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

What is this?

Gretel glanced at the old magician's hand. Sorry, I don't recognize it.

A spindle-shaped stone, small, less than half a knuckle. It's light yellow, translucent, shiny, and doesn't look like a gem.

He looked at Master Gehrman in confusion, wanting to ask for an explanation - or to ask if he could take this thing. Before he could speak, two voices sounded at the same time:

"Ion stone? Teacher, this is too valuable!"

"This is mine! Mine!"

The two people who spoke, one was Master Gehrman, and the other was the old magician's grandson, the naughty boy George. Grete's eyes moved slightly, and he saw that naughty kid rushing over and grabbing the stone:

"Grandpa doesn't keep his word! Give it to me as promised!"

"Who told me to give it to you!" The old magician roared angrily and ran after him. The naughty child screamed and ran from east to west, and from west to east. After all, the old magician was too old to catch up. After running back and forth for two times, I could only stand still and shouted breathlessly:

"What I'm saying is that if you break through to level 1 magician, I'll give it to you! If you haven't broken through, it's not yours! Stop! Hand it over!"

"I won't hand it over!"

"you!"

What followed was a series of spells. Grete couldn't tell what it was, but saw the naughty kid suddenly staggered and rolled to the ground. The old magician rushed to catch him, but the naughty child was rolling around on the ground. He was so anxious that he simply stuffed something into his mouth:

"I won't give it to you! Uh-huh...cough cough cough cough cough!"

There were roars and shouts. Grete had nothing to do with him, and did not persuade or stop him. He watched quietly from the side.

If you don't give it to him, I won't give it to him. His tutor since he was a child is that what he earns belongs to him. No matter how good other people's things are, they belong to others. Besides, he didn't know what this stone was...

So what is it?

Grete tried hard to search his memory. It seems that such a name has been mentioned in the online articles I have read and the games I have played in my previous life. It seems like something that can fly and circle around the mage's head? As a piece of equipment, what attributes can it add to the mage?

It feels so gaudy...

Grete grinned just thinking about it. The old magician and the naughty child were running away and chasing each other, yelling and screaming. He had no intention of gaining or losing, and was just watching it as a show. If he didn't have a mobile phone or the Internet, he would actually like to shoot a video on the spot and send it to Douyin. The title would be: The naughty kid and his naughty parents...

However, as soon as the coughing sound came out, Gretel's expression changed.

This cough is so bad! The naughty child was rolling around on the ground just now and put the stone in his mouth. Could he have swallowed it?

asphyxia!

Foreign body in the trachea!

Esophageal foreign body!

A series of dangerous symptoms bolded, blackened, and highlighted at the top appeared one after another. Grete spread his legs and ran over, shouting as he ran:

"Stop grabbing it! Be careful! Don't choke it into the trachea!"

Just halfway through, my feet suddenly slipped. The ground was obviously flat and clean without any strange things, but Gretel let out a sigh, fell to the ground on his back, and fell heavily to the ground.

"..." Ouch, it hurts!

Grete put one hand on the ground and rubbed his tailbone with the other, grinning in pain. Only then did I hear the lingering sound next to me, Master Elliot’s warning voice:

"…Be careful with the grease spell!"

Brother, can you remind me earlier next time... Gretel is about to cry but has no tears left.

He got up with an ouch. Not far away, the old magician also picked up his naughty child and got up with a dark face:

"Where's the Iron Stone! Take it out!"

"Swallowed it..." The ten-year-old boy cried sadly. The old man raised his eyebrows, and Master Gehrman quickly came up to comfort him:

"Just swallow it, and the child will be fine. The Ioin Stone is not big. It will come out intact in a few days, so it will still be usable."

I hope I really swallowed it. Grete thought silently. The iron stone is not large in size and the tip does not look sharp, so the probability of scratching the esophagus is very small. As long as it goes down the esophagus, and if you are not unlucky, there is a high probability that it will pass normally in a few days.

The old magician looked ugly. He raised his hand to hit the child, but was reluctant to do so, so he pressed the child's forehead hard:

"Did you really swallow it? You...you!"

The boy lowered his head and did not dare to make any more noise. The old magician wanted to explain a few words to Gretel, but he was really speechless. After struggling for a moment, he said, "I'll show you the joke," and turned away with the child.

"Grete, thank you for your hard work today." Master Herman watched the teacher disappear outside the door, sighed, and calmly comforted Grete:

"We all see your achievements. Don't worry, the Mage Tower will not be short of your resources throughout next year."

"Thank you, Mr. Master. ...Then, I'll take my leave first?"

Master Gehrman nodded distractedly. Gretel took the opportunity to oil the soles of her feet. I returned to the dormitory on the second floor, but couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned for a while, then got up, lit a lamp, and wrote and drew.

The plan to clean up the city during the day was rejected halfway through. He really couldn't swallow that breath——

Write the plan clearly and completely, including all the key points of operation and profit model, and then go to the teacher to discuss it!

There is also the Mage Tower. I just found out today that the Mage Tower also has profit requirements - I don’t believe they are not interested!

snort!

Gretel wrote until midnight before falling asleep. In his sleep, there seemed to be a diamond-shaped stone spinning around him, and he couldn't drive it away or catch it. Grete tried twice and almost woke himself up with a fright...

The next morning, Grete got up early, finished his meditation, and prepared to go upstairs for dinner. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a servant wiping outside. Seeing him appear, he greeted him enthusiastically and gave him a small basket of dewy berries.

Gretel gave him a strange look. This servant serves the mages on a daily basis. For a mage apprentice like him, he just cleans the living room regularly and puts down a pot of water and disappears without a trace. Gretel occasionally wanted to have a midnight snack, so he had to go to the kitchen to find food by himself...

What's going on now? Did you know that the old magician praised him last night? The news is quite good!

He took it casually and prepared to eat it as a snack while reading in the morning. The servant immediately bent over, with a half-fawning smile and half-sad look on his face:

"Master Mage, I heard that...the assessment of our Mage Tower...didn't go well?"

Whether it goes well or not, it has nothing to do with you, right? Gretel nodded casually and walked towards the stairs. The servant followed him step by step, bending even lower:

"I heard that the Mage Tower will deduct resources next year? Will it deduct salaries? Will our salaries be reduced? Will we be kicked out?"

"...Isn't this serious?" Gretel paused, a little funny. "If we deduct resources again, how much salary will we be short of?"

He waved his hand and walked up the stairs. Climbing halfway up the floor, I suddenly hit my forehead and realized:

Why would people worry about that amount of money?

These servants of the Mage Tower, although they all grovel in the tower, when they go out to do things on behalf of the Magic Tower, they are at least the stewards of a village. That style, that income, starting from the middle class.

What people are really worried about is that if the host of the Magic Tower is replaced, the golden job will be destroyed, right?

It feels like just a servant has a greater sense of crisis than him...

I watched "The Demon Museum" today, wow wow, it was so good

When can I write such touching words?

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