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

"how is it going?"

As soon as Grete walked down the foot of the mountain, his companions gathered around him and asked eagerly. Gretel lowered his head, a little frustrated:

"Master Gehrman said, let me listen first..."

He lowered his head and recounted the negotiation process. To his surprise, all the companions were very excited, especially Captain Cullen and the little priest John. Captain Cullen was well-informed and was the first to comfort him:

"This treatment is already very good. Little Grete, you don't know how many children of noble families in the city are not qualified to enter the Magic Tower to observe!"

“And tuition is free!”

The young pastor values ​​this more. He even cited the experiences of his companions to comfort Grete:

"In our temple alone, there are many descendants of nobles and knights. Because they cannot afford to learn magic, they can only come to the temple to practice!"

Can't afford to learn...magic?

Gretel forced a smile. Tuition fees for auditors are free, but you need to bring your own materials to copy spells; you don't have to pay extra to listen to Master Herman's lectures. You can ask his disciples for advice. God knows whether they will be willing to give advice without paying.

When eating, he could lower his face and only eat black bread. He travels between the city and the mage tower every day. Is it possible to run on two legs?

Everything costs money.

The original monthly salary was only 5 silver coins. After having a full stomach, even clothes can only be bought in burlap.

Grete's heart was full of sorrow, but he didn't dare to express it, lest Uncle Karen and the others would become worried. He rode into the city with the team and walked toward the military camp. He observed the streets in the city along the way, and the more he looked, the more worried he became.

The city guard's barracks was near the north gate. Gretel and the others entered from the west gate and walked around half a circle. Although the streets they walked through were not the most prosperous, they were not considered too popular. However, as far as Grete could see, there were dilapidated wooden houses on both sides of the street, with leaky doors and windows, crooked.

The woman's skirt was covered with patches. Grete saw a six or seven-year-old little girl in a wooden house looking out from the door frame. When she saw him looking over, she shyly shrank back and then quietly poked her head. The hem of the girl's clothes was in tatters and could only cover half of her thighs. The younger boy was playing in the corner with his bare buttocks...

The bakery on the corner of the long street almost always sells black bread.

The streets are not paved, there are no sewers on either side, and there are no public health facilities. Garbage is piled up in disorder, sewage flows across the river, and horses' hooves step down, leaving a mud puddle.

Black, black, and yellow mud spots kept splashing. Gretel didn't want to think about what was in the mud.

In one word, poor.

Gretel had no idea how much money he could earn to support himself in such a poor city.

I hope the military camp can be a little more helpful... No, even if it is helpful, it has nothing to do with him. How can it give him a promotion and a salary increase?

From now on, if he stays in the mage tower every day, it will be good if the city guards don't fire him.

Gretel was filled with anxiety and followed Captain Cullen into the military camp. The original owner still had a picture of what the military camp looked like. However, after actually entering, he was slightly shocked:

The size of Heartland City's city guard is not large. There are only about two hundred people, which is not as large as a county public security bureau in the previous life. Of course, God knows whether the population of a small town can catch up with a county in its previous life;

It's not small to say the least, after all, 200 people gather, train, and compete in this venue every day. Gretel has already seen how capable the knights are in the Roman knights. The place is small and there really isn’t enough space for them to deal with...

Such as right now. On the training ground, which was larger than the school playground, two knights were fighting with smoke billowing out. The roar of weapons clashing could be heard by Gretel from half the training ground. Captain Cullen stopped immediately:

"The captain and Knight Ciro are fighting! Our squadron leader is also here, let's go over there..."

There are 200 people in the city guard. There is one captain, Stephen Nolan, a level 7 knight; the four squadron captains all have knight strength, and according to the warrior level, they are level 5 upwards. Grete vaguely remembered that before his father died in battle, he was also the squadron leader of the city guard.

As for old warriors like Uncle Karen, whose strength has never been able to break through the knights, and who are getting older and their bodies have begun to decline, they can only remain as squad leaders...

The squadron that Cullen's team belongs to, the squadron leader Flynn Knight, looks to be in his mid-thirties, in the prime of life. After listening to Captain Karen's report, he glanced in the direction of the Spring Goddess Temple and sneered:

"What do they say? - Do you think our city guards are just bullying you?"

Grete felt relieved. Flynn Knight waved him forward and asked with a smile:

"Have you mastered the art of healing? Do you want to learn magic? How many times a month?"

"Master Gehrman allows me to go every day." Gretel answered honestly. After finishing speaking, he hesitated for a moment, with a look of embarrassment on his face:

"Captain Flynn, can I...can I ask you to..."

"What?"

Flynn Knight asked with interest. Gretel tried not to blush:

"That's right, I have to go to the Mage Tower to read a book these days and I can't participate in patrols. Can you... don't deduct your salary for the time being..."

Not going to work for a long time, not taking a paid vacation, but still wanting to receive salary, this was something that had never happened in Grete's previous life. He was so embarrassed that he hesitated and finally finished his words, but he heard Flynn Knight burst into laughter:

"Little Gretel, you...you!"

Gretel was stunned. Flynn Knight laughed, even tears came out of his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to wipe it away:

"You're actually worried about salary deductions! Silly boy, you, you...hahahahahaha!"

This burst of laughter was astonishing. The two knights fighting on the field were also distracted. Knight Ciro was slow to block and was knocked away with a bang!

"ah!!!"

The onlookers screamed. A group of people ran inside. Gretel had only run a few steps when he heard someone shouting:

"Pastor! Call the pastor!"

The tone of voice was urgent and sad. It was exactly the same tone as when the family members shouted "doctor" in the emergency department in the previous life.

Grete quickened his pace even more. He rushed into the crowd, peered through the crowd, and his breathing suddenly became tight.

The wounded man huddled on the ground, his lips were bruised, and his hands reached toward his chest. His eyes were as wide as a goldfish's, and he opened his mouth forcefully, sucking in air as if he was about to be suffocated. The veins on his neck bulged like earthworms, and he was sweating profusely and struggling hard.

This is……

"Take off his clothes! Take them off quickly!"

Without him saying a word, the soldiers beside him were already ripping off the wounded man's clothes. It is almost the consensus among soldiers that patients with trauma should take off their clothes as soon as possible to facilitate treatment by the priest. As soon as the clothes were taken off and the injury came into his eyes, Gretel immediately frowned.

The wounded man's chest twisted unnaturally. The ribs were broken, the chest wall collapsed, and the stubble of bones pushed up the skin diagonally. What's even more dangerous is that the right side of the chest is unusually full.

The distance between several ribs is obviously widened. Between exhalations and inhalations, the collapsed part of the right chest suddenly sunk in and suddenly emerged.

Combined with the previous symptoms of blue lips, distended carotid arteries, and difficulty breathing, Gretel immediately thought of one word:

Tension pneumothorax!