Have a Sparring Match in Medicine When We Have Time

In charge of fighting?

Did hospitals here have to fight too? Were doctor-patient relations really that bad?

The short Burier scratched his head.

To be honest, this was somewhat beyond the priests' knowledge. The Silent Temple was probably least skilled at... medical treatment.

As a Transcendence path, Burier possessed natural immortality and formidable endurance, so they hardly needed treatment. As long as their heads were fine, any other wounds only needed a casual bandaging. They would heal eventually.

And if something happened to their heads, then they had entered a field the Buriers excelled in—guess why they were called Buriers.

The Buriers truly had a tradition of officiating funerals. People of the Northern Territory placed great importance on funerals, and the Silent Temple's Buriers would personally dig graves for those of noble character. It was an immensely honorable ritual.

Before every battle, they would also dig their own resting places in advance.

Immortal Buriers were often no longer-lived than ordinary people.

But even with such simple and crude medical methods, they had never seen a hospital director who needed to be good at fighting...

The Silent Temple did indeed use chained censers... for treatment, but they relied on the burning ointment within them. Treating illnesses through fighting was still a little too advanced.

"Cough. Actually, we're a field hospital. Sometimes we need to go onto the battlefield to save people. Naturally, medical skills are important on the battlefield, but sometimes studying medicine can't save the battle situation."

As Nini spoke, she straightened her slender waist.

"For example, I once saved Gwen's group on the battlefield. What I relied on was the Gatling Gun. Right, Gwen?"

"Yes! We were about to be wiped out back then. Fortunately, Nini brought her Hospital Knights to save us. The Gatling Gun is an incredibly