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

Chapter 126 Healing Competition!How many times the gap! (on shelves)

"One tent per person, if there is not enough space, you can use an open space."

"Each person has an assistant, and the level is no higher than himself."

"There is no limit to the soldiers who help carry the wounded."

Priest Hilde stood in the open space next to the treatment area, a little dazed.How did things get to this point?Why did he agree...to compete with that Gretel for treatment?
Oh, he didn't agree yet, he took the initiative to ask for the competition...

As if talking yesterday, that Gretel said, "My way of doing this is good for improving healing skills, so my healing skills are very good blablabla..." It seems that there is a hint of "better than you". Others fanned the flames.Then I somehow asked for a comparison as soon as I got up?
The people of the natural deity religion are all treacherous and cunning!Even first-level priests!
By the way...why hasn't that Gretel come here...the sun is already high!
After all, Priest Hilde is the proud disciple of the Priest Priest of the Spring Temple in the county. Although he is not happy, he is still calm.However, some of the classmates and friends who came with him to watch the fun, as well as the priests of Hartland City, couldn't hold back, and chattered.

"Why don't you come?"

"Don't you dare to compare?"

"People in small places are just..."

"Shh!"

"Could it be that you want to step on the senior brother to climb up, and after thinking about it, you regret it?"

"It must be! ——Senior Brother Hilde is so strong, and he is still the teacher's direct disciple, how could he be better than him!"

Hilde coughed hard, stopped the group of people from talking indiscriminately with his eyes, and waited patiently.The sun had risen again, and the sound of killing could be faintly heard in the distance, and Gretel hurried over.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late." Holding a stack of notebooks, he was sweating profusely from running, and he didn't apologize as soon as he came over.Little John, the priest's apprentice behind him, followed suit, holding a stack of books like him, and stuffing them into the cabinet.The breeze lifted the paper, and Priest Hilde glanced curiously:
"Sandy, male, 25 years old, level 3 soldier. His left upper arm was severed, and he was suspected to have lost 500+ml of blood. Supracondylar amputation of the humerus was performed... The fever reached 39 after the operation..."

what?
I feel like I can't understand half of it...

Taking a closer look, Gretel's eyes were red and bloodshot.Hilde immediately darkened his face, pointed at the stack of books, and reprimanded:
"You are just here to toss about this? Did you not sleep well last night? ——If the magic power has not recovered, there is no need to compete today!"

"Absolutely slept well!" Gretel quickly replied.It is said that he also wants to go to bed early...but can he not write the medical records?Can we not do ward rounds?Can the medicine not be changed? !
Even if there is no medical department to randomly check the medical records and deduct money if it is unqualified, that is not a reason not to write.It’s impossible not to write, and it’s impossible in this life. Only when there are cases can there be a summary analysis, and only if there is a summary analysis can there be a paper...

As for ward rounds and changing dressings, even if you don’t get up in the middle of the night to make rounds, do rounds later, and check wards earlier and change dressings, it must not be omitted!

It's pity how many people he treated yesterday, and how many medical records he took with John and the others at night.He had to get up early in the morning to do ward rounds again. If it wasn't for the fact that his mental strength had completely recovered after meditation, he might really be on the street today.

Of course... It is impossible to ask for leave. In emergency surgery, as long as you are not too sick to get up, you have to operate on the patient if you are under water...

Priest Hilde looked at him dubiously.Gretel sweated silently, trying to change the subject:
"Let's get started! The wounded are coming soon, have you brought enough? Would you like to have a look at the supplies I have prepared, and share with you if necessary?"

"No need!" Priest Hilde's face paled a little, thinking that the other party's proposal could be considered intentional.However, it is really unnecessary to share a share - as the host, he is backed by the Goddess of Spring Temple and the master priest teacher, what supplies can't he get?

If it hadn't been agreed in advance that he would only rely on his own magic spells, his medicine box could be filled with various healing potions, antidotes and energy potions, and he would have won this match by smashing it!

"The wounded soldiers are here! Let's start!"

With an order, the flow of people transporting the wounded separated at the gate of the camp, one on the left and one on the right, and sent the wounded to the two tents respectively.Priest Hilde muttered prayers, gentle white light and light blue water light fell one after another, and the wounded healed quickly.At the door of the tent, the notary invited from the Temple of the God of War counted loudly:
"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

"The fourth one!"

There was no sound on Gretel's side, only the wounded soldiers were seen going in sideways, but the healed soldiers were not seen coming out vertically.In the tent with the curtains hanging down, only a low order could be heard:
"Pull the hook."

"lift it up."

"Hold and stretch to the sides."

"Saline."

And the notary on Gretel's side walked from the left side of the tent to the right side, and from the right side to the left side, without even counting the word "1".

This is so boring, naturally there is no one on the scene to cheer for Gretel.The onlookers brought by Priest Hilde, as well as the priests of the Temple of Springs in Hartland City, all surrounded Hilde, admiring:

"This healing technique is so beautiful."

"I thought it couldn't be cured...it's actually pulled back!"

"As expected of Senior Brother Hilde... the control over the blood flow is too strong, I can't do it..."

"The casting speed is [-]% faster than mine!"

Hilde himself was quite proud.Holding the staff in his hand, he kept praying, and he didn't bother to wipe off the beads of sweat on his forehead, which made the two junior sisters who came with him feel very distressed.

However, the second-level priest can only release minor injuries at most, and the spell slots for a day are also quite limited. When the seventh wounded soldier was sent in, Priest Hilde encountered a problem:
Why hasn't it been cured yet?Throw another one to treat minor injuries, still no response?Oops, only the last one left!

"Priest Hilde, do you still need treatment?" the notary asked in a low voice.Hilde gritted his teeth:
"rule!"

The last piece of light and rain fell.A feeling of overdrawn fatigue came through his mind, Priest Hilde closed his eyes and took a breath.As for the tent next door, the notary at the door finally shouted loudly:

"3!"

"Don't send the wounded soldiers... I've run out of treatment for minor injuries..." Priest Hilde shook his hand gently, found a chair and sat down to rest.After a while, the time slowed down, and just as he was about to send the wounded soldiers, the other side counted:
"4!"

Only the fourth!I'm still three ahead of him!Priest Hilde struggled and healed two more wounded soldiers, and his healing skills were completely exhausted.He slumped on his seat motionless, watching the red sun gradually move to the mid-heaven, and listening to the notary on the opposite side report:
"9!"

It's on the same level as me... Can he still heal... I can't do it!

"10!"

There is still magic?This is not right!He is a first-level priest, so he should have fewer divine spells than me!
"...13!"

It's noon... How long can that guy last... At least come out for a meal...

"18!"

More than double me!Priest Hilde gritted his teeth and got up:

"Continue to send the wounded soldiers!"

"Hilde?"

"I can still cure it! Ointment, bandage, as much as it can be cured!"

The notary dutifully continued to start counting.However, soon, he announced a series of numbers aloud:
"1 person died!"

"2 person died!"

"Three people died..."

Do you want to continue... With such a serious injury, it seems that I can't save them without magic spells?

Hilde looked across.Gretel's tent is still sending people in like flowing water. Although two people have died so far, the frequency of death is much lower than his side.Maybe...they should be sent to the opposite side to give them a chance?
Hilde paused sadly.In front of the opposite tent, the notary reported again:
"25!"

Did you use energy potions?It shouldn't be, I told you not to use it in advance... Ah, that little girl Lina sneaked in to take a look, her eyes are very sharp, if she can't grasp the handle, she should be gone...

The shadow of the sun slanted again.The notary's cry sounded again:
"30!"

No way...the gap is three times... Is the distance between me and him that big...

There were whispers all around.At the beginning of the game, those words of praise for him have long since disappeared, and the admiring eyes have also become strange.Hilde gritted his teeth, strode out of the tent, and rushed to Gretel:

"I give up!—can I help you?"

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