Healing Spell Is Really Useful, Envious

Chapter 29: Healing Spells Are So Useful, I'm Envious.gif

"Little Grete!"

Captain Karen let out a soft reprimand. Captain Flynn stepped forward, seemingly wanting to shield Gret behind him. Around them, the City Guard warriors exchanged surprised whispers.

The Young Priest John gasped. He immediately covered his mouth with both hands, his eyes darting between Gret and the bald bishop. Every freckle on his small face was etched with worry.

The bald bishop was greatly surprised.

He looked Gret up and down carefully, from his rough-spun tunic, identical to everyone else's, to his right hand, which was still clutching a chicken bone, and then to his left hand, which was holding the injured man's wrist, his fingertips resting on the pulse. After a moment of contemplation, he asked cautiously, "Child, do you know what you are doing?"

"I do."

"And do you know how injured this person is and how he needs to be treated?"

"A severe blow to the chest, more than one rib broken, and each rib broken in more than one place. A rib has punctured the lung," Gret answered without hesitation. "The ribs need to be straightened and reset, and the damaged lung and pleura repaired. My Healing Spell isn't strong enough for this, I'll have to trouble you."

And adjusting blood pressure, mediastinal repositioning, displaced lung repositioning... Of course, with one Healing Spell, the lung would be repaired and breathing could resume normally, and the mediastinum and lung should slowly shift back on their own, but I won't tell you that.

"Then what are you holding this thing for?"

To maintain the pressure balance in the chest cavity... Gret thought. But if he really had to explain it to the other person, he'd probably have to draw an anatomical diagram first and spend ten minutes explaining what air pressure is. And if the other person didn't understand, he'd have to do a Heidelberg experiment or something, which would be too much of a hassle.

Big brother! The person is waiting to be saved!

"Uh... uh, that's a long story..."

Gret blinked desperately. Can you just heal him first, and I'll explain it to you slowly later? Don't worry, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere!

"Ah... alright, alright. I'll listen to you later." The bald bishop chuckled happily. He stopped questioning, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and murmured with his head bowed.

This prayer took an immeasurable amount of time longer than when the Young Priest cast his Healing Spell; Gret felt it was at least ten minutes. While listening to the injured man's breathing and maintaining pressure balance with the chicken bone, he secretly broke out in a cold sweat:

Good thing I didn't let go. If this person were left to you to treat, he would have suffocated by the time you finished chanting your Healing Spell!

The Bishop's touch was indeed extraordinary. When the chant ended, what descended was not a beam of white light, but a gentle, drizzling shower of milky white light that looked surprisingly tender.

As the light rain fell, the injured man's chest immediately swelled, muscles stretched, and ribs reset, as if invisible hands were pulling and pressing. His breathing also became smoother. After a moment, he took a deep breath and began to forcefully cough out bloody phlegm.

Gret seized the moment to withdraw the chicken bone. The light rain indeed dripped gently, and the wound made by the dagger earlier vanished in the blink of an eye.

--Healing Spells are so convenient.

Gret was sincerely envious.

If he had had this in his previous life, he wouldn't have needed patients to hold an oxygen tube in their mouths, have a drainage bottle hanging from their bodies, and check the drainage volume every now and then, calling for help immediately if something went wrong...

If there were three to five such patients in one night, he'd be watching them all night, unable to even do sit-ups.

The effect of the Healing Spell was immediate. As soon as the bald bishop's Healing Spell stopped, the Knight Xiluo, who had been seriously injured, pushed himself up from the ground and stood up. He took two deep breaths, savored the sweetness of the air, and immediately bowed his head:

"Thanks to the great God of War."

"Thanks to the great God of War!"

The City Guard soldiers and War God priests present prayed in unison.

Gret reflexively lowered his head and clasped his hands. Just as he was about to imitate others and pray, he suddenly remembered his "persona" was someone who had received a Divine Revelation from the Nature God... Thanking the God of War seemed a bit off?

He felt like an outsider.

Gret's mind raced, desperately trying to figure out how to avoid being burned at the stake. Meanwhile, the bald bishop finally finished accepting Knight Xiluo's gratitude. With a smile, he stepped forward and pulled Gret in front of the knight:

"Actually, you should thank this young man even more. If it weren't for him, we might have arrived too late."

Knight Xiluo let out a sigh of relief. He hadn't been unconscious earlier, just having trouble breathing, and he knew what was happening around him. He had heard Gret's shouts, arguments, and requests for help. The smooth breathing he felt after being stabbed in the chest had also been immediate.

It's just... in front of a bishop from the Temple of the God of War, would thanking a new recruit of the City Guard first mean he didn't want to advance in his career, or didn't want the child to?

Fortunately, the Bishop spoke up. Knight Xiluo took the opportunity to turn, grab Gret's hand, and say:

"I was just about to say it! Little Grete, thank you so much!"

"It's nothing. I was just doing my duty."

Gret replied with practiced ease. His tone was calm, his expression indifferent, just like countless times in his previous life when he saved patients' lives and received thanks from patients and their families. Knight Xiluo, however, paused slightly, squinted, and examined Gret carefully. When he spoke again, his address and tone had changed to one of equality:

"Thank you, Gret.--Hmm, tonight, please do me the honor of visiting my home so I can properly express my gratitude!"

"Uh, there's no need for that... This is all I should have done..."

Gret tried to decline, but Knight Xiluo thanked him repeatedly and invited him again and again. The bald bishop watched with a smile for a while, then his expression suddenly turned serious. He glanced at the Young Priest John, who was leaning against the end of the line:

"John, is this the young Healer you mentioned?"

Gret froze and quickly looked at John. The little freckled boy nodded vigorously at him, flashing a wide grin, his face beaming. Then, he made a funny face and pouted in the direction of the Spring Goddess Temple.

Gret's heart warmed.

That Roman Knight's severe injury and return clearly left a hidden danger. The man was finished, but his family connections were not. Who knew if he held a grudge against him, and who knew if he would retaliate.

--Of course, if Gret were to use a borrowed knife to kill someone, for the Necromancer to kill him, he couldn't bring himself to do it... In his past life, he was still a law-abiding citizen...

So Captain Karen immediately took him back to the barracks to report. Now it seemed that Little John had also reported the matter to the Temple of the God of War, seemingly wanting to seek protection and security for him.

Gret nodded gratefully at Little John. The bald bishop saw their interaction but didn't press for details on the spot. Instead, he extended an invitation:

"Hello, young Healer. What you did just now was very interesting. We've also encountered many warriors who died regrettably before they could be treated. Could you explain your method to us in detail?"

"Of course!"

Gret answered without hesitation.