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

Chapter 391 Little Gretel, how did you get your elf?
Washing the lungs of a dwarf prince is a political and diplomatic event.Gretel didn't want to make his own claims at all, and immediately submitted the matter to a meeting of the great mages of the trade group to discuss it.

"So... how sure are you?"

"This... People are different from individuals. Even if there is only a 1% chance of failure, it will be [-]% if it falls on a certain person..."

"You don't have a single word!"

Archmage Serrano was depressed.Gretel bowed his head in silence.He also wanted to say that if he did it himself, he was more than 70% sure; with a senior priest watching, he should be more than 85% sure...

However, when the words reached his mouth, he still made a detour and went back to the old road of his previous life.The special template for preoperative explanations is stable and watertight, and details the risks of surgery and postoperative complications in detail, and absolutely does not give any clear results.

All kinds of habits go deep into the bone marrow.

Moreover, there is no CT, no preoperative blood test, no series of rescue equipment and rescue drugs, and the ventilator is all hand-cranked...

Security down 10%, down 10%, down another 10%…

Gretel refused to say, and Archmage Serrano couldn't force him, including throwing [Charm Human] to induce him.He thought for a moment, and began to ask in detail one by one:
"If you don't receive treatment, how likely is it that the prince will lose the battle?"

"Does the candidate of the Black Rock tribe believe in the Lord of Radiance?"

"What percentage of their tribe has been infiltrated?"

For the first question, Gretel could provide some peripheral information, but he couldn't answer the latter two.At best, it can only provide a little surrounding information:
"Cerilla said that everyone in the king selection team has a smell that she hates—"

"Oh~~~"

Coughing up and down in the conference room, the magicians were smiling and their eyes were flying wildly.Even Archmage Serrano stopped discussing the topic, and leaned forward enthusiastically, propping his elbows on the table:
"Little Gretel, you're quite capable! After going out for a while, I kidnapped an elf back! Tell me, how did you know each other? How old is she? How far has she developed?"

"This—" Gretel hesitated, and everyone in the conference room couldn't wait to urge:
"Say, talk! Tell me!"

"Talk so we can help you out!"

"Little Gretel, have you ever courted a lady before? No? You need our experience if you haven't! Elves are very rare, and it's rare to know one. You must grasp it!"

Big news!

Great news!
Someone actually hooked up with the elves!Since the elves traveled across the ocean thousands of years ago and disappeared on the other side of the emerald sea, for so many years, the probability of elves appearing on the mainland is as rare as once every 200 years!
Of course, there will also be elves who hide their names and change their appearance and come to walk on the mainland, but if they are not seen through, who knows?
If you can catch up, you can’t catch up—in fact, the marriage of magicians has always been a big problem. As far as the magicians in this conference room are headed by Archmage Serrano, at least half of them are old bachelors. It may not be of much use—but it is lively, so you must watch it!
Everyone's eyes were bright, and they kept urging.Gretel couldn't stop him, so he could only dip in the tea in the cup and start writing on the table.Master Harry sat beside him, looking up:
"Oh, what can't be said, and I still have to write on the table-uh-"

He froze for a moment.In the conference room, the laughter and voices of the magicians, as if a [Rapid Freeze] had been thrown, instantly returned to zero.

On the long table, a line of characters was written in a correct manner, and the water was still wet.

silver dragon.

"Uh……"

"Uh……"

Coughing sounded one after another.If the elf girl can still be the object of ridicule, then the silver dragon—just kidding, the silver dragon, even if it is a young silver dragon, changing back to its original form and coming in, it is enough for everyone in this conference room to drink a pot!

Moreover, there are dragons in the north of the Heimen Peninsula. Although it is said that there are still seven or eight hundred kilometers, for the dragons, it is just a matter of flying for a day.In other words, even if you can really beat her, it's useless, there is someone behind her, no, there is a dragon backing her...

What, you said that you can talk about it behind your back, so you won't offend the dragon?If you think too much, why do dragons reason with humans?

"Hey, let's continue discussing the treatment..."

Everyone, you talk to me, and continue to collect information.Gretel also provided several key pieces of information. For example, on the way down the mountain, the King Selection team encountered six other teams one after another:

Some—such as those from the Heiyan tribe—we met on the way, and it is estimated that we will return in four or five days, and there is still time to repair; , he lost the qualification to take the shot in the final battle.

However, apart from Prince Rothergar's team, the only ones who built full-body armor and weapons were the Black Rock tribe, who were able to catch up with the progress of mining with the help of the diggers.

"If there is no accident, the final decisive battle will be between Prince Rothergar and Kai..." Archmage Serrano wrapped his beard around his fingertips, entangled and let go, entangled After a while, the order was finally issued:
"Harry, ask the dwarves you know, how many people in the Black Rock tribe believe in the Lord of Radiance."

"I try my best."

"Simmond, go and see how Prince Rothergar is doing. Besides washing the lungs, is there any other safer way?"

"Okay, I'll go right after the meeting."

"Gretel...um..."

The eyes of the entire meeting room were focused.Archmage Serrano struggled for a moment:
"You just said that Miss Cerilla once mentioned that everyone in the king selection team has a smell that she hates?"

"Yes. Based on the scene at the time, as well as the cause and effect, I guess, what she said is the taste of believing in the Lord of Radiance."

"That's easy." Archmage Serrano frowned:
"Accompany her, find a dwarf to lead the way, and quietly go around the place where the Black Rock tribe lives. Take a look and see how many people have the smell she hates—"

Although there was suspicion of using the silver dragon girl as a drug detection dog for this plan, Gretel couldn't think of a better one for a while.He bit the bullet and flicked people out, followed his words, and got a shocking result:

"I don't want to go shopping here anymore!" Cerilla wrinkled her nose and dragged him out:

"Half the people have a nasty smell! If you don't leave, I'm going to tear them down! I'm really tearing down the house!"

"Okay, okay, let's go right away." Gretel promised, "What do you want to see?"

"I want to watch you water the rabbit!"

"..." Miss, hold back your Long Wei, I'm afraid you'll scare the rabbit to death before I finish pouring...

Although I don't know what is the standard that triggers her disgust, for example, it is enough to be a shallow believer, or must be a devout believer, and I don't know whether the glorious Holy See has brought all the believers here, but, as far as the current sampling ratio is concerned, it has been decided It cannot be ignored.After Archmage Serrano compiled all the news, he made a decision directly:

"Do it! Gretel, do it freely, and the council will support you! Even if you fail, no one will trouble you!"

With sincerity and motivation on the one hand, the operation soon entered the preparation stage.Gretel, with his hands behind his back, turned around Prince Rothergar, turning around:

"By the way, what level of fighter are you?"

"Level eight." Rotherga smiled honestly. "I've been stuck for more than ten years, and I haven't been able to advance to level nine. It's a pity..."

Gretel silently glanced at Bernard.Look, he is at level eight, but you are only at level seven—it's been more than two years, when will you be able to advance?
Bernard scratched his head: "Boss, I feel like I'm going too..."

Talking about it.Gretel shrugged: The eighth-level fighter, the [Endless Ink Pen] in his hand is not enough, the magic aura can't illuminate the condition of the lungs at all. It’s okay if you can’t do CT, and you don’t even take a chest plain film, so you can’t be operated on!
"Well... Do you have any equipment above level 13 that you can borrow? No matter what type it is, as long as the level is high enough! Use it to take photos during surgery!"

"This……"

Prince Rothergar was in a dilemma. For the equipment above level 13, the Dwarf Kingdom said that there were not many, or that there were not many, and there were still a few pieces-but none of them were under his control.

Some are artifacts in the treasury, and some are in the hands of master craftsmen. Although he is the king's son, he has no privileges and cannot use it as he wants.Borrow it now, the king election is imminent, and we should try our best to keep it fair——

"How much? Level 13?" Cerilla poked her head:

"As long as level 13 is enough, right? Then you take a picture! Take it with confidence!"

She flicked her hair casually.On the forehead, a drop-shaped silver-blue gemstone shines brightly, making the eyes sparkle.Gretel tentatively released a [Detect Magic], screamed immediately, and covered his eyes:

So bright!

So bright!

too bright!
Unprepared, he put a flash bomb on his face!Do you have sunglasses or something to cover it up? Hey——

Retinal cell damage, retinal hemorrhage, macular degeneration, retinal detachment…

A series of eye diseases flew through my mind.Help, something is wrong in this place, there is no other way of healing except healing!
It took Gretel a moment to calm down.The bright light seen in the meditation field of vision does not depend on the retina, and of course, this bright light does not irritate the eyes.And, girl, you are really a local tyrant, what level is your magic weapon!

Gretel completed the preoperative examination under the brilliance of the local tyrant.It was not easy, mainly because Cerilla leaned on the side and kept asking questions:
"what is this?"

"rib cage."

"what about this?"

"spine."

"Why is this moving?"

"Because it's the heart."

"Why is this speckled?"

"Congratulations on seeing the shadow of his lungs... This is where the lung disease is. We wash the lungs and treat it..."

Prince Rothergar froze on the spot, trembling.

"Can you hurry up... I don't panic when I see other people washing their lungs, but I really panic when I hear you pointing at me!"

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