Alright, Healing Spell Can Indeed Be Exchanged for Money

"Henry!"

The old man frowned. While scolding, he couldn't help but shift his gaze, secretly sizing up Gret as if he thought he was being discreet.

Gret's hand paused as he was untying his wallet. It seemed the old man suspected him...

It wasn't surprising that he was suspected. Gret's clothes weren't quite noble, nor servant, nor staff, and he spoke as if he were paying out of his own pocket to buy something for himself. His identity and income didn't match, which would arouse suspicion anywhere.

Although he could withstand scrutiny, there was no need to invite trouble.

Gret remained silent and continued to take coins from his wallet. One Gold Coin, two Gold Coins... The old man's eyes flickered, and he immediately put on a smile.

"You jest, customer. This is a small business; if I sell it too cheaply, I'll lose money... If you're short on cash, buying two small bottles is also fine?"

As he spoke, he picked up a Gold Coin, looked at it from all sides, blew on it, and held it to his ear to listen. He even used his teeth to bite it. Gret's eyes twitched as he watched. He's this old and still biting? Aren't you afraid of breaking your teeth!

Besides, these few Gold Coins had been in a box, buried underground for so many years. After touching this thing, I wouldn't dare eat anything without washing my hands, and you're putting it directly in your mouth!

Intestinal infection, diarrhea, vomiting, fever...

Gret thought of all sorts of things, staring at the Gold Coin, his gaze becoming increasingly strange. The old man's expression also grew peculiar. He leaned forward, spread his arms, and subconsciously adopted a defensive posture.

As he tensed up and exerted force, he somehow inhaled sharply, and the entire Gold Coin rolled and went straight down his throat!

The old man's face contorted instantly. He made a few "uh-uh" sounds, grabbed his own throat, his eyes bulging like a frog's.

Stuck?

The Gold Coin was stuck?

Choking?!

Gret was startled. The young shop assistant beside him was also frightened and fumbled, patting the old man's back.

"Sir! Mr. Hogan!"

The patting was completely ineffective. The old man's plump body lurched forward and backward, he coughed a few times, and soon his face turned purple. The young shop assistant grabbed him with one hand and tried to pry open his mouth and reach into his throat with the other. At the same time, he shouted outside:

"Quick! Go get the Apothecary!"

"Got it!" Outside the shop door, the doorman replied and dashed off. When someone was sick or injured, they should technically call a Priest, but... wasn't the Apothecary right next door!

Anyway, when people couldn't afford a Priest, or the Priest was too busy, they would make do with an Apothecary to save people. The treatment effect was still effective, it just took a bit longer for things like administering medicine...

The young shop assistant shouted and continued to busy himself saving the old man. Without warning, Gret pushed off the counter and leaped up, flipping over the counter!

"What are you doing!" the young shop assistant yelled. He wanted to help the old man but also wanted to chase Gret away, making him flustered. With his hands full, he could only shout:

"What are you doing! Get out! Get out!"

Gret ignored him, rushed forward, shoved the young shop assistant aside, and wrapped his arms around the old man from behind.

He was, after all, a level one Warrior. Compared to the Knights, he was weak, but he could still easily handle a shop assistant. The young shop assistant was thrown by him, hitting the counter behind him with a sting, and could only curl into a ball, shouting loudly:

"Help! -- Someone's robbing us!"

"Who!"

"Who!"

Footsteps echoed, and a middle-aged man, holding a glass bottle in his left hand and a wooden spoon in his right, rushed in—Gret guessed it was probably the Apothecary. The doorman rushed in right after, searching the floor for a stick, and yelled at Gret:

"What are you doing! Let go of Mr. Hogan!"

Gret had no time to pay attention to them. He stood in a lunge, with one leg forward and the other back, his arms wrapped around the stout old man. With a slight exertion, the old man sank down. The plump body slid and sat directly on Gret's right thigh, his upper body pressed forward by Gret.

"What are you doing!" the Apothecary shouted. He wasn't young and didn't dare jump over the counter like Gret. He could only move his legs quickly, trying to reach the old man to administer medicine. He ran, panting, and shouted, "Let him go! Let him go! He's choking, why are you grabbing his waist!"

After only half a circle, Gret had already assumed the position and began the rescue. His hands were wrapped under the old man's armpits, his left hand clenched into a fist, and his right hand gripping his left wrist from the front. He placed the tiger's mouth of his left hand on the old man's upper abdomen, exerted force with both arms, inward and upward!

Scrape!

He's too fat, it slipped!

I hate fat people the most! It takes an extra person to lift them into bed, external cardiac compressions are hard to perform in the right place, and during abdominal surgery, others see the abdominal cavity with one incision, while he only sees fat with one incision! Even anesthesia requires recalculating the dosage, and the anesthesiologist has to be extremely careful!

Look at this now, the Heimlich Maneuver can just slip off!

The shop assistant and the Apothecary were still shouting. Gret was annoyed and roared, "Shut up!"

"You come out!"

The doorman looked around, finally grabbed a bolt, and ducked under the counter baffle. Gret shouted, "I'm saving him!" He moved his left fist up, followed by his right hand, pressing below the stout old man's sternum. He took a deep breath and exerted force with both arms again, inward!

Once!

Twice!

Bang!

The bolt struck heavily. Gret didn't have time to dodge and could only slightly turn his head, taking the blow on his left shoulder. Under the pain, his arms suddenly surged with great strength, forcefully pushing against the old man's chest, the third time!

"Cough! ... Cough cough cough cough cough cough!"

The old man coughed violently. After a earth-shattering coughing fit, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat something out. It clinked on the tabletop, spun a few times under the lamplight, shining with golden brilliance.

Gret's entire body relaxed. He released his arms, raised his right hand to rub his left shoulder, and glared resentfully at the doorman. The doorman, halfway through swinging his second blow, froze with his right hand raised, staring dumbfounded.

"This works too?!" The Apothecary froze in place. His right hand loosened, and the glass bottle fell to the ground, shattering with a smash.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough… Huff, huff, huff…"

The old man coughed for a long time, finally catching his breath. He turned his head. Upon seeing the doorman frozen in place with a stick, and Gret rubbing his shoulder while panting, his eyes narrowed, and he was stunned on the spot. The Apothecary rushed forward desperately:

"Why did that work? He was choking, can you save someone by grabbing their chest? Please, please tell me! – I'll give you money! I'll give you everything!"

He quickly started fumbling in his pockets. His coin purse, gold chain, he even wanted to rip off the buttons on his coat – he tugged once but they wouldn't budge. Gret was sweating profusely. His right hand was busy casting a Healing Spell on his left shoulder, so he could only extend his left hand to weakly pull the man back:

"You don't have to do this… It's just a small trick, very simple…"

Damn it! I was pressing on the diaphragm, who told you to grab the chest! Not explaining this properly is just misleading people!

The blow to his shoulder finally stopped hurting. Gret freed up his hand and began gesturing, lecturing the Apothecary. Under the lamplight, he watched as the middle-aged Apothecary repeatedly nodded, his posture gradually changing from a 5-degree forward lean to ten degrees, and then gradually to fifteen degrees.

The fat old man opened his mouth. Sweat instantly beaded on his chubby forehead.

Why did I doubt he had no money earlier? Why did I doubt the origin of that Gold Coin! Now look, I've offended a legitimate Healer! Even the Apothecary next door has to respectfully listen to him lecture!

Now, he's not even looking at me anymore, he's already busy chatting with the Apothecary…

The old man was quick to react. As soon as Gret finished speaking, he immediately bent over deeply and bowed in respect. The fat on his belly was squeezed, creating two folds on the spot:

"Respected Healer! Thank you for saving my life, and please forgive the rudeness of my shop…"

Gret quickly stopped lecturing to help him up. The old man straightened up with his help, holding his back, and repeatedly yelled at the young shop assistants:

"Roger! Get what the Healer needs! Frank! Get a ream of the best white paper, no, two reams! And get ten Feather Pens, and two large bottles of ink! Hurry!"

One doorman and one shop assistant scurried back and forth at his command, their feet barely touching the ground. This time, it was Gret who frantically tried to stop them:

"You don't have to… I can't afford these…"

"How can we let you pay!" The old man laughed heartily, puffing out his chest again, patting it with a "bang bang" sound. "Respected Healer, you are my savior. If I don't repay you, I must at least pay for the treatment, right?"

"But…" The Heimlich Maneuver, consultation fee… Alright, usually in such situations, treatment isn't given after waiting for registration and payment, but for such a simple procedure, if you really wanted to charge, it would be at most a few dozen coins?

"No buts! This shop is all mine. Isn't this old man's life worth more than a few pieces of paper?"

"…At least change it to ordinary paper… Magic paper is too expensive…"

"Then add two more reams of ordinary paper! Roger! Pack everything up and deliver it to the Healer's home!"

Heimlich Maneuver.

Applicable for acute airway foreign body obstruction. Gret used a slightly modified version, used when the patient is obese or pregnant.

I suggest everyone search for it and memorize it, it's very useful…

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