A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 125

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"Heal! I can heal here! Bring them over!"

"Form a queue, one by one!"

"Next one!"

"Next one!"

"Next one..."

The injured knights came one by one for treatment, returning to the battlefield intermittently. The healing area became noisy for a while and then quieted down. The priests leisurely ate their lunch, took a slow rest, and then, with a slow and refreshing face wash, began to chat over tea.

They tasted the rich red tea and spread honey and jam on freshly baked scones. Sitting under the tall white umbrella in the center of the camp, they conversed softly:

"Casualties aren't significant today."

"Yes, the battle wasn't too intense. I didn't even use half of my healing spells todayhow about you?"

"About the same. But it's good to save some healing spells; who knows if we'll have a severely wounded knight later?"

"True, if a heavily injured knight comes, I'll have to use all my remaining spells..."

"Hope there aren't too many injuries tomorrow..."

"Hey, how's it going over here?"

A priest with brisk footsteps entered the camp, his face full of spring, greeting everyone one by one. Dressed in a light blue silk robe adorned with two narcissus flowers embroidered in white silk on the belt, he was the second-level priest of the Spring Goddess Temple. The healers from Hartland City recognized him; he was the proud disciple of the chief priest of the county, unevenly getting up to greet him:

"Priest Hilde."

"Hilde."

"We're doing fine here. Treated five knights, two severe injuries, and three minor injuries. The ones with minor injuries have already returned to the battlefield."

"As long as the number of casualties isn't too high..."

Just as they were chatting, a commotion arose in the corner of the healing area, beyond a row of tents. Priest Hilde turned his head upon hearing the noise:

"Haven't they finished over there?"

"Over there? It's Garrett from the Nature Cult, treating the wounded..." The first priest to greet him explained casually. Suddenly, he was surprised:

"Why are they still busy? I've even taken a nap!"

"Indeed!" The priest beside him also discovered the blind spot and couldn't help but stand up and turn to look:

"How long has it been? Haven't they run out of spells yet?"

"Interesting." Priest Hilde muttered. Lifting his leg, he walked towards the source of the sound:

"Let's go see!"

The proud disciple of the county's chief priest wanted to see, and a group of priests naturally followed. Just as they turned around a row of tents, they saw a continuous stream of people in the corner occupied by Garrett. Wounded soldiers were being carried in and out constantly.

Behind the tattered large tent, rows of wounded soldiers were already lying on the ground. Looking closely, their wounds were bandaged, indicating that they had already received treatment.

"Is he... treating ordinary soldiers?"

Priest Hilde was astonished. It was unknown how many people were inside the tent, but at least twenty were lying on the ground:

"Hasn't he run out of healing spells yet?"

No one around answered. Priest Hilde tiptoed a few steps forward and bent down to look. Although the soldiers lying on the ground had pale faces and groaned in pain, at least they were still aliveno matter what. They still had breath.

"Next one!"

A shout came from the tent. Deep and hoarse, as if not drinking water for most of the day. Immediately after, the tent flap lifted, and two soldiers rushed out with a stretcher, placing the wounded soldier on the ground.

Priest Hilde approached to take a look. The soldier had two wooden boards tied to his arms, hanging in front of him with cloth straps. Cloth strips were wrapped around his shoulders, back, and legs. Another wounded soldier who could likely endure was brought in...

He suddenly became curious about the priest in the tent and asked in a low voice:

"How many people has he treated? How many has he saved?"

Everyone looked at each other. Those who were more familiar with Garrett, or rather, those who worked in his hospital, either went to the battlefield or had other tasks. After completing their own tasks, no one thought of coming to take a look.

Priest Hilde decided to lift the tent flap and go in. As soon as he entered, he saw the dimly lit tent, where the light of healing spells flickered gently. After a moment, the spell caster straightened up, his voice weak:

"All right, bandage him."

Priest Hilde took a few steps forward. By now, he had adapted to the light inside the tent and saw that Garrett was a young man of similar age, looking tired with dry lips. His clothes were peculiar, short sleeves and knee-length shorts, cut like a sack, with no insignia embroidered on them.

If it weren't for the healing spells he had just cast, anyone would believe that the person in front of him was a new recruit.

Someone answered with a sound, took the cloth strip, and began to tie it around the soldier's leg. Priest Hilde couldn't help but exclaim:

"His wounds aren't healed yet!"

"I know." Garrett replied softly. "My healing spells aren't enough... I have to save them for the most critical situations."

Priest Hilde fell silent. He looked around, inside and outside the tent combined, and at least thirty to forty wounded soldiers were lying down. The healer in front of him had been busy without a break until now...

"What level priest are you?"

"One level." Garrett replied in a low voice, his voice hoarse, almost inaudible. After saying this, he immediately raised his voice with effort:

"Next one!"

Another stretcher was brought over. Garrett lowered his head again, immersed in his busy work.

Priest Hilde stood dazed at the other end of the tent, feeling somewhat redundant. He was about to leave, but two voices almost simultaneously sounded outside the tent:

"Garrett, I'm back! I'm here to help you!"

The tent flap lifted, and two battle priest apprentices rushed in. Priest Hilde glanced at them, one apprentice and one level five. He was about to greet them, but Garrett had already shouted:

"Change your clothes! Wash your hands!"

"No problem!" The two of them hurriedly ran over, their steps not stopping, just nodding hastily at Priest Hilde on the way. While running, they took off their priest robes, ran to the edge of the tent, and each put on a set of short shirts similar to Garrett's.

In the surprised gaze of Priest Hilde, they carefully washed their hands, all the way up to their elbows. Then, while applying something to their arms, they quickly turned back:

"Garrett! Where do we start?"

"Over there, in that row, from left to right!" Garrett shouted to the level five priest. The apprentice priest followed suit, waving his hand:

"Let me do it for you; you must be tired! I'll handle this onethis one has a fracture, release a detection spell first to see where it's broken..."

The lineup of wounded soldiers, which had just paused for a moment, quickly moved again with Garrett's

voice.

This busyness continued until the sky turned dark. Joanna and Elwin returned from the scouting team, and Donald completed the logistics work. Several people gradually joined the healing efforts.

Garrett finally got a chance to catch his breath, sitting down on the side and drinking water. With a creak, Priest Hilde pulled a wooden box over and sat next to him:

"Do you plan to heal these wounded soldiers every day? Why?"

There's no need for a reason to save lives. Garrett's words reached the tip of his tongue, but he pulled back and quietly assessed Priest Hilde with his peripheral vision:

How to convince him to join in helping people? Although the guy hadn't done anything just now, he had been willing to stand there and watch for quite a while. He could be someone to win over... The instructor said it well; we need to unite all the forces we can...

He tilted his sweat-drenched face and smiled slightly:

"Of course, it's because it improves my healing skills!"

"Oh?"

Priest Hilde's eyes lit up. 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝘦𝘸𝑒𝑏𝓃𝑜𝓿𝘦𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓶

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