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

Grete was instantly horrified.

He has seen medical troubles countless times, from those who quarreled unreasonably for four hours, to those who carried wreaths and burned paper money in the emergency room; from those who hit people with their IV poles, to those who directly drew a knife and stabbed people - oh, finally That, he had only seen the scene where the security guards had finished cleaning up.

But I have never felt so close to death.

Blasphemy! Inquisition! The rack!

On the first day after time travel, I had just escaped a crisis and was about to be burned to death again?

Grete was covered in cold sweat and wanted to run away on the spot. However, looking at the cold sword tip in the Roman knight's hand and Captain Cullen's pale face, a surge of anger suddenly rose, making him forget all his fears:

If something happens, come to me! What does it mean to draw a sword against my patient? !

Gretel suddenly stood up. The heart was beating fiercely in the chest, and the blood flow was rushing beside the eardrum. Before he could speak, beside him, Priest Donald frowned and shouted:

"Roman! Put your sword away!"

When the priest of his own family opened his mouth, the Roman knight would not give him face. He snorted coldly and slowly sheathed his sword, still looking unyielding. Opposite Gretel, the young priest John also stood up, put his hand on the table and leaned forward, speaking indignantly:

"Gretel knows how to heal! In the name of the God of War, I saw it with my own eyes today! You said you didn't know him. How could you gentlemen in the city know a servant of the God of Nature!"

Gretel: "..."

Isn’t it, the Church of God of Nature is so poor?

Several more memories came to mind.

Grete shuddered and finally remembered why he thought the God of Nature had no temple——

Indeed, no, this church does not have temples like the God of War and the Goddess of Spring. They usually just find a hill, make a circle with stones on the top, and worship the gods inside. If there is no stone circle, just find an oak tree, and everyone stands under the oak tree and prays...

Priests of the Fountain Goddess wore silk robes and rode in and out of carriages;

The Temple of the God of War is located behind the city guard's barracks. The high-ranking priests inside are all brightly armored, holding a shield in one hand and a warhammer in the other. They are running among the ranks of warriors and look more like warriors than warriors;

The servants of the God of Nature wear dusty burlap robes and carry an oak staff with buds in their hands as they walk through the streets. Walk from the slums to the field ridge, and then walk from the field ridge into the woods. In one word, poor.

Even the elders are not much better. Grete remembered who had gossiped with him. When the city lord's palace convened high-level spellcasters for discussion, the elders of the God of Nature Order were wearing linen robes, carrying oak staffs, and walking on two legs...

No wonder his teammates were not surprised at all when he claimed that he received divine inspiration from the God of Nature, but instead looked a little disappointed.

Which parent wouldn't be disappointed if they knew that their child had entered a new workplace that was extremely poor and would not get much salary increase if he was promoted? Just like in the previous life, when his mother knew that he had applied for the emergency department, she was distressed and reluctant to object...

Grete fell into memories. His heart was sour and soft, until an angry shout woke him up:

"You saw him casting healing spells, and you also saw the God of Nature giving him divine enlightenment? - Do you think so? Aren't you afraid of blasphemy?"

Gretel was startled by his roar. The Roman knight was half a head taller than him, with a tough face and short dark brown hair that stood up one by one. He was particularly intimidating when he shouted angrily. Gretel subconsciously shrank back, but before he could refute, Little John on the other side pushed forward:

"Then you said it's not the case?!"

The young priest responded with confidence.

Although one is a powerful knight and the other is just a priest's apprentice, the knights of the Temple of the Goddess of Spring have no control over the priest of the God of War.

There is no need to offend people for no reason. When it was time to defend his companions, Little John started a quarrel, and he did so confidently:

"Gretel has displayed so many unheard-of skills, but you are still not sure that this is inspired by God? Are you sure that the great God of Nature did not give him inspiration? Or, do you doubt the grace of the God of Nature?!"

High and low snickers immediately broke out.

The young men on the farm were laughing and joking, the older farmers looked away and had fun, and Grete's teammates all grinned openly.

It is different from the Temple of the God of War that always protects everyone, and it is also different from the God of Nature Order who dress simply and often help each family with their cattle, look after their dogs, and teach them how to farm. The temple of the Fountain Goddess is filled with a group of "gentlemen from the city" who put on a lot of airs and don't do much. Everyone really doesn't like them.

The Roman knight looked gloomy. Even Priest Donald looked a little confused: a knight, a priest apprentice from another temple, it's okay to quarrel and quarrel with each other, but when it reaches the point of accusing each other of blasphemy, it cannot be ignored.

Priest Donald coughed lowly and stood up calmly, with a noble and elegant manner, and looked around with a smile. The laughter in the hall slowly quieted down. Priest Donald turned to Grete and leaned forward slightly:

"Mr. Nordmark, to be honest, I am also very interested in your healing skills. It just so happens that your companion is also injured——"

He simply left his seat, pulled Gretel with him, and walked to Captain Cullen:

"I believe you must want to cure him. I wonder if you can cast a healing spell for us to observe?"

"this……"

Grete hesitated. The young priest opposite shouted again:

"He has already used it today! How can he use it again so late?"

"It doesn't matter if you can't cast spells tonight." Priest Donald smiled and didn't feel dissatisfied at all: "It will be the same if you cast spells tomorrow. Then you must ask me to see..."

The two men were bickering vaguely. Grete turned a deaf ear, looked blank, and thought hard:

Healing... Healing...

How did I get released?

By the way, I was thinking at that time, if possible, I hope Uncle Karen’s injury will heal quickly...

No movement.

Think again.

Still no movement.

Gretel adjusted his breathing and concentrated. Recall the relationship between the original owner and Uncle Karen, fully mobilize his emotions, and then silently recite each word in his heart:

"If possible, I hope Uncle Karen's injury will heal quickly."

Still no movement... I'm really not good at this kind of metaphysical stuff T_T

Gretel deeply reflected on himself and decided to return to rationality. Don't worry, he said to himself, let's analyze it. How many prerequisites may there be for releasing the healing technique?

Goals, methods, motivation?

1. Goal, strong desire. This is probably satisfied, but not released, indicating that it is a necessary condition, but not a sufficient condition;

Second, methods, understanding the spell model. When he released the healing spell for the first time, he had no spell model in his mind. Therefore, this is probably not a necessary condition, at least within the scope of the lowest-level healing spell, it is not a necessary condition...?

Three, motivation. If the power source of cars is gasoline, and the power source of magic is magic, then the power source of magic... is probably faith, right?

What is my belief?

"The Almighty God of Nature..."

Finished praying silently. There was no movement.

The God of Nature really ignored me. God's revelation and all that, it was indeed me who blew it.

"As witness to Apollo, the gods of medicine, Asclepius and all the gods of heaven and earth, I solemnly swear..."

There was no movement.

In the dimly lit hall, only the torches on the wall crackled and burned, as if in mockery.

Grete had a slight sweat on his forehead. Why is there no movement, why can't the healing technique be released? Is it true that as those Westerners say, the Chinese have no faith...

impossible!

Chinese people have faith! I - I have faith!

calm!

Think again!

What is my belief?

Is it the motherland? The motherland is already far away in another time and space, and can never go back, and it can no longer be the motivation for his struggle;

Is it Marxism-Leninism? He did not join the Party back then, and his beliefs were not so pure;

Is it ancestors or history? Grete also doesn’t feel that ancestors and history are the driving force for him to move forward...

So, what exactly is it?

If I have faith, if I really have faith—

So, it should be to treat illnesses and save lives!

Save one life after another and treat one patient after another;

One day shift after another, one after another night shift, every time I was exhausted, when I heard the sound of the 120 ambulance, I cheered up and rushed forward;

Sometimes heal, often help, always comfort...

That is all the love and sincerity accumulated since entering the door of medicine, seven years of continuous bachelor's and master's degrees, and more than ten years of clinical work!

Unconsciously, Grete raised his right fist and put it to his ear. He stared straight ahead, as if there was a bright red flag waving fiercely in the void in front of him:

"Health depends on life, life depends on it..."

The familiar oath rolled over the tip of my tongue word by word. Every syllable is heavy, as heavy as a thousand stones.

Clean, abundant white light fell silently.

At that moment, Gretel burst into tears.