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

Chapter 16 Health Depends, Life Depends
Gretel was instantly horrified.

He has also seen countless times of medical troubles, ranging from unreasonable quarrels for four hours, to those who carry wreaths and burn paper money in the emergency hall; That, he has only seen the scene where the security has finished cleaning up.

But never once have I felt so close to death.

Blasphemy!Inquisition!The stake!

On the first day of crossing over, I just escaped a crisis, and I am going to be burned to death again?
Gretel was full of cold sweat, and could not wait to escape on the spot.However, looking at the cold tip of the sword in Roman Knight's hand, and looking at Captain Karen's pale face, a burst of anger suddenly rose, making him forget all his fears:
If something happens, come to me!What does it mean to draw a sword at my patient? !

Gretel stood up suddenly.The heart was beating furiously in the chest cavity, and the blood flowed beside the eardrum.Before he spoke, beside him, Priest Donald frowned and shouted:

"Roman! Put away the sword!"

His own priest opened his mouth, and the Roman knight was not good enough to not give face.He snorted coldly and slowly retracted his sword, still looking unrepentant.Opposite Gretel, little pastor John also stood up, leaned forward with his hands on the table, and said indignantly:
"Gret can heal! I swear in the name of the god of war, I saw it with my own eyes today! You say you don't know him, how can you masters in the city know the servants of the god of nature!"

Gretel: "..."

Isn't it, the Church of God of Nature is so poor?

A few more memories came to my mind.

Gretel shuddered, and finally remembered why he felt that the God of Nature had no temple—

Indeed, there is no such shrine in this church as the God of War and the Goddess of Spring. They usually just find a small hill, enclose a circle with stones on the top, and worship the gods inside.If you don't even have a circle of stones, just find an oak tree, and everyone will stand under the oak tree and pray...

The priests of the goddess of the springs wore silk robes and rode in and out in carriages;

The Temple of the God of War is just behind the barracks of the city guard. The high-ranking priests inside are all brightly armored, carrying a shield in one hand and a warhammer in the other, running in the ranks of warriors, looking more like warriors than warriors;
The servants of the god of nature, wearing gray burlap robes, carrying an oak staff with buds in their hands, walked the streets and alleys.From the slum to the ridge, and then from the ridge to the woods.One word, poor.

Even the elders are not much better.Gretel remembered who had gossips with him. When the City Lord's Mansion convened high-level spellcasters to discuss matters, the elders of the Church of the God of Nature wore sackcloth robes, carried an oak staff, and walked on two legs...

No wonder he claimed that his teammates were not surprised at all when they received the divine revelation from the God of Nature, but instead looked a little disappointed.

Whose parents know that their child has entered a new and utterly poor unit, and that there will not be much salary increase after promotion, and will not be disappointed?Just like in the previous life, when my mother knew that he had applied for the emergency department, she was distressed and reluctant to object...

Gretel fell into memory.His heart was sour and soft, until an angry shout woke him up:

"You saw him cast a healing technique, and you also saw the god of nature enlighten him? - You said yes? Are you not afraid of blasphemy?"

Gretel was startled by his roar.The Roman knight was half a head taller than him, with a tough face and short dark brown hair standing up one by one, and his anger was particularly deterrent.Gretel shrank back subconsciously, and before he could refute, Little John on the opposite side stood up:

"Then you said no?!"

The little pastor was right.

Although one is a powerful knight and the other is just a priest apprentice, the knights of the Temple of the Goddess of Spring are not in control of the priest of the God of War.

It is unnecessary to offend people for no reason.When it was time to defend his companions, little John quarreled, and he was righteous:

"Gret has shown so many unheard-of skills, and he can't be sure that this is the inspiration of God? Can you be sure that the great god of nature did not reveal it to him? Or, do you doubt the grace of the god of nature?!"

The high and low snickering sound immediately sounded.

The half-eldest of the farm laughed and laughed, the older farmers turned their faces away and laughed, and Gretel's teammates grinned openly.

It is different from the Temple of the God of War, which has always guarded everyone, and it is also different from the sect of the God of Nature, who often helps each family manage cattle, watch dogs, and teach how to farm.The temple of the Goddess of Spring is filled with a group of "lords in the city". They are so pretentious, but they don't do much. Everyone really doesn't like them.

The Roman Knight's face was gloomy.Even Priest Donald couldn't hang on his face: a knight, a priest and apprentice from another temple, bickering and quarreling with each other was nothing, but the quarrel was so blasphemous that it couldn't be taken lightly.

Priest Donald coughed lowly, stood up calmly, with a noble and elegant manner, and glanced around with a smile.The laughter in the hall slowly quieted down, and Priest Donald turned to Gretel and leaned forward slightly:
"Mr. Nordmark, to be honest, I'm also very interested in your healing skills. It just so happens that your companion is also injured--"

He simply left his seat, dragged Gretel, and walked straight to Captain Karen:
"I believe you must really want to cure him. I don't know, can you cast a healing spell for us to observe?"

"This……"

Gretel hesitated.The little priest opposite called out again:
"He's used it today! - How can it be used so late?"

"It doesn't matter if you can't cast spells tonight." Priest Donald smiled, not at all embarrassed: "It's the same thing if you cast spells tomorrow. When that time comes, you must tell me..."

The two were vaguely bickering.Gretel turned a deaf ear, his eyes were blank, and he thought hard:

Healing... Healing...

How did I let it out?

By the way, I was thinking, if possible, I hope Uncle Karen's injury heals sooner...

No movement.

Think again.

Still nothing.

Gretel adjusted his breathing and concentrated.Recall the relationship between the original owner and Uncle Karen, fully mobilize the feelings, and then recite word by word in my heart:
"If possible, I hope that Uncle Karen's injury will be better soon."

Still nothing... This kind of metaphysics, I really am not good at T_T
Gretel deeply reflected on himself and decided to return to rationality.Don't worry, he said to himself, let's analyze, how many prerequisites may release therapy have?

Goal, method, motivation?

One, goals, strong desires.This is probably satisfied, but it is not released, indicating that it is a necessary condition, but not a sufficient condition;
Second, the method, to understand the spell model.When he released the healing technique for the first time, there was no spell model in his mind, so this is probably not a necessary condition, at least within the scope of the lowest-level healing technique, not a necessary condition...?
Three, power.If the power source of a car is gasoline, and the power source of magic is magic, then the power source of magic... is probably faith?
What is my belief?
"The Almighty God of Nature..."

Finished praying silently.There was no movement.

The god of nature really ignored me.God's revelation or something, I really blew it up myself.

"The medical god Apollo, Asclepius, and the gods of heaven and earth are witnesses, I solemnly swear..."

There was no movement.

In the dimly lit hall, only the torches on the wall were crackling and blazing, as if mocking.

Gretel's forehead was slightly sweaty.Why is there no movement, why can't the healing technique be released, is it really like those Westerners say, Chinese people have no faith...

impossible!
Chinese people have faith!I - have faith!

calm down!

Think again!
What the hell is my faith!
Is it the motherland?The motherland is already far away in a different time and space, and can never go back, and can no longer be the driving force for his struggle;

Is it Marxism-Leninism?At that time, he did not join the party, and his beliefs were not so pure;
Is it ancestors, is it history?Gretel doesn't think that ancestors and history are the driving force for him to keep going...

So, what is it?
If I had faith, if I really had faith—

Then, it should be to cure the sick and save the life!

Take back one life after another, treat one patient after another;
One by one day shift, one night shift, often exhausted, when I heard the sound of the 120 ambulance, I rushed up again refreshed;
Occasionally heals, always helps, always comforts…

That is all the love and sincerity that have been gathered since stepping into the door of medicine, seven years of undergraduate and master studies, and more than ten years of clinical work!

Unconsciously, Gretel raised his right fist and put it to his ear.Looking straight ahead, it was as if there was a bright red flag. In the void in front of him, it fluttered fiercely:
"Health is linked to life..."

The familiar vows rolled across the tongue word by word.Every syllable is heavy, as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Clean, abundant white light fell silently.

At that moment, Gretel burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)