Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 4 The Outrageous Three Medical Clinics

In [-] on the continent of Europe (this is a world that is completely different from Earth), the upper class of Luzpittburg briefly fell into turmoil.

"A truly remarkable character, more worth watching than any comedy."

Baron Robespierre applauded slowly, maintaining an unexplained contemptuous attitude on his face.

The people next to him praised: "Mazaran is the king's lackey, I just hope he doesn't go too far, otherwise the citizens will drive him away together with the guard of honor."

The Marquis Condorcet heard their discussion and frowned, but said nothing.

"Shh - don't say it."

Robespierre noticed his gaze and quickly stopped his companion who wanted to continue talking.

The mayor's secretary adjusted his glasses and confirmed that he had read every word of the letter.

So he took the corner of the paper between two fingers, laid it gently on a velvet cushion, and nodded to the mayor.

The mayor moved slower than others, he was thinking about something just now.

"Gentlemen, as the letter said, our finance minister is always very concerned about local finances, so he sent a secretary to check the city's taxes."

When the mayor said the word finance, he paused for a moment, and then let out a very low sigh.

"I think he is worrying too much, but the secretary in charge of this matter has already set off from Strath, and it will take at most three days to arrive here. We should express our enthusiasm to this guest who came from afar. Everything is fine here."

"yes, I agree."

Baron Robespierre said quickly, and the lanky man stood up, waving his arms repeatedly to show his enthusiasm for the matter.

"It's pointless to spend too much time on tax audits, everyone should understand."

"Everyone should express their attitudes and let the Secretary understand a little bit about the hardships related to tax calculation."

"This way all the problems can be easily solved."

Someone next to him retorted contemptuously: "You think too highly of yourself. They have always been famous for being calculating and ruthless. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people who don't like him gathered here."

The two sides insisted on their own words, and seeing that they were about to quarrel, the Marquis knocked on the scepter in his hand.

The sudden rattling sound from the marble silenced the bustling city council hall.

"Now back to the next question."

"How should we organize the welcome ceremony?"

The sleek jujube horse is pulling the carriage steadily with elegant small square steps.

Ivan sat face to face with his luggage, and together they marched down the boulevard, the center of bourgeois activity.

Unlike the tree-shaded garden where the Champs were planted before, the buildings here are neither luxurious nor artistically beautiful. They are intertwined with each other, and each building is almost the same, but not exactly the same.

The residents have a thousand tricks to make them from neat to gypsy dwellings.

There are many people who live in one house with several families, and they divide the rooms with wooden boards, dividing the original narrow space into several single rooms.

When a guest is a guest at a relative's house, everyone is like coming to the kingdom of gnomes.

The groom looked at the citizens passing by with disdain.

He considers himself a nobleman's servant, and is different from these mediocrities.

Ivan didn't care about his mood. In his opinion, as long as the servant who served him was not as chatty as the butler, it would be fine.

The coachman picked up the luggage and began to move inside. The hotel clerk naturally knew that there was a distinguished guest coming.

Before one foot crossed the threshold, the man bowed with great skill.

"Excellent sir, what is your name?"

"Evan Dowling."

"It turns out that Master Dorian is here. Please forgive me for not being able to prepare in advance. If you can send someone to notify earlier, we will definitely prepare everything in advance."

"These are unnecessary."

Ivan didn't care about his flattery, but just hugged his chest like this, watched the other party order his subordinates to carry his luggage, and asked with a little interest: "How long have you been working here?"

"My subordinate Bucai has served here for 10 years and is now a professional manager."

"Ten years, then you must be familiar with this area."

"As long as it is related to hotel management, I know it very well. Even if it has nothing to do with the hotel, I can know a lot about the people and things around me. I don't know what I can do for you?"

Ivan leaned on the chair: "How many medical centers are there in our city?"

"It's hard to count the small medical halls. There are three large medical halls, namely the Rasputin Medical Hall, the Tiangong Hujue Mystery Institute, and the Hippocrates Body Fluid Research House. The three medical halls are all Experienced physicians. Of course, they treat other people differently."

"Have you ever been there to treat diseases?" Ivan stood up with curious eyes.

The manager took the suitcase from the coachman and said respectfully: "I had a headache once, and my friend introduced me to the Heavenly Palace Mutual Fight Mystery Institute, where Doctor Dick declared that my Fire Palace and the Underground Palace were repulsed, and I had to be in the last quarter of the moon. At that time, ease the life zone through the ascension ceremony."

"I originally agreed to perform the ceremony, but I didn't expect that the headache would be healed before the last quarter moon appeared."

"so."

Ivan chuckled: "So you didn't spend the money, right?"

The administrator didn't know why, so he thought it was his own answer that made him feel dissatisfied, and his expression was a little apprehensive: "I don't quite understand what you mean, but I know many workers who have done the promotion ceremony, and I can introduce you, but they Your behavior is vulgar, and I'm afraid it will affect your mood."

"Don't be afraid."

Ivan waved his hand: "Of course I have my own way to find out the truth of the matter, now you just need to tell me what you know."

"I am willing to follow your instructions, but the Rasputin Medical Museum..."

The administrator told Ivan all the treatment characteristics of the three clinics.

He raised his eyebrows, and found that the medical halls in the Middle Ages were really unique.

In addition to the Tiangong Hujue Mystery Institute just mentioned, the doctor at the Rasputin Medical Center believes that all diseases are caused by curses. He recommends that every patient who comes to his medical center to buy some anti-curse potions .

When necessary, eat some mummy powder to protect yourself.

Hearing this, Ivan almost cursed.

A medical center engages in astrology to seek gods.

A medical gym dance master playing curse.

There seems to be no real reliable place.

He sighed, he had to choose the general from among the dwarves.

After some discussion and inquiring, Ivan decided to go to the Hippocrates Body Fluids Museum first, and if that place was okay, he would study medicine there for the time being.

(End of this chapter)