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

Chapter 8 After I got divine enlightenment, I was promoted?
Someone asked him what to do next.

A group of people are waiting for him to make a decision.

Gretel looked left and right, and finally understood a fact:
His status has changed.

He is the healer, the spellcaster, the one who is inspired by the gods of nature.The status of the caster has always been higher than that of the warrior, especially when the captain is seriously injured, it is natural for him to be the leader and decide the behavior of the team.

what?
He's still a teenager, inexperienced, and doesn't know anything?

What does the divine revelation of the god of nature do!Wisdom is such a thing, I will also pour it into you!

Gretel wanted to cry without tears.Not to mention that this "God Revelation" is fake, it's a fake, he just crossed over, and the original owner's memory has not been integrated.Should he go in or out next?

He doesn't know either!

Gretel doubts life in the expectant gaze of his teammates.The soul of the traveler asked three questions: Who am I, where am I, and what happened, he has only solved the first one so far.As for the second and third questions, just after rescuing a person, can you give him some time to organize his memory...

As it turns out, he didn't need to sort it out on his own.Brother Raymond has hurriedly asked:

"It is said that we are the city guards, and we have to complete a patrol before we can go back. But the captain was injured, and something happened here—"

His swarthy arm waved outward.Gretel looked around along that arm, the messy mud, the splashing blood, and the traces of the previous battle were still vivid in his mind.He blurted out:

"What happened just now?"

"You do not know?!"

Raymond was surprised.Gretel screamed badly, oops, and immediately covered his head:
"I, I have a headache..."

His pained expression didn't even have to be faked.With a slight force, he pressed his finger on the swelling on the back of his head, and his facial features shrank in pain immediately.While talking, the whole person squatted down:

"Just hit my head... I, I can't remember..."

Raymond stepped up to help him.Gretel crouched down on the ground, eyes closed.Scenes of memories flew through his mind, making his head even more painful:

A group of them went out to patrol the city.After walking for a day and a half, I came to this farmhouse. Before I got close, I found a mess outside the farmhouse, and two wild dogs were tearing at something;
Captain Karen led people to drive away the wild dogs and went into the house to check.Almost immediately, there were sounds of fighting and screams in the room, and a moment later, a black shadow rushed out of the door;

"Myself" stepped forward to try to block it, but was thrown straight away, hit something, and went black...

"That...that hurt the captain...what is it..."

Gretel asked intermittently despite a headache.Raymond wanted to help him up, but he tugged two hands without moving. He simply squatted beside him and replied to his ear:

"I didn't see it clearly, that thing was too fast. All I knew was that it was a four-legged beast, black."

"yes……"

Gretel murmured.Several people around were talking about:

"That's right, but it's very fierce. Yes... I have such a high waist!"

"Like a cat?"

"Stop kidding, how can a cat be so big? Is that a leopard? A black panther?"

"Looks like a cat!"

"That's right... that thing... scratched my paw..."

Captain Karen also spoke weakly.Gretel nodded, crouched on the ground and huddled, thinking:
Maybe really felines.Recalling the diagonal slit in Captain Karen's abdomen, Gretel was secretly grateful.Cats are good, at least they are less likely to get rabies than the stray dogs they drove away.There is no place in this other world to find a rabies vaccine. If it is really infected, it can only be left to fate.

And, since it is a wild animal, there is no need to hunt it down.The top priority is to quickly find a place to let the injured rest.

Where to go?

Gretel looked around, tried to stand up, and walked to the thatched hut not far away, wanting to see how the recovery conditions were inside.He pushed open the firewood door—it was a firewood door, made a frame with four sticks, and then tied it with a pile of firewood sticks to form a flat surface—bent down and poked his head in through the door.I glanced at it and immediately exited:
Heck!

I shouldn't expect anything from this kind of house!

Gretel's features were wrinkled.The house was too short to go straight in, so that's fine; the house was narrow, with an area of ​​less than 20 square meters, so he was mentally prepared before entering; but in this shabby house, there wasn't even a single bed!
In the center of the room, a round pit was built with stones on the mud floor. The smoke from the cooking smoke curled up in the pit, and the firewood that had just been boiled with water was still burning.The white smoke rose up one after another, fell down on the face, and immediately burst into tears;
Under the beating firelight, I could see a few pitchforks on the left side against the wall, and two bags piled up in the corner, one was mostly shriveled, and the other was bulging; There are some sheepskins, sackcloths, etc., which are probably where the master sleeps.

This kind of ghost place is used to heal wounds?
I'm afraid it will get worse the more you raise it!
Go, must go!

Gretel withdrew from the door, took a few breaths, and greeted his comrades:
"Carry the captain, let's go!"

"No! I can go by myself!"

Captain Karen wanted to struggle when he heard that.Gretel pounced on him and held him down:

"Lie down, Uncle Karen! Don't get up!"

"Bring that spear here! Get another stick, make it a stretcher, and we'll carry people away!"

Guys, let's do it together.As a soldier, I still have some experience on how to make a stretcher. I donate a ready-made spear, and then cut a small tree nearby, tie a few straw ropes to it, and lift Captain Karen to it.The leather armor that was cut before, the clothes that were torn, covered the body in a mess, lifted it up and walked away.

Gretel also tried to join the stretcher team.As soon as he stretched out his hand, he was robbed. The red-haired archer Tang En bumped him with one shoulder, clutching the spear in one hand and the tree stick in the other, turning his head and smiling at him:

"Little Gretel, we'll carry the stretcher, just follow along!"

Gretel:  …

I remembered!It was you who threw the original body down before, and the original owner slammed his head into the tree, and then I crossed over.The collision just now, if I didn't react quickly, would I have to wear it again!

However, these complaints can only be swallowed in his stomach.The surrounding comrades in arms have already laughed, and they all agreed with the archer's actions:
"That's right, little Gretel, don't do the heavy work!"

"You are a healer!"

"Tsk tsk, in a few days, I will call you Master Gretel!"

The spearman Raymond patted him hard on the shoulder and took off his waist knife; the archer Tang En and the spearman were in tandem, leaning over to lift the stretcher; the shield warrior Vali snatched Gretel's package, hanging on one's shoulders;
When Gretel came back to his senses, he was empty-handed and walked easily in the middle of the team.He doesn't need to work, he doesn't need to take things, he just needs to stay calm and follow the team with the little priest and it's over.

Gretel even doubted that if he twisted his foot now or declared that he couldn't walk, the fighters could chop a few canes and tie a basket on his back and carry him away...

In other words, is this the treatment of spellcasters?
(End of this chapter)