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

Chapter 22 Don't listen to the doctor, suffer later

Chapter 22 Don't listen to the doctor, suffer later
The sneaking movements of the temple guards froze immediately.

The Necromancer's bone staff slammed on the ground and knocked hard.Whistling, dozens of white bone pillars rose from the ground in the hall.

The fallen temple warriors, Priest Donald, Roman knights, and several warriors from Great Squad were surrounded by five or six different fences, facing each other from a distance.

Gretel's eyelids twitched.Long-awaited, meeting for the first time - is this the cage of bones?
He took a closer look.Those bones were eerie and pale, each one more than one meter long, some even more than 1.5 meters long.Gretel's interest disappeared immediately: it's not a human bone, it's worthless.What is the specific type? He is neither a forensic doctor nor a paleontologist...

If you have the time to do this research, you might as well ask your team for mercy and let the Necromancer let them go first.

"Uh……"

Gretel tried to speak.The Necromancer has already interrupted: "Don't worry, don't kill them. I just don't want them to smash everywhere, and I will release them immediately tomorrow morning."

Said, waved his hand, faced the hall, and muttered.In the sound of the mysterious incantation, Gretel seemed to see traces of black gas gathering inward. After a while, the gargoyle that had been chopped into pieces returned to its original shape and got up to start patrolling.

This... there are gargoyles, everyone should squat in the fence to be safe... and sleep under the bed also has the advantage of sleeping under, the wind can't blow, the rain can't hit, the ground is spacious...

Considering that the group of people had just smashed the hall, Gretel couldn't say anything about the necromancer's disposal.Looking at each other with his teammates, Little Pastor John and Brother Raymond are quietly shaking their hands at him, signaling him not to speak.

Gretel was relieved, and followed the Necromancer two steps forward, and suddenly saw Priest Donald jumping on the fence and shouting:
"Wait! Treat him first!—let me treat him first! Or he's going to die! Please!"

More than ten steps away, Knight Roman was lying in another cage of bones, unconscious and silent.Beside them, the two warriors who were locked together slapped and shook, with no effect at all, and only caused the knight to bleed a lot.

Gretel was silent.To be honest, seeing the Roman Knights end up like this, he was still a little happy.As for treating knights...

Uh, in the collision just now, there should be no brain hemorrhage or massive visceral hemorrhage, and he will die immediately?

The Necromancer turned his head and glanced at him.Seeing that Gretel said nothing, and did not mean to plead, he turned his face:
"no!"

The priest shrank.The necromancer didn't have much hatred for him. Seeing his pitiful appearance, he paused and thought about it:
"Have you brought a healing potion?"

"Bring it!"

Priest Donald nodded his head like garlic.He took out three bottles of healing potions, stretched his arms, and handed them out through the fence.The golden skeleton stepped forward to take the medicine bottle, and the necromancer looked at the skeleton's hand, pointed to one of the bottles, and said:

"Give it to him."

The black cat jumped lightly, picked up the potion, and sent it to the cage where the Roman knight was.

Surprised and happy, the two warriors grabbed the potion and poured it into the Roman Knight.The healing potion that Lord Priest is wearing is not comparable to Little John's primary healing potion. As soon as the potion enters his throat, the knight's breathing becomes heavier.He moaned twice and opened his eyes.

"My lord! Your lord, you are awake!"

The two soldiers rejoiced.The Roman Knight opened his eyes and saw the healing potion in front of him at a glance. He couldn't help being overjoyed, grabbed it and poured it on his wrist.

"do not!"

Gretel blurted out.The Roman knight shook his hand, almost dropped the bottle, and glared at him:

"What are you doing!"

Gretel shrank reflexively at the yelling.

He didn't really want to care about the Roman Knights, but he had been wandering in the sky before, and was alarmed by the voice of the city guards, so he shouted out without thinking.After shouting, he also faced the other party's angry eyes, and took it on:

"You can't treat this wound like this... It's not enough to treat the outside, you have to connect the inside first..."

"Who listened to your nonsense!"

The Roman Knight snorted coldly, turned the bottle over, and carefully dropped the healing potion on it.As soon as the pale golden potion fell, the wound on the wrist healed immediately, and the skin was smooth and clean, exactly the same as before the injury.

Only the right thumb is slightly bent, and the shape is not very natural.

Gretel sighed and turned away.

The Necromancer watched their interaction with interest, smiled, and followed leisurely with the golden skull.The stone gate slammed shut behind them, the Necromancer snapped his fingers, the lights turned on, and smiled at Gretel:
"How? - Do you want me to kill him for you?"

"This one……"

Gretel was taken aback.This proposal is not without temptation. Gretel knew who was the trick to recruit the city guards before, and the gargoyle did not fly over his head for no reason.But when it comes to killing that guy...

"……Do it?"

"Really not?"

The Necromancer raised his eyebrows.He had brown hair and blue eyes, and was as thin as a hemp. His raised eyebrows affected the muscles on his face, and it was no different from a Specter crawling out.That's not all, the black cat in his white boots jumped lightly, jumped on the shoulders of the golden skull, and interjected:
"That guy doesn't have any good intentions for you. - When I rushed over, he used you as a meat shield!"

Gretel: "...Cats, cats can talk!!!"

Although this is a magical world, skeletons can walk and pick up their heads, but black cats can talk!
Gretel couldn't help but backed up again and again until his back became cold and stuck to the stone door.To be honest, he was a little afraid of cats in his previous life. There were five or six stray cats in the hospital, and the little nurses often fed them. Grete never touched them in his previous life.When I ran here, I met a black cat that was full of fighting power, and could talk!

Gretel supported the stone face with his backhand.The black cat jumped down again and landed directly in front of him.The cat's tail slapped the ground, took a step forward, raised its head high, and bared its teeth.

The cat's whiskers are translucent.It seems that because of Gretel's name, he is not in a good mood:

"That's rude! It's the great Mr. Troka! Don't call me black cat! Black cat!"

Well, it's a talking--no, intelligent, communicative creature...

The adrenaline in Gretel's body surged for a while and gradually calmed down.I am not afraid that cats can speak, but I am afraid that they have no wisdom and strong fighting power.If you don't say anything, you just have a paw when you come up, your body is still big and your speed is fast, then you have a headache...

Forget it, this is a world with magic and magic.Skeletons can pick up their heads, cats can talk, what's so strange?

Thanks to the countless animations he had watched and the various games he had played in his previous life, Gretel quickly accepted the setting of "cats can talk".He took a step forward and nodded to the black cat gently:

"Hello, great Mr. Troka. I'm sorry just now, I'm sorry—"

"Hey it's alright!"

The black cat waved its paws generously.When the claws were raised, the pink pads purred, making Grete's fingers twitching and wanting to pinch.The black cat seems to be very sensitive to this kind of malicious intentions, jumping away quickly, raising his head, and the corners of his mouth are wide open:

"Seriously, do you really want me to kill him for you?"

"Need not."

Gretel gradually calmed down.He looked down at the black cat's golden eyes, exhaled slowly, and evoked a confident smile:

"That guy is dead. If the tendon is not pulled out and sutured, the wound will heal. I reminded him, who doesn't want to blame?"

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