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

Bone setting?

Gretel decided not to work hard.

In fact, if he really grits his teeth and gives it a try, he may not be able to push it away. After all, the original person is also a first-level warrior. In terms of strength and combat effectiveness, he is still much stronger than civilians. But why?

I am a mage!

I am an elegant mage!

I have changed my profession, it is no longer a warrior or a physics profession!

You should wave your staff and recite the incantation. Anything that weighs more than five pounds and cannot be lifted by the mage's hands must be handed over to others!

He took a step back, gave up his position, and motioned to the white-haired old man to hold the broken ends on both sides. There is such a big guy who can carry a person with one hand and can run like flying. Why do you need me to help!

The magic aura shines brightly. Gretel put his hands on the old man's hands, gently pushed and pulled, guiding the old man to exert force, and kept giving orders:

"A little forward, a little further, okay, take your right hand back, no, go back a little, okay! Aim! Slowly let it get closer, and then get closer! Stop! Wait!"

The muscles in the old man's arms tensed quietly. He turned his face and gave Gretel a strange look.

Grete smiled at him sarcastically.

The duration of detecting magic is over...

This thing is also too short. Every time a spell is cast, it can only last for 1 minute/level depending on the level of the mage. Grete is currently a mage apprentice and is considered level 0.5. He releases detection magic once, which can only last for 30 seconds...

Gretel took a few breaths, closed his eyes and concentrated, and cast the spell again. The magic aura lit up again, illuminating the broken bones in the meditation field of vision, guiding the direction of bone setting. Grete pushed and pulled with his hands and gave orders with his mouth. The white-haired old man also cooperated very well. Finally, before the end of another 30 seconds, the broken tibia and fibula were completely reset.

"alright……"

Grete let go of his hand and fell to the ground with a plop. The consequences of casting four magic spells in a short period of time finally appeared: his forehead swelled, his head buzzed, and his temples throbbed with pain. Gretel closed his eyes and was resting by himself, when he heard the old man say in surprise:

"It's absolutely perfect!—How did you do it?"

"I can see...with magic..."

Grete replied weakly. He immediately heard the next question: "What's next? What to do?"

Grete really wants to say, throw away the healing skills and stop bothering me. But as the patient lies there, the more delicate the treatment, the better the prognosis will be. He couldn't help but struggle to take command. Grete opened his eyes, struggled to sit up, and looked around:

"etc……"

Fortunately, the duration of the mage's hand has not ended yet. Grete tried hard to keep his spirits up and continued to manipulate the spell. In a moment, the large blood vessels on both sides were slowly pulled out and pulled together.

Gretel turned his head and pursed his lips at the white-haired old man:

"Then, connect these two blood vessels."

"Hey, what are you..."

The old man looked surprised. He leaned down and took a closer look, and even stretched out his hand to touch:

"...Mage's hand? Use it like this?"

"Yes." Gretel smiled slightly, showing his modesty. "This is convenient and clean." Tissue tweezers should be carried with you and sterilized in advance!

The old man repeated "convenient and clean" in a low voice several times and pointed his finger. A white light flew out from the fingertips and landed on the blood vessels. The millimeter-diameter blood vessels healed immediately. Gretel let go of the mage's hand, and soon, bright red blood rushed through.

That's it... I can't handle my nerves or anything...

Grete secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He continued to give instructions: "Connect the bones inside... Yes, be more precise with the treatment. Connect the bones first, and let me see... It's no problem. Wait, let me sort out the muscles..."

The hand of the mage! superior!

The translucent, tangible hands were raised again, combing the muscles carefully.

The damaged muscles that were pierced by bone stubble were combed out individually. Gretel and the white-haired old man cooperated tacitly. He separated one strip and the old man threw a healing spell. After combing everything, Gretel closed his eyes and his waist collapsed again:

"Okay...all-done!"

Without him having to say anything, the old man threw another white light over to heal the damaged skin. As he stroked his injured leg with his hands, pressing left and right, he became more and more surprised:

"The cost of healing has been reduced by half! - How did you do that?"

"Manual bone setting, disassembly tasks..." Gretel's voice became smaller and smaller, his words stammered, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep at any moment. Even as he was on the verge of collapse, he did not forget to say:

"Remember to throw some healing spells on his chest and abdomen. If he fell from such a high place, I'm worried that his internal organs will be damaged...many things can't be revealed by physical examination alone..."

The old man did as he was told. After throwing down a few treatments, the patient became energetic and sat up without any support. As soon as his legs hit the ground, he screamed:

"ah!!!"

Gretel was frightened and woke up on the spot! He pounced forward, and with the strength of a mere first-class soldier, he actually got in front of the old man, grabbed the wounded man, and checked him up and down. After a moment he breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's nothing serious. It's just an injury on the foot. It's most likely a fracture of the calcaneus...just throw in a healing spell."

Another fracture? The old man's hand that released the healing technique stopped:

"Can you still see the broken bones...?"

Grete had a bitter look on his face. He raised his head and looked at the old man weakly:

"The spell is used up..."

Grete's current mental power can release five zero-level magics a day, and he has used them all just now: three times of mutant X-ray spells to detect magic, one time of mage's hand, and one time of magic tricks. Wanting to do another one, his only solution at the moment:

Wait for tomorrow.

Oh, and I have to sleep for eight hours that night.

...So being a mage is really not a profession that you can stay up late at. Thank God, 996 is no longer needed.

Run out?

A smile flashed in the old man's eyes. According to the previous news, this young man is still a mage apprentice, and has just become a mage apprentice. After the meeting, the magic fluctuated five times in a row. Sure enough, the spell was used up and could no longer be released...

He pulled a small bottle from his belt. After thinking for a while, he put it back, reached into his arms, took out another one, and handed it to Gretel:

"Just a drop will do."

A small bottle that is as long as your index finger and as thick as your thumb. Gretel took it in his hand and looked at it: the mouth of the bottle was plugged with a cork, and the potion inside was flowing brightly, and the green color was very beautiful. But this is green! The life potion is red, the magic potion is blue, what is your green one?

Isn't it poison? !

He looked at the old man for help, but got no answer. Uncork the bottle, flick the air from the mouth of the bottle with your palm, and smell it carefully. A cool breath rushed over, making Gretel's nose sore and he almost sneezed.

...It doesn’t seem like it’s poison?

Moreover, my mind seems to be a little fresher!

Gretel's eyes lit up. Following the old man's instructions, he carefully leaned over the bottle and tried to drink only one drop. ...Wouldn't you give me a dropper for such a small dose? Just pour it into your mouth like this, and you can easily finish it all in one gulp!

A drop of coolness exploded on the tip of the tongue and expanded rapidly. Fills the mouth, rushes up the nasal cavity, and spreads to the brain. Grete shuddered, and the fatigue and dizziness after casting the spell were instantly washed away.

"I can do it again!" He jumped up: "Hold his feet, get ready, I'll cast the spell!"

In the meditative environment, the bright magical light once again shines.

Grete cooperated with the old man to reset the injured calcaneus and the treatment was completed. The injured and his family were grateful, but the old man didn't care at all. He pulled Grete around and escaped from the crowd. Seeing that Gretel was very cooperative and followed him to escape, the old man patted his shoulder with satisfaction and asked with a smile:

"Are you the child who was inspired by the God of Nature?"

I received the news and will test the waters next week.

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