak god at first glance. This kind of god's name and power are so weak that they cannot be upgraded in ten thousand years. There is no future for just following along.

Only the God of Nature is left!

Very good, I feel that the priesthood is very broad and the upper limit is very high. In many online novels that Wu Zhou has read, the gods of nature seem to be the main god of one party...

Gretel's eyes were firm and without hesitation:

"God of nature!"

"God of nature..."

Captain Cullen's fiery gaze dimmed for a moment. Around Wu Zhou, brother Raymond, archer Tang En, shield warrior Vali, and the freckled little priest John, sighed in disappointment one after another.

Gretel's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't be more familiar with this look. In his previous life, every time he made a not-so-good choice at a certain point in his life, but it was already his current limit, he would always see this look from others. From my mentor, from my mother, from my ex-girlfriend...

"Aren't you going to continue studying for a Ph.D.? Yes, your family is really in trouble...then so be it!"

"Emergency department?... It's really hard to stay in a provincial hospital. If it's an emergency, go to the emergency department!"

"Going to aid Africa for a year? Just to be promoted to deputy director quickly?...Okay, it's up to you!"

It seems that the God of Nature is not a good choice...

Is it too late for me to change my mind and say that I am the God of War?

Or the spring goddess?

In such a daze, he missed the opportunity to change his tune. After being disappointed for a moment, Captain Cullen immediately clasped his hands in front of his chest and murmured a prayer: "Thank you to the God of Nature for his grace..."

"Thank you, God of Nature, for your grace!" Beside Gretel, a group of soldiers prayed in unison regardless of their beliefs.

Even the freckled little priest lowered his head solemnly to show respect to the God of Nature.

Gretel was silent.

Once a word is spoken, it is hard to follow.

Having said that he is the god of nature, there is no need to change the person - or the god.

Digging the pit felt good for a while, but filling it for the crematorium, he had better think about how to continue to get along with the God of Nature, so that he could gain benefits without being in any way involved...

Just when he thought of this, a group of people finished their prayers and raised their heads, looking at him with burning eyes. Brother Raymond, Captain Cullen’s nephew, took the lead in asking:

"Little Gretel, what should we do next? Are we still going to move forward?"

Gretel suddenly came to his senses.

He looked around quickly. Except for Captain Cullen, who was seriously injured and weak, and had closed his eyes to rest, Little Freckles followed the team regardless of the matter. The others - Captain Cullen's nephew Raymond, the archer Taung, and the shield warrior Vali, all three looked at it eagerly. Looking at him with expectation.

Looking at it like that, whether to go or stop, move forward or return depends on his words.

No...

This divine revelation of mine is fake!