Healing for Guidance!

Who's talking behind my back?

Gret didn't dare to turn around, afraid he'd drop the book in his hand and wouldn't be able to afford it. He tightened his grip, steadily pushed the book back onto the shelf, and turned around. He looked at the doorway… Who was this?

The person was a young man, about twenty years old, with flaxen hair, wearing a black mage robe. Seeing Gret turn around, he grinned happily, his white teeth shining:

"Hey, kid!"

"Esteemed Mage," Gret lowered his head and bowed, feeling bewildered: Who was this familiar stranger?

As he lowered his head, he saw the newcomer leaning against the doorframe, his right foot lightly touching the ground, his posture suggesting he was afraid to put any weight on it. Gret suddenly realized: No wonder he didn't recognize him. The guy from yesterday had been blown out of the Mage Tower, his entire face blackened by soot. The only familiar thing Gret saw was that set of pearly white teeth…

"Mr. Eliot! Is your foot still not healed?"

"How could it heal so quickly?"

The newcomer's face contorted, and he hobbled over to the table, clearly having sprained it badly yesterday. Gret leaned in for a look and asked curiously, "Didn't you get it treated?"

"Are you kidding me? Healing potions are so expensive!"

Eliot exclaimed. After shouting, he seemed to remember that he shouldn't lose his composure in front of a newcomer and gave a sheepish smile. Gret had already walked around the long table and stood before him:

"Can I take a look?"

"Ah—oh, right, you're a Healer. Go ahead!"

Gret squatted down by his feet. He observed carefully, seeing that the outside of his right ankle was swollen like a bun, while the inside was fine. His instep was also severely swollen. Gret grasped the other's ankle with his left hand, placed his right thumb on the outer ligament, and pressed down forcefully—

"Ouch!"

Eliot yelped and pulled his foot back. He put his right foot on the ground and hopped on his left foot, quickly retreating: "Aren't you a Healer? Where's the Healing Spell!"

"I'm a Healer, that's why I need to examine it!" Gret shouted back, all the while staring at Eliot's right foot without looking up: He could still put some weight on it, good, it probably wasn't fractured. As for the ligaments, it hurt this much when I pressed, so the lateral collateral ligament should be torn—

"Bring your foot back here!"

Eliot tried to run away. Unfortunately, limping on one leg meant he couldn't run fast, and he kept getting distracted by the pain when he tried to cast spells. Gret lunged forward, grabbed him, and squatted down, pressing along the outside of his right ankle bone, one by one, then grasping the sole of his foot and rotating it inward and outward:

"Does it hurt here? How about here? What about turning it like this?"

"Oww… This part is okay, okay… Oww! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Let go!"

Good, pressure applied during plantar flexion of the ankle joint, causing significant pain during inversion. There were localized tender points at the injury site, indicating that the anterior talofibular ligament was the most severely strained, the posterior talofibular ligament was okay, and the calcaneofibular ligament was basically fine.

The rest was soft tissue contusion and swelling—Gret calmed his mind, picturing the anatomical diagram of the foot in his mind, and his fingertips slowly began to glow with a white light.

Repair the damaged ligaments, accelerate local tissue metabolism, rapidly absorb swelling, and heal injured soft tissues—

The swelling in his right ankle gradually subsided. Eliot let out a soft sigh: "Ah… it doesn't hurt anymore…"

He immediately tried to pull his right foot back. Gret grabbed it: "Wait! Let me check again!"

Pressing, rotating, even having the other person hop—after a full round of checks, Gret was finally certain that the sprain in his ankle had been treated.

He breathed a sigh of relief and stood up from the ground, propping himself on the chair. Eliot had already excitedly hopped over, grabbed his hand, and shook it vigorously: "Oh! Thank you so much!"

His attitude had completely changed. Gone was the condescending, bossy demeanor from when he first entered; he was now treating Gret as an equal. Gret hummed in response, his mind racing:

In the world of mages, no knowledge is free. Therefore, Healing Spells are clearly not free either. The other party clearly felt that healing potions were too expensive, so it would be best for me to ask for a price that is very important to me and that he can do with a flick of his wrist—

"Mr. Eliot, you just said that the way I'm doing this is not good?"

"Ah—oh!"

Eliot slapped his forehead loudly. With all the examining and treating, and the whole ordeal, he had forgotten why he had come in the first place. He pointed to the bookshelf: "I said that the way you're doing this isn't good! Flipping through books one by one with no purpose is just wasting your time—I remember you said yesterday that you haven't even learned Magic Script?"

"Yes, Mr. Eliot." Gret breathed a sigh of relief. Thank heavens, his savior had finally arrived, and he wouldn't have to waste his energy on novels! Heaven knows that novel was especially heavy, with copper binding on its spine!

He asked sincerely: "I truly haven't received any basic magical education. Mr. Eliot, could you please guide me on the order in which I should read these books?"

The learning order for professional courses in any discipline is extremely important. Just like when he studied medicine in his previous life, he first learned gross anatomy, then regional anatomy; first histology and embryology, then physiology, then pathology and pathophysiology.

After mastering these fundamentals, he would then learn regional anatomy, diagnostics, followed by surgery, internal medicine, gynecology, pediatrics, infectious diseases, dermatology, neurology, and psychiatry, covering all the major and minor disciplines.

After going through everything, he would go to the hospital for rotations in various departments…

If one tried to learn the later subjects without mastering the earlier ones, it would be like building a tower on sand. Without wind and rain, it would collapse with just a little time.

So what about magic?

This power comes from within oneself. If one doesn't understand the sequence and starts reading any book they find, are they trying to die?

Gret had already planned to find a magic apprentice—preferably a mage—after he finished looking through all the books he recognized, and ask them which book to read first and which to read later. Before he could figure out how to corner someone, Magister Eliot had come to him, which was perfect!

"The reading order?"

Eliot's eyes lit up. Healing potions were expensive, and Healing Spells were certainly not free. But giving money directly would seem too distant—the other party was asking for advice on the order of reading, which was perfect, just perfect.

He chanted a phrase silently, and with a wave of his right hand, all the books flew out of the shelves amidst the whistling wind, hovering in the air and forming several semi-circles around Eliot. Eliot surveyed the scene and tapped his finger:

"You, you, you!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh, a dozen books flew onto the table at once, forming a pile. Eliot waved a hand again, and the remaining books scattered by category, flying back onto the shelves row by row. They were neatly arranged as if they had never been touched.

Eliot pointed at the table:

"Just these few are enough for you to start with. Hmm, Magic Script Studies, Basic Meditation, start with these two. As for Magic Patterns, Incantations, Elements, and Potions, the order doesn't matter. If you get tired of them, History of Magic, Introduction to Alchemy, and Illustrated Bestiary can serve as entertainment..."

Gret's magic learning journey had finally begun!

Although... it didn't seem to be going very smoothly...

Please encourage him~~~ Seeking collections, recommendations, reviews~~ Seeking everything~~~