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

Chapter 1286 A legend can make me bow my head?
"I can not stand it any more!"

On the fifth day of the research, a heart-piercing roar finally sounded in the laboratory.

With a roar, an elf raised the syringe in his hand and smashed it to the ground.There was a crisp sound, and the fragments splashed:

"I can't do it anymore! Why keep torturing these rabbits!"

In the entire laboratory, the other eleven elves stopped their hands and turned to look at him.Elder Fahim frowned:
"Seymour!—what's your attitude?!"

"I don't want to do it anymore!" Seymour roared with red eyes, and his golden hair was tangled like weeds:

"I just want to learn healing techniques, why do you have to force me to torture these rabbits!"

"Hey! No one is forcing you to learn well!"

Celia screamed angrily.While screaming, he rushed to him like a whirlwind.I didn't even have time to put down the injection needle in my hand, the cold light was shining...

Front, back, left, and right, several elves were covered in cold sweat from fright.Stretch out your hand to block, throw your force field barrier, throw your force field barrier:

With a click, the triple force field barrier shattered layer by layer.Two young female elves, with open arms, desperately stopped Seymour:
"Don't! Don't!"

Not to mention that this silver dragon girl can hammer Seymour into several pieces with a hammer with all her strength. Will this injection needle poke him into a transparent hole?
"Cerilla, don't do it."

Gretel spoke softly.

Cerilla slammed on the brakes and looked back at him.It wasn't until she stopped that the surrounding elves breathed a sigh of relief in unison:

Thankfully, there are still people who can control this young lady.

He was a guest from afar, or an honored guest, and if he really got angry, Seymour didn't seem to have any good options other than lying down and being hammered...

Gretel came over slowly and lost a [Repair Technique] first.The shattered syringes were automatically put together, the glass pieces returned to their original positions, and the needles changed from bent to straight.

Next, the cleaning technique falls, and the syringe is cleaned from top to bottom to remove the dirt visible to the naked eye.

Finally, the mage's hand flew out, grabbed the smashed and contaminated syringe, threw it into the sharps box, and waited for the collective to send it to high-temperature disinfection.

The round was done calmly and slowly before Gretel turned to Seymour.With deep eyes, she looked at him quietly and did not speak.

On the contrary, Seymour was a little flustered by him.Take one step back, one step forward, and repeat aloud:

"I don't want to do it anymore!"

"If you don't want to do it, I invite you out." Gretel replied very fluently before others scolded, blocked, and pleaded:

"I didn't ask you to do it. Of course, if you don't want to do it, you can't continue to learn."

Seymour froze.He looked down at his hands, a little reluctantly, and said softly:
"If you don't learn, you don't learn..."

"The spell I taught, until now, has only taught less than one-third of the content." Gretel looked into his eyes quietly:

"So, I hope you don't use this spell after you leave here."

Seymour's face instantly collapsed.Looking to the left, Elder Fahim's face was sinking, and he didn't say a word;
Looking to the right, the two female elves who were blocking Serila before, their faces were embarrassed, they looked at the sky and the earth, but they didn't look at him...

"Can't you use what you have learned..."

He muttered a little, not hoping.Not to mention that he hasn't learned it yet, even if he has learned it, he probably won't be able to plead for mercy——

This spell was invented and taught by Gretel.If Gretel said a word, he would be expelled from the school if he was expelled from the school. If he is not allowed to use it, he will not be allowed to use it.

Gretel looked at him sternly, without saying a word.Seymour lowered his head, walked out of the laboratory with small steps, small steps.

From the beginning to the end, no one in the huge laboratory said a word for him.

Gretel didn't say a word, watched him exit the laboratory, disappeared outside the door, snorted, and continued to preside over the experiment.

The whole afternoon's experiment is over.When Gretel returned to his residence, he saw a white-haired elf leading Seymour, standing outside his residence.

This white-haired elf, Gretel, knew him and was one of the tutors at the Magic Academy, Alamir Silverleaf, a legendary master in the direction of healing.

He was about to salute, when Aramir smiled and nodded at him.Then he gave Seymour a hard slap, directly on the head, so that he bent over:
"Apologize!"

Seymour bowed vigorously.While bending over, he whispered:

"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have thrown the syringe...I shouldn't have disturbed the lab...I shouldn't have shouted that I didn't want to do it..."

Gretel listened expressionlessly, until he couldn't speak any more, Legend of Aramir laughed:
"That...Master Nordmark, Seymour Emmagil is young, energetic, and ignorant. For the sake of his treatment at the front line, see...can you give him a chance?"

"young?"

Gretel looked up.Say young in front of me?Adult elves, elves who can go to the battlefield, must be a hundred years old, right?
Aramir choked.He stammered:
"That...is a child of the Jewel Flower family after all..."

"You want to say 'after all, they are all children of the Jewel Flower family'?" Gretel said softly.Seeing the other party choke again, he smiled instead:
"My mother was sealed and meditated in the tree all year round, and my father couldn't go back because of an accident;
The women of the Gem Flower family, one by one, are all dedicated to appease the ancient tree, and no one came to meet me even when I came back;

Boys from the Gemstone Flower family, are you just ruining my kindness like this? "

Aramir Silverleaf's face also froze.

Seymour was his grandson, and the child he had taught at the School of Magic, and whom he had greatly favored.If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have come to intercede...

"This, this, is indeed Seymour's fault. You see, let him come to your laboratory and apologize to you in public, and besides—"

With a glance, Seymour Emmagil quickly took out a box and put his hands forward.Aramir Silverleaf added aside:

"Here are some natural spell materials, as well as the notes of two original spells I created. This is an apology, and please forgive him for his recklessness."

"You don't need to say anything." Gretel raised a palm with the palm facing outwards, preventing him from speaking:

"I will not include anyone who throws something in my laboratory and claims to quit. Of course, I will not prohibit the spread of this spell on Yongju Island. He can learn from others in the future." -"

"Hey, tomorrow, the old man will bring him to your laboratory and personally bring him to apologize to you, can't he?"

"No." Gretel smiled.Without waiting for Aramir to speak, he continued:
"I know you are a legend, and I respect you very much—very much respect for every legend on Yongmeet Island.

However, even if it is a legend, if you want me to change my mind and make me bow to you, that is impossible. "

In an instant, Alamer's complexion changed from "silver leaf" to silver leaf that had been oxidized for decades.

"What the old man didn't want to say at first - you do the treatment
Research, is it really necessary to torture so many rabbits? "

(End of this chapter)