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

The girl smiles brightly.

The carriage was coming at a gallop and was about to hit him.

The exclamations of passers-by, the screams of the child's mother, the smoke and dust billowing from the wheels...

In Gretel's perception, all this was played back frame by frame like slow motion.

Grete jumped forward instinctively. The carriage rolled closer and closer to him, and the dust kicked up had already hit his face - and he stretched out his hands forward as much as possible, and his fingertips were only one and a half meters, one meter, half a meter away from the ignorant girl -

brush!

A figure came first and rushed past. Gretel was pulled back by the man, and his whole body changed from rushing forward to falling backwards, and he fell out hard!

"Ouch!"

Gretel cried out in pain. His back hit the ground, and he slid out flatly backwards, with a gray face. In his busy schedule, Grete tried his best to raise his head, and saw a figure in gray rolling past like a storm, leaning down to pick up the girl.

The man's movements were extremely flexible. His left arm held the girl, and his right arm stretched out to hug the galloping horse. He turned over, rode directly on the horse, and reined in the horse:

"U-good boy, stop! Stop!"

The horseman stood up and neighed, then stood up slowly. Gretel smiled bitterly:

"teacher……"

He reluctantly pushed himself up, rubbed his back with his backhand, and found that the fall didn't hurt at all. It seems that he was thrown out by Elder Erwin? Do you think he is getting in the way and causing trouble?

"Just... just stay by the first-level trumpet and don't go up to cause trouble?"

Grete murmured softly. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a whip cracked and suddenly exploded in front of him:

"Get off!"

The servant who was driving the carriage picked up the whip, turned around, and whipped it forward. There was an extra person on the horse, the carriage shook violently and then stopped, and the hostess screamed in the car - what is this? This is going to ruin his job!

Besides, the man holding the carriage was covered in dust, not silk. This kind of untouchable is looking for trouble whenever he can, so he must be beaten!

The whip was drawn out with a violent sound. Elder Erwin didn't even look back. He caught the ball with his backhand, followed by a pull and a shake:

"Get down!"

"ah--"

Amidst the long screams, the arrogant servant couldn't help himself and rolled out of the car.

The carriage shook again. Gretel, who fell to the ground, could only hear another exclamation from the carriage, followed by the woman's sharp questioning voice:

"What's wrong? Robbie!"

"Madam!—The carriage is being robbed!"

The servant rolled to the ground and yelled. People in the carriage exclaimed:

"What!"

A plain white hand lifted the car curtain. The gemstone ring on his hand swayed in the sunlight, and the light pierced into Gretel's eyes, causing him to reflexively close his eyes. I heard the woman scream:

"There are gangsters? What do the guards do for food? Guards, guards!"

There was a cacophony of hoofbeats. Two guards had already rushed their horses and listened to the hostess's shouts, but they did not dare to move. In front of the carriage, Elder Erwin got off his horse, gently hugged the little girl, and touched the top of her hair:

"It's okay, go to your mother's place. Be careful next time!"

"Thank you, grandpa!" Eva bowed and ran away. Elder Erwin straightened up, turned around with a half-smile, and faced the guard who was stiff and had nowhere to put his hands and feet.

"E-Elder Erwin..."

"Do you know me?" The elder raised his thick eyebrows slightly. "That's right, you should know me. - The sneaky one last time, talking about Little Gretel in the alley behind me, was it you?"

"It's not me!" the guard yelled, then turned his horse and fled as if he had seen a ghost. The elder did not chase after him, but looked at the face of the woman in the carriage with his hands. He watched her face turn pale little by little, and then asked with a slight smile:

"Your guards?"

"no!"

The woman denied subconsciously. The elder looked at the emblem on her carriage, then at the family crest on the uniform of the escaped guard, and smiled casually:

"Hey, why are you so nervous? I haven't thanked you for recommending a good apprentice - Little Gretel!"

Grete came quickly. The elder patted him on the shoulder and pulled him towards the carriage:

"Look, he is little Grete, my disciple. He was just promoted to the first-level priest yesterday, and his qualifications are really good. - Grete, say hello to Mrs. Deya."

Tsk tsk, the teacher is really shady... What is the difference between this and telling someone face to face, "I know it was you who harmed my apprentice, and my apprentice has a bright future"? Grete secretly admired her, and Grete nodded to her meaningfully:

"Mrs. Deya."

Mrs. Deya's face turned a little pale again, her fingers holding the edge of the car window, precariously. Seeing the two people turning around and leaving, her somewhat withered chest rose and fell rapidly several times, and she suddenly bit her silver teeth and screamed:

"Wait a minute!"

Elder Erwin dragged Gretel and kept walking. There was a clang behind her, and Mrs. Deya climbed out of the car and rushed towards them:

"Roman! Roman's hand! Can you cure it!"

what? Grete was at a loss. Elder Erwin was already reminding him: "She is Roman's mother. - the knight of the Spring Temple."

Oh... He's the one who had his thumb flexor tendon scratched by the Necromancer's cat. Grete recalled his injuries, then thought about his current healing skills, and shook his head decisively:

"Sorry, I can't cure it."

There is no microscope or special instruments for hand surgery, so I treat him with his head!

However, his thinking was interpreted by the woman as hesitation, and hesitation was interpreted as unwillingness to take action. Bang, bang, bang, Mrs. Deya hurried over, opened her arms and stopped in front of Gretel:

"Please! Please! I know Roman has offended you - we will never dare to do it again! Please save him! I will give you everything! Give me everything you want - this, this and this..."

Mrs. Deya fell to her knees with a plop. The gorgeous silk satin skirt was spread on the ground and was stained by mud. She didn't care about it. She hurriedly took off the ring, took off the bracelet, and pulled off the necklace. A large pile of jewels was held in front of Grete. His palms trembled violently, and the light of the gems was particularly bright in his palms:

"These are all for you! Carriage, manor, whatever you want... Please save him, as long as you can cure him..."

Poor parents in the world... Gretel sighed secretly. With many years of medical experience, he not only did not step forward to help, but instead took a few steps back and shrank behind Elder Erwin:

"I'm sorry, I really can't cure your son's injury. - My medical skills are not good."

"You know how to cure it, right?! You know it! You just refuse to take action!" Mrs. Deya screamed. After a pause, the voice became sad and melodious again, with pear blossoms and rain:

"Please save him... How can you ignore death? You are a healer, a healer!... Please, I only have Roman, only him..."

...Look, this time it’s a proper medical trick. There will be trouble if you don't treat him, there will be trouble if you can't treat it, and if you spend too much money to cure it, there will be trouble... In comparison, if you don't treat him in the first place, you will have the least trouble.

Fortunately, there is no such thing as first-diagnosis doctor responsibility in other worlds...

Grete took a step back with great vigilance and repeated again: "Sorry, I really can't cure it."

"What else are you telling her!" Elder Erwin finally had enough of the show and shouted. He picked up Grete and walked away. Behind him, Mrs. Deya's shout was long and plaintive:

"please--"

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