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

Chapter 349 Can the sequelae of madness be saved?

Gretel was startled.

If he hadn't been the deputy director of the emergency department in his previous life, he had actually seen a lot of scenes, which might have turned into a jump in the physical sense.Even so, he reflexively takes a half-step backwards and almost bumps into Bernard:

Why should I go out shopping?
Why should I come to see this house? ?

Why did I hang up [Language Proficiency] for myself for the convenience of shopping? ? ?

If I don't have [Language Proficiency], I can at least pretend to be a tourist, even if I don't understand the language...

No, now is not the time to regret!What level of priest is this old man of the Lord of Radiance?Can I beat him?Will he kill me? !

Gretel retreated warily, watching the opponent while retreating.In the evening in Ania City, the temperature was estimated to be only seven or eight degrees above zero. Gretel himself was wrapped in a thick woolen coat with his collar turned up high.The old man was wearing a white linen robe, through the silky, unhemmed hem, even his bare ankle could be seen.

Oh, no bare feet, but those hemp shoes with the toes exposed were not much better than bare feet.

Just such a suit of clothes, without flinching in the cold wind, is a proper aura of a big boss.Of course, the specific level...

grade...

I'm sorry, but the old man in front of me doesn't have any rank marks on him.The only accessory worn was a wooden holy emblem, smooth and oily, with a thick layer of paste.

"I'm not a believer in the Lord of Radiance." He took a deep breath and stepped back slowly.The old man smiled nonchalantly, and the wrinkles on his ruddy face loosened one by one:

"It doesn't matter. The Lord of Radiance will not reject anyone, just like the sun in the sky, it will shine on everyone equally, and will not take back His light just because he is a heretic. Stranger, I have been in this city for ten years , Most of the people I see on a daily basis are heretics and unbelievers, but I have never harmed them because of this."

He smiled kindly and spoke softly.Gretel was a little relaxed. Thinking of the identity of the other party, he shook his head firmly:

"Thank you for your kindness, but—"

"Grandpa Martin! Grandpa Martin!"

Suddenly a dirty little guy came in behind Gretel.After brushing past Gretel, he went straight to the old man, grabbed his sleeve, and immediately left a black handprint on the white robe:

"My father is dying! Go and see!"

"Sorry, stranger, I'm sorry." The old pastor Martin nodded to Gretel, and hurried away with the child.Gretel hesitated for a moment, and quietly followed far behind, turning around and walking towards the alley in the back street.

After walking half a street, I saw a bright light shining in the distance, as if a flare had exploded overhead.Gretel walked in the direction, and soon, he bumped into a wall of people——

At that scale, it was probably standing side by side with dozens of Bernards in a row.

Gretel stopped knowingly.No attempt was made to squeeze in, nor to tiptoe to see.He looked at the broad backs of the group of barbarians from five or six steps away, then stood still and listened attentively:

Someone in the circle is singing.

If Grete heard correctly, that old, mellow voice was the pastor Martin who had talked with him before.

I don't know the condition of the patient at the moment, but the old pastor's chanting voice was powerful and his swords were on the verge of breaking out. He sang a hymn for comfort and healing into a battle song.

This... If it is in the emergency room, the translation of this tone is probably:

"Adrenaline!"

"Dopamine!"

"Nitroglycerin!"

"Furapure!"

"Stimulate the blood! Hurry up and stimulate the blood! Run!"

Gretel was more and more reluctant to leave.The hymn in the circle resounds and resounds, the light comes on and goes off, goes off and comes on again.Finally, the old priest let out a long breath, full of exhaustion:
"I have already done my best……"

"But my father/brother/leader/old Horik is not well yet!" a group of voices yelled in disarray.In the middle of the crowd, a deep and powerful voice was extremely anxious:
"Master Martin, I beg you to think of a way again! The leader became mad because of us. He tried his best to kill the seal so that we can come back safely... Now that he is like this, we can't explain it to his family! "

"I have tried my best to heal his injuries and soothe his soul." The old pastor's exhausted voice came through the crowd:

"However, choosing madness is to hand over the soul to the devil in exchange for strength. The realm of the soul belongs to the Lord alone. Whether he can recover, we can only expect the mercy of our Lord."

"May the Lord of Radiance bless him."

"May the Lord of Radiance bless..."

Dozens of savages murmured.The appearance of not knowing what to say is exactly the same as that of the Tuchao people in the previous life who kowtowed to the Buddha statue when they went with the group, or put red and incense on the statue of the Virgin.While chanting, the crowd began to disperse, and Gretel took the opportunity to sneak in to see:

Lying on the ground was a big man, tall and burly, at least half a head taller than Bernard, bound tightly by three metal chains.He himself was unconscious, with angry eyes and a dull expression.There are residual bloodstains on the chest and limbs. It is obvious that he has gone through a fierce battle and his physical injuries have just been healed.

Just went berserk... What is madness?How to cure it?
Gretel was completely clueless.On his left, Bernard knelt down together to watch:
"It's [Pacer] Horick! Before I set off on the boat from here, he even bought me a drink... Boss, can you save him?"

I don't even know what madness is, how to cure it?
Gretel stared.However, at this moment, the big man trembled all over, opened his big mouth, and a sour spring spewed out.Gretel leaned back, narrowly passing the spray, but sat down on the ground.

Bernard quickly reached out to help him.Gretel pushed his hand away:
"Leave me alone! Go help him! Turn his head on the side! Don't choke on the vomit!"

While talking, he changed his posture, put his hands on the ground, and rushed towards the big man.The movements were awkward, almost rolling and crawling, but Gretel himself didn't realize it at all:
hell!Jet vomiting!How high is the intracranial pressure!
He threw himself in front of the big man, observed carefully, and hurriedly asked a series of questions:
"Have a headache? Nausea? Can you move your hands? Where are your legs? Can you hear me? Follow my fingers with your eyes?"

The patient was unresponsive.On the other hand, someone nearby answered in a hurry:

"Headache! It will definitely be a headache when the berserk is over!"

"Often disgusting..."

"Uh, if the berserk can be recovered, it's usually fine, but sometimes you can't lift your hands and feet..."

"Ah! He's starting to twitch!"

Gretel stroked his forehead.He still doesn't understand what the madness is, but this series of symptoms sounds like a cerebral hemorrhage...

"Stranger, my methods have been exhausted, can you help him?"

　There are a lot of white spots on my Ji Yulu, crying...

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