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

Chapter 606 The sharp knife inserted into the eye socket
In the room, the whole family turned their eyes to Gretel.

The child's mother huddled in a corner.The face that looked thin and sad during the day, but still clean, was now patched here and there under the extremely dim light, full of shadows.

The child's father crouched on the other side, what barely looked like a bed, his eyes gleaming in the darkness.The body leaned forward, with both arms on the ground, like a beast that could be thrown at any time.

As for the children, a few young children buried their heads in the edge of their mother's apron, revealing at most half of their small faces.Occasionally, he let out a half sob, and then swallowed it immediately, as if there was some great terror in the room.

Gretel "..."

He rubbed a lighting technique casually.The cramped, smelly room suddenly brightened up, and he wished so much, but he still couldn't see anything.

On the woman's face, the places that looked like shadows before were all bruised and swollen.There were two rows of dried blood scabs hanging under the nostrils, and a big piece was broken on the side of the cheekbone. It looked like he had been severely beaten.

There were also several scratch marks on the man's face and chest.Long, with a little blood on the end, sinking under the chest hair.However, compared to the woman's injury, it is almost negligible.

He lowered his head slightly, his muscles tensed.His face froze at the intersection of fear and ferocity, his eyes shot from under the messy hair, and he turned away immediately when he touched Gretel, and then stared at the child on the ground:
That child, the child that Gretel had just cured the day before, that three or four-year-old girl, was sleeping on the ground at the moment, her whole body was wet, her face was flushed, and her breathing was weak.

"What are you doing?" Gretel's voice became louder unconsciously:

"What are you doing?!"

He knelt down to examine the child.The mother made a rattling sound in her throat, and wanted to speak, but in the end she just hugged the young son in her arms tighter; while the father of the child gasped for a few breaths, and suddenly roared:

"You put her to death! You put my Jenny to death! She came back sick! That's it!"

The roar echoed in the small room less than 10 square meters.Creaking, creaking, the doors of the surrounding rooms were opened, and there seemed to be countless people snooping on the door.Gretel said nothing, and put his hand on the child's forehead:
piping hot.

Coupled with the child's rapid breathing and heartbeat, from top to bottom, wet clothes that have not been changed, and considering the reaction of the child's parents...

Gretel's face slowly sank:
"You made her sick, right? You want her to die of illness, and then take the money?!"

He shot a white light from his fingertips, and wiped it all over the little girl's body from head to toe. [Remove disease], a third-level magic spell, the effect is immediate.The girl moaned a few times, the blush on her face faded, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Gretel had never been so grateful for magic.With a slight swipe of his finger, a faint brilliance flew out:

Darkness, Animating Rope, Sound Cancellation.As soon as the three-piece suit fell, silent darkness immediately enveloped half of the room, firmly controlling the husband and wife.Then, Gretel knelt on the ground and asked softly:

"Little Jenny? Do you know me?"

"...I know. You are the pastor." The little girl blinked her eyes and replied timidly.Gretel smiled at her and continued to ask:

"What's the matter with you? Why did you suddenly have a fever?"

The little girl flinched reflexively, looking around.After a while, she didn't see anything that frightened her, so she answered in a low voice:

"Father asked me to soak in cold water...with my clothes on, don't take off."

"Where's your mom?"

"Daddy beat mommy."

Gretel clenched his fist tightly, his fingers rattled, and his knuckles turned white bit by bit.For money, for money, you can let your own child die...

He clenched his fist, let it go, clenched it again, and let it go again.It wasn't until he could control himself not to shake his fist that he stood up holding the little girl and waved away:

"... What else do you have to say?!"

The child's mother lay limp on the ground, crying non-stop.The man was bound by the activated rope, fell to the ground and struggled continuously, then suddenly raised his head and roared loudly:

"What do you know!... What do you know! That's ten gold coins! Ten gold coins! You know what ten gold coins can do! Let our whole family eat meat, let us move out of this damn place, let my son go to school!!!"

The veins on his neck were bulging, and his face was flushed:

"...You high-ranking gentlemen, you can eat and drink when you want, search the poor people in the whole city if you want to practice, and insert vines into people's hearts-this child was born by me! I gave birth to her, I raised her, A girl who loses money, let her die, so what!"

"...not so much." Gretel sighed softly.He hugged the girl, patted it gently, and threw a soothing spell silently, calming the frightened child:
In this poor, wretched world, what is morality to those who are struggling to survive?

He took one step, two steps, and stepped back steadily.After reaching the third step, he had already backed out of the room, and said calmly through the door:
"But the child was killed by you, not by me. I have seen everything. Even if she dies now, the Viscount will not pay her. And—"

He tightened his grip on the girl in his arms.Lifting his fingertips, he pointed in the direction of the man, and the activation rope flew out, letting go of the man, weaving an "X"-shaped grid on the door frame, and blocking between the two:

"I took this child away. In another month, I will send it back to you when my thesis is ready to be published. If you are unconvinced and have the courage, come to the Master Tower to find me."

After finishing speaking, he walked away.Behind him, the woman's sharp cry, the man's suppressed roar, and the terrified cries of a few young children formed a commotion.Soon, there were roars from neighbors, and the sound of banging on the boards, which continued to boil behind him.

Gretel walked faster and faster.Come to the end of the corridor, take back the activation rope, look up and look up the stairs - the clear moonlight shines into the eyes, at this moment, it is like looking up at the world from hell.

In this basement floor, the air is dirty, full of garbage and sundries, and there is no sunlight.The residents inside have an average living area of ​​less than two square meters, and they are half hungry and full all the year round.

Even if he took the girl back to the hospital and let her recuperate for a month with food and sleep, how long would she live after sending her back?
Gretel shook his head and stopped thinking about the subject.He walked quickly up the stairs and back to the street, pursing his lips and whistling.After a while, Appa appeared at the entrance of the alley with brisk steps, lowered his head, and licked his face forcefully.

"Apa!—Apa, let me go! Your neck is wet!"

Two days later, Gretel sat in front of Mrs. Alva, and chatted with her about the experience during this period, complaining by the way:

"I collected all 10 patients back to the hospital and prepared to raise them for a month. As a result, half of the children who came back were sick! Although poor children are easy to get sick-but, I have worked so hard, what is it for? what!"

Of course it was for the publication of a paper—Mrs. Alva wanted to say so.But seeing Gretel's dejected look, she could only push a cup of hot black tea, add half a cup of milk, and replace the incense with something that relaxes the nerves:

"No way, that's what it's like to take care of the poor. Anyway, they could have lived to be 10 years old. After you treated them, they might live to be 20 or even 30 years old, right?"

Gretel shook his head in silence.Mrs. Alva comforted him while flipping through his paper:

"The poor have the troubles of the poor, and the rich also have the troubles of the rich. Just like me here, isn't it a constant headache every day? Ever since I worked on a project with Black Crow Swamp, my children can talk to the Necromancer one day Two fights—"

She was babbling on, when suddenly there was a commotion outside, like five or six men and women arguing.Mrs. Alva put down the paper in her hand, got up in a hurry, came back after a while, shook her head and said:
"It's those children again. Sigh, magicians of the confusion control department always attract too much unnecessary attention and favor, and the interpersonal skills of necromancers, and..."

For a moment she didn't know what words to use.Gretel silently added in her heart:
House?
Anyway, more than half of the necromancers he saw, especially the higher-level ones, were nerds.Not necessarily fat, mainly because necromancy and negative energy deal more, most of them are skinny, but the degree of nerd...

Love skeletons, love leather, love figures.He doesn't have the ability to deal with living people, and talks about things he likes endlessly, without considering whether others can accept it or not.

Of course, as far as Gretel knows, the nerds he met in his previous life actually loved girls... It's just that they have limited communication skills and poor communication skills, and often they can only flirt remotely.And here, the appearance and affinity of the enchantment magician...

Always feel like something's going to happen.

He chatted with Mrs. Alva for more than half an hour, exchanged the latest research situation, and got enough psychological comfort.Hearing that others are also troubled, I seem to be a little happier...

I have to admit that the successful enchantment magicians are all high-level psychiatrists.Gretel left with satisfaction, and Mrs. Alva got up to see her off. Just as she was waiting for the elevator at the end of the corridor, she suddenly heard a tragic scream in the distance:

"what--"

Madame Alva turned and ran back.Gretel quickly followed, but a level 13 magician, even one from the control department, has more acceleration skills than a level 6 magician.With two or three strokes, Gretel was thrown dozens of steps away.

When Gretel arrived panting, the magicians had already dispersed a little, forming a circle with a diameter of several meters.Mrs. Alva stood in the center, her face was ashen, and there was a wounded person in front of her:
A very narrow and thin sharp knife was inserted downward from his left eye until it reached the handle.The wounded was covered in blood on his chest, had difficulty breathing, and had basically lost consciousness.

Gretel: ! ! !

He almost snatched the pendant from Mrs. Alva's hand, raised his hand, and quickly released a [Detection Magic]. The X-ray plain film came into the meditation field of vision, Gretel's head buzzed, and he felt his blood pressure soar to 200 in an instant:

The tip of this sharp knife was inserted from the left eye of the wounded, and went straight into the base of the skull!
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