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

Chapter 439 If you eat too much, you will die! (Riding the tiger and pig master plus more 2)

The treatment of spellcasters is obviously higher than that of ordinary barbarians.

The host tribe specially set up a big house for them, right in the center of Akula, in the center of the host village.The exterior walls of the house are painted in striking white, and there is a hall in the middle with dozens of desks scattered around.

There are several small rooms lined up on all sides of the hall, and there are aisles leading to the rear.Gretel glanced at it and made up his mind:
Outpatient hall, 1 consultation room, 2 consultation room, 3 consultation room...

The hall was filled with smoke.The table case is full of all kinds of food and drink. Behind the table case, the fur on the couch is thick and soft, so that people don't want to get up when they lie on it.The casters, or in other words, the elders and wise men of various villages, ate, drank and talked loudly in front of their respective desks and couches.

Oh yes, they still smoke.

Not necessarily all tobacco leaves.In fact, Gretel smelled very little nicotine in the room full of smoke—probably poor.

God knows what they were burning.In short, human beings have been refurbishing in terms of smoking materials since ancient times:

What sesame leaves, papaya leaves, lotus leaves, wild rice leaves.Also, corn cobs and stuff...

But no matter what, pm2.5, oh no, pm10, the index is very high!
Gretel quickly swiped a bubble technique for himself.He entered calmly against the bubbles, and immediately, all eyes from all directions focused on:
who is this?

Don't know it, haven't seen it, it's not from our tribe—not from any tribe!

Young, still a human, with a young and beautiful elf by his side?

Doubtful eyes fell on Gretel, followed his arm, and landed on the tip of the oak stick in his hand.One, two, three, four, five, five green leaves?
Most of the spellcasters turned their eyes away, and nodded to Gretel, expressing their kindness in varying degrees.In the middle of the hall, an old man wearing a feather crown and a snow-white feather cloak stood up with a smile and opened his arms:

"Young spellcasters, young elves, you are welcome! No matter where you are from, Akula welcomes any friends with good intentions! Please enjoy everything here, treat this place as your own home, and let guests feel Restraint means the master loses his honor!"

Uh... there is no need to talk about honor being so serious.Gretel leaned on an oak stick and bowed slightly in return:

"I am a traveler from afar. I heard that there are many brilliant healers here, so I came here to travel and increase my knowledge. Please also give me a seat so that I can listen to the experiences of the elders."

"Haha, it's easy to talk about." As soon as the old man with the feather crown raised his hand, someone immediately added a table and a couch to his right, and arranged for Gretel and the others to take their seats.Immediately, envious eyes flew over from all around. It was obvious that this arrangement was completely treated as a distinguished guest.

Then, barbecue, stew, bread, and wine were put on the table one after another, showing a warm hospitality.Even a pile of rare fruits on the Great Wasteland was put on the table specially in front of Cerilla, apparently to entertain Miss Elf.

Gretel smiled and nodded to the old man in thanks, then pricked up his ears to listen to their chat.As a tribal elder, he knows some healing techniques more or less, but his way of thinking is different from that of priests and medical magicians, which is quite strange.Gretel was listening, it was really an eye-opener:

"If a lump slides under the finger, it's a sarcoid and it can be treated with fire."

"If the tumor is hard as a rock, obviously you're going to have to use a knife to heal it."

"If soldiers are bitten in the wild and cannot return for a while, I tell them that you can make a mixture of oil, honey and roasted wheat flour, apply it to the wound, and then cover it with fresh meat. Wait until the meat If it's not fresh, you have to change it..."

Hearing all kinds of whimsical ideas, Grete was terrified.He tried his best to keep a low profile, not to argue with these healers, and looked around while listening:
In other words, how high are these people's spellcasting levels?
It's not like priests wear rank marks, and it's not like magicians wear badges.The casters of the barbarians are dressed in different clothes, and it is impossible to distinguish the level at a glance.From their attire, we can only roughly understand the spells they are good at, or borrow the source of natural power:
Some wear feather cloaks, some wear antlers on their heads, some have fangs or claws of raptors hanging under their necks, and some wear a bronze mirror on their chests and a string of bells on their skirts.Bear skins, wolf skins, leopard skins, deerskins, feathers, all kinds, enough to open a herbarium.

"...Heh, young healer, what type of healing technique are you good at?"

Suddenly, the voice of the old man with the feather crown interrupted Gretel's thoughts.Gretel came back to his senses, bowed his head respectfully, and replied softly:
"I have some kind of special method that can roughly see the situation inside the human body, and treat based on the observation results."

Although I don't know how high the level of this old man is, the feather crown on his head seems to come from the feathers of the 15th-level magical creature, the Lightning Eagle.For this alone, he deserves to be cautious and respectful enough.

Besides, it was recorded in the council that among the barbarians, there are also strongmen above level 15, and even legendary level.Otherwise, even in such a bitterly cold place, they would not even think about occupying it peacefully. The slave merchants would have already come to the door.

"Oh?"

"Really?"

"Tsk tsk..."

There was a moderate commotion in the hall.Observing the inside of the human body is the dream ability of every healer!
Although there are many spellcasters in the hall who can call on the power of nature and heal injuries, they still hope to find a way to understand the internal situation of the human body.

After all, in many cases, they can only rely on guesswork...

The old man with the feather crown coughed hard.The hall was suddenly silent, only Gretel, under the sign of the old man, continued to state with a smile:

"Of course, this kind of observation is quite rough and has a lot of restrictions. So I came here this time to find some ways to enhance the ability of detection."

"for example?"

"For example, contract a totem spirit, let him become my eyes, and enter the human body to investigate."

There was another whisper in the hall.This time, the old man with the feather crown did not stop him.He pondered for a moment, then raised his hand to Gretel:

"The spirit of the totem is not our subordinate or property, but our comrade-in-arms and partner who have been fighting side by side for many years. Young spellcaster, if you want to take away a spirit of totem, you must prove your goodwill and value—— "

I didn't intend to ask for it empty-handed.Gretel nodded as a matter of course:

"No problem. So what do I need to do?"

"The people of Heimen Great God welcome all friends. Before you came, both Gushan and Whitefin recommended you, saying that you have helped many of our people and have good intentions for us." The old man looked majestic, and his voice was calm:

"Young healer, first of all, we hope to see if your healing ability is worthy of our partners."

Well, a very reasonable request.But Gretel looked left and right, what about the patient?What about the wounded?
Not necessarily, in order to test my healing ability, why don't you discount a leg and let me cure it?
As he looked around, his thoughts were almost written on his face.The old man with the feather crown couldn't help laughing, and smiled:
"You don't need to look for it, the children will always have something to do in such a meeting. You just need to sit here, and after a while, there will definitely be wounded people coming over—well, let me introduce myself in this spare time , I'm Brock from the Eagle Department, what's your name, and where do you come from?"

"Grete Nordmark, from Nevis." Grete answered honestly.Before we could say a few more pleasantries, a soldier rushed in from outside the hall and shouted from a distance:
"Great Elder, help! - Bunker is fed up again!"

"Stuffed? Let him vomit himself!" Elder Brock said angrily.Gretel noticed that he stole a glance at himself, very subtle.Maybe, because he felt that it was too embarrassing for him to treat a guy who was full?

"No! He can't spit it out!" The soldier replied anxiously.He tiptoed up and down, down and up again, obviously restraining himself, not to rush up and drag the elder away:
"He has a stomach ache and is sweating all the time! I've never seen his face so pale! Elder, Bunker is really in trouble this time, please help him!"

"...I'll go and see him." Gretel sighed and stood up.Even if you are full, you can't take it lightly. Overeating will really kill you!
Or, cause acute gastric dilatation, leading to severe dehydration, decreased effective blood volume, and death from peripheral circulatory failure;
Or, burst the stomach, causing septic shock and death;
Or, eating a large amount of food at one time may also lead to acute pancreatitis, and I will show you the pain...

In his previous life, he treated a patient who was a big eater.When it was delivered, it was said that they had just eaten 20 burgers in one go...

Anyway, after that operation, the doctors, nurses, and anesthetist in the operating room didn't order hamburgers for a month.

"Then bring him here." Elder Brock sighed.Soon, a tall, strong, long-armed and long-legged warrior was carried in with a whole bear skin:

He was naked from the upper body, with his face up to the sky, and his mouth and chest were oily.Her belly was swollen high, like a pregnant woman who was ten months pregnant.Elder Brock only glanced at him, then turned his head with a black face:
"His Excellency Nordmark—"

Gretel crouched without him opening his mouth.Look at the complexion first, pale, with cold sweat, slightly whitish lips, no cyanosis.Looking at the eyes again, the eyes are flexible and can turn with people, um, the mind also seems to be awake.

To be on the safe side, he threw a [Language Proficiency] over to the other party.Touching his forehead, stretched out his hand to press his pulse, and asked in a low voice:
"What's your name?"

"Bunker..."

The warriors on the ground answered with difficulty.At the same time, Elder Brock rushed to answer:
"His name is Bunker!"

Didn't I just say that?Is this young healer distracted or something?
"Hush!" Gretel stopped him in a low voice.Don't interfere with the physical examination!Well, the patient can answer the call and answer his own name...Grete silently wrote down in the small notebook in his heart:
Sober and mentally sound.The abdomen is obviously distended, and the body temperature and heartbeat are still normal...

"So how much did you eat?"

"It's only half a deer..."

Gretel's eyes darkened.

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