A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 132

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Repairing the posterior wall of the abdomenlumbar muscles, fascia, subcutaneous tissue, skin, and so on.

Rinsing the abdominal cavity.

No active bleeding points found, no damage to the intestines, and no damage to other organs...

Rinse again with holy water, hoping to sterilize. Oh, speaking of it, how effective is the sterilization of holy water? Couldn't get it before, too busy usually, and can't find time to make it myself, need to schedule it later...

Layer by layer, close the abdomen.

Garrett Nordmark operated methodically. It wasn't until the wound on old Barney's abdomen had completely healed and he was carried away by two knight attendants that everyone suddenly realized:

For such a serious injury, in everyone's view, it would take several "Healing Severe Injury" or even "Healing Fatal Injury" spells to save him, meaning a level five or even level seven priest.

From start to finish, except for a calming spell, Garrett had everyone release spells that could be completed by level three or four priests, or even level one or two priests. That calming spell wasn't even to save the patient's life.

On the battlefield, he was leading a group of level one or two, level three or four soldiers, defeating level five or even level seven knights. His strength had undergone a qualitative change.

"Elder Elwin, your disciple is extraordinary." The old man who came in with the bald protagonist patted his beard and squinted. Elder Elwin Wilkinson stared at him alertly:

"What are you up to again? Old Heath, I warn you, he is my disciple!You still owe me that drink!"

"I'll treat you, I'll treat you!"

Elder Heath laughed heartily.

He was the elder of Nust County's, a member of the Radiant Church of the Cult of the God of Nature, and a longtime friend of Elder Elwin Wilkinson. The two had studied under the same teacher in their youth, received training as servants of the God of Nature, and grew up adventuring and fighting together. They had fought, argued, gasped for breath, chased after the same girl, and even blocked knives for each other with their backs.

After many years of ups and downs, their friendship had long solidified into a bond resembling both deep friendship and mutual teasing.

And showing off one's disciple was, of course, part of the mutual teasing. f𝚛𝚎𝗲we𝗯𝗻ovel.𝐜om

The two stood side by side from a distance, looking into the distance. A new batch of injured soldiers had already been brought to the tent area, and Garrett was busy, his footsteps never stopping.

The healing session just now consumed a lot of Garrett's mental energy. He only managed to pull himself together with the fruit given by Elder Elwin Wilkinson. However, in the eyes of the two seasoned high-level priests, Garrett's busy appearance didn't show a hint of "I'm tired, I want to slack off."

This sincere concern for ordinary soldiers was one of the virtues most admired by the Cult of the God of Nature. The discerning eyes of an old friend could be quite persuasive.

Elder Heath clicked his tongue. He twirled his beard with his fingers, lost in thought:

"Elwin, have you ever thought... of letting this kid do something else?"

"Such as?"

"Such as letting him treat knights... you see, with such powerful healing magic, it should be put to better use, shouldn't it?"

"Well..."

Elder Elwin hesitated for a moment, scrutinizing his old friend suspiciously, as if saying, "What mischief are you brewing?" Elder Heath, sensing the hesitation, quickly persuaded:

"And you know, the physique of knights is different from ordinary people, and the injuries may be different. Being able to experience various things at level 1 is beneficial for the kid, isn't it? If you agree, I'll arrange it!"

"Wait!" Elder Elwin pulled his old friend back:

"Talk to him first! This kid has a stubborn temper. If we don't clarify things in advance, I'm afraid he won't agree!"

So, after being busy from early morning until evening, Garrett, dragging his tired body back to the tent, just about to sleep, was intercepted by the two elders walking together.

"Teacher, Elder Heath." Garrett was so tired that his brain was about to stop working. Standing at the entrance of the tent, both legs shaking. When he heard half of Elder Heath's request, he leaned against the tent wall, ready to slip away. He blurted out:

"You want me to treat those knights?... I won't go."

"Garrett!" Elder Heath lightly reprimanded. Garrett came to his senses a bit, barely stood up straight, and bowed gently:

"Teacher, I don't want to go. Healing high-level warriors, there are many priests who can do that. But here, healing ordinary soldiers, I can save many lives."

"Garrett..."

Elder Heath frowned.

Emotionally, he understood the disciple's thoughts as an old friend, and even as a servant of the God of Nature, he appreciated it; however, rationally, he really wanted to persuade him with all his heart: this opportunity is rare, don't let it slip away!

But before he could speak, he was pulled. Elder Elwin Wilkinson gave him a meaningful look, then smiled warmly, looking at Garrett:

"Garrett, if you don't want to go, then don't go. You've worked hard today, rest well, don't tire yourself too much these days. The teacher knows you care about these commoners, but spiritual power is the foundation of a spellcaster. Be careful not to overuse your magic!"

Garrett nodded in response, saw off the teacher, and immediately fell asleep. The next day, when he woke up and checked the room, Elder Elwin Wilkinson dragged him to the front lines.

To be honest, although he had been with the team for so many days, Garrett hadn't really looked at the battlefield. It was not as good as in his previous life when he went to aid Africa, where he at least saw locals firing at the sky, and he had also enjoyed large-scale war scenes in "The Lord of the Rings" and "Game of Thrones."

But now, following his teacher past multiple layers of encampments to the front line, before he could observe carefully, he was hit by a strong smell:

The smell of blood!

The smell of burning!

Various stenches of burning wood, burning bodies, and burning strange things! The smell was sometimes worse than in the emergency room, but Garrett quickly adjusted. Elder Elwin Wilkinson had been observing his condition, and seeing him recover, he pointed to the opposite city wall:

"Look. We're besieging the city."

Arrows were flying, and wood and stones clashed. Soldiers carried ladders and rushed up in waves, only to be knocked down in waves. Garrett finally saw the origin of the injuries he had been treating for the past few days:

Brain injuries from being hit by rolling wood and rocks;

Stab and pierce injuries from arrows and knives;

Burn injuries from the charcoal fires and boiling water on the city walls;

Injuries from falling from a height, halfway up the ladder, for various reasons, falling off the

city wall...

Some people made it to him and received his treatment, but more soldiers forever fell on the battlefield, slowly dying under severe injuries without receiving treatment.

Sieges in the age of melee weapons were so cruel.

"Don't they have medics..."

Garrett murmured.

Emotionally, he really wanted to organize a rescue team, carrying the banner of a red cross on a white background, moving through the battlefield during breaks, saving the wounded;

Rationally, however, he knew that as a level one novice priest with no power or status, it was impossible for him to call for both sides to agree to something like the Geneva Conventions.

He needs to level up!

Whether relying on healing, assistance, comfort, or coercion, whether he wants to develop more healing methods or integrate medicine with divine arts and magic, if he wants to reduce the suffering of this era, he needs to level up!

Garrett silently came back to his senses. Beside him, Elder Elwin Wilkinson suddenly raised his hand and pointed forward:

"Look quickly!"

The sound of hooves thundered. A group of war horses galloped out, heading straight for the city, knights in bright and dazzling armor on their backs, their capes fluttering. In the sparse gaps between the rolling logs, the knights reached the base of the city, abandoned their horses, and leaped up, a few jumps and they were on top of the city wall!

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