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

He was asked what to do next.

A group of people were waiting for him to make a decision.

Grete looked left and right, and finally understood a fact:

His status has changed.

He is the healer, the caster of spells, the one inspired by the God of Nature. The caster's status has always been higher than that of the warrior, especially when the captain is seriously injured, it is natural for him to be the leader and decide the team's behavior.

What?

He is still a teenager, inexperienced and doesn’t know anything?

What does the divine revelation of the God of Nature do! Wisdom is something that can be poured into you!

Gretel was about to cry but had no tears left. Not to mention that this "divine revelation" is fake and fake. He has just traveled through time and the original owner's memory has not yet been integrated. Ask him whether he should advance or retreat next?

He doesn’t know either!

Gretel doubted his life in the expectant eyes of his teammates. He has only solved the first one of the three questions asked by the time traveler's soul: Who am I, where am I, and what happened. As for the second and third questions, after rescuing a person, can you give him some time to sort out his memory...

As it turns out, he doesn’t need to sort it out on his own. Brother Raymond has already asked hurriedly:

"Ordinarily we are a city guard and we have to complete a patrol before we can go back. But the captain is injured and something happened here -"

The dark arms waved outward. Gretel looked around along the arm. The messy mud, the splattered blood, and the traces of the previous battle were still vivid in his mind. He blurted out:

"What just happened?"

"you do not know?!"

Raymond was surprised. Gretel screamed inwardly, and immediately covered his head with an ouch:

"I, I have a headache..."

He didn't even have to fake the pain on his face. With a little force, he pressed his fingers on the swelling on the back of his head, and his facial features immediately shrank together in pain. As he spoke, he squatted down:

"I just hit my head...I, I can't remember..."

Raymond rushed up to help him. Grete squatted on the ground and huddled up, closing his eyes tightly. Scenes of memories flashed through his mind, making his head hurt more and more:

A group of them went out to patrol the city. After walking for a day and a half, I arrived at the farmhouse. Before I even got close, I found a mess outside the farmhouse, with two wild dogs tearing at something.

Captain Cullen led people to drive away the wild dogs and went into the house to check. Almost immediately, the sound of fighting and screams rang out in the room, and a moment later, a black shadow rushed out of the door;

"Myself" stepped forward to try to stop him, but he was thrown away and hit something. His vision went black...

"What...that thing that hurt the captain..."

Gretel asked intermittently while enduring the headache. Raymond wanted to help him up, but he couldn't move after two tugs. He simply squatted next to him and answered into his ear:

"I didn't see clearly, that thing was too fast. I just knew it was a four-legged beast, black."

"Yeah……"

Grete murmured. Several people around were talking about it:

"That's right, it's really cruel. It's... my waist is so high!"

"Like a cat?"

"Stop joking, how can a cat be so big? Is that a leopard? A black panther?"

"Looks like a cat!"

"That's right... that thing... scratched my paw..."

Captain Cullen also made a weak sound. Gretel nodded, squatted on the ground and huddled up, thinking:

Maybe it really is a feline. Grete recalled the diagonal tear in Captain Cullen's abdomen and secretly felt grateful. Cats are good, at least they are less likely to get rabies than the wild dogs they drove away. There is no place to find rabies vaccine in this other world. If you are really infected, you can only leave it to fate.

And, since it is a wild animal, there is no need to hunt it. The top priority is to quickly find a place for the injured to have a good rest.

Where to go?

Grete looked around, tried his best to stand up, and walked towards the thatched house not far away, wanting to see how the healing conditions were inside. He pushed open the firewood door—it was really a firewood door, made of four tree sticks and tied into a flat surface with a pile of firewood branches. He bent down and poked his head through the door. I took a quick glance and exited immediately:

Damn it!

I shouldn't have expected anything from this kind of house!

Grete's facial features wrinkled up. The house was too short to walk straight in, so that was okay; the house was narrow, with an area of ​​less than 20 square meters, and he was mentally prepared before entering; but there wasn't even a bed in this shabby house!

In the center of the room, there was a circular pit made of stones on the mud floor. Smoke was rising from the pit, and the firewood that had just been boiled was still crackling. White smoke rose up one after another and fell on people's faces, immediately causing tears;

Under the dancing firelight, you can see several pitchforks placed against the wall on the left hand side, and two bags piled in the corner. One is mostly deflated, and the other is still bulging. On the right hand side, there is an earthen platform with a mess on it. There are some sheepskins, linen and the like piled up, which may be where the owner sleeps.

Is this kind of ghost place used to recuperate from injuries?

I'm afraid it will get worse the longer I raise it!

Go, must go!

Grete retracted from the door, took a few breaths hard, and called to his comrades:

"Bring up the captain and let's go!"

"No! I can leave on my own!"

Captain Cullen wanted to struggle as soon as he heard this. Grete rushed forward and held him down:

"Uncle Karen, lie down! Don't get up!"

"Bring that spear over here! Get another stick and make a stretcher, and we can carry people!"

Let's do it together. As a soldier, he still had some experience in how to make a stretcher. He donated the ready-made spears, cut a small tree from nearby, tied a few straw ropes in the middle, and lifted Captain Cullen onto it. The previously cut leather armor and torn clothes were thrown over the body in a mess, picked up and left.

Gretel also tries to join the stretcher team. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he was snatched away. The red-haired archer Tang En knocked him away with his shoulder. He held a spear in one hand and a tree stick in the other. He turned his head and smiled at him:

"Little Grete, we'll carry the stretcher, just follow along!"

Grete:......

I remembered! You were the one who knocked the original body down before, and the original owner hit his head against a tree, and then I came through. After the collision just now, if I hadn't reacted quickly and regained my balance, would I have had to wear it again?

However, his complaints could only be swallowed in his stomach. The comrades around him laughed and agreed with the archer's actions:

"That's right, little Gretel, don't do these heavy jobs!"

"You are a healer!"

"Tsk, tsk, in a few days, I will call you Master Gretel!"

The spearman Raymond patted his shoulder hard and took off his sword; the archer Taung and the spearman leaned forward to lift the stretcher; the shield warrior Vali snatched Grete's package smoothly. Hang it on your shoulder;

When Gretel came to his senses, he was already walking in the center of the team with nothing in his hands. He didn't have to work or get anything, he just had to stay calm and follow the team with the little priest.

Grete even suspected that if he sprained his foot or claimed that he could no longer walk, these soldiers could cut a few vines, tie them into a backpack, and carry him away...

By the way, is this how spell casters are treated?