A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 129

"Help! All priests come over here! Quickly! Ed, go to the Temple of the War God and fetch the Archbishop! Melissa, go to the camp on the other side of the county, see if there are any high-ranking priests, try to bring them over! Old Barney, hold on! Hold on!!!"

It was a severely wounded soldier... and a wounded soldier that the on-site priests couldn't handle or didn't dare to approach. High Priest Hilde followed Garrett Nordmark out of the tent and was immediately stunned.

Outside the tent, there were no stretchers, no wounded soldiers, only the barbarian Bernard holding his arm, standing taller than a person, with a large bone club poking to the side. A grass leaf moved up and down at the corner of his mouth as he chewed, seemingly enjoying himself.

Right... the injured person wasn't a soldier but a knight, and knights wouldn't be brought here. The ones eligible to invite the Archbishop were probably high-ranking knights!

He followed Garrett, rushing forward. Passing by a row of exquisite single-person tents, they reached the central open space and suddenly stopped.

In the center of the open space lay a severely wounded knight, probably Old Barney, with a face as pale as his beard, and a pool of fresh blood beneath him. A spear slanted through his abdomen, piercing straight through to his back.

A circle of people surrounded Old Barney, with two squires supporting him on either side, letting him lie on his side on the ground. One of them wore armor with the same emblem as Old Barney, crying with red eyes, likely a nephew or grandson of the injured.

Someone went to call a high-ranking priest, someone went to get healing potions, and seven or eight priests surrounded him, chanting spells with all their might. White light fell like rain, but no one dared to touch that spear.

This wound...

Hilde also froze. Treating minor injuries was definitely not enough, and the healing of third and fourth-level priests seemed ineffective. And there was this spear, this spear...

If it's not pulled out, someone will surely die; if it's pulled out, someone will die on the spot...

What to do?

What to do!

"Take off his armor!" a determined voice suddenly rose, and Hilde turned her head to see Garrett rushing past him like the wind.

"Cut off the spear, lift him into the tent! Quickly!"

"The armor is stuck on the spear!" a kneeling squire instinctively replied. Garrett didn't hesitate:

"Disconnect the connections on the side! Cut the plate armor open from the hole and tear it apart on both sides!"

Really, why wasn't this kind of thing prepared in advance? In his previous life, when faced with such steel piercing injuries, someone always dealt with it before going to the operating table. Usually, it was the fire brigadeoh, forgot, there's no fire brigade here. Well, there's no way, just have to hope someone takes the initiative...

Garrett cursed inwardly, kneeling beside Old Barney and reaching to feel the injured's carotid artery. A priest tried to stop him:

"Little Garrett, you"

Before the words could finish, an arm suddenly reached over from behind, lifting the priest up. Hilde swept a glance, only to see that the barbarian Bernard had somehow arrived, grabbing the priest's collar like catching a chick, gently lifting him, and raising him about two feet off the ground. The barbarian didn't hit or curse, just turned the man in one direction:

"Don't. Disturb. The. Master!"

Poor priest, caught off guard by the attack, was already scared white, just nodding. Fortunately, Garrett turned around and called:

"Bernard, come help!"

Bernard replied, released the priest, and rushed over. The healers, watching the barbarian who stood over two meters tall, at least half of them instinctively took a step back, and the prayers became chaotic.

For a moment, all was silent. The priests on the scene, ranging from level one to level six, stared as the barbarian knelt beside the injured. Extending his hand to touch the injured's carotid artery, a priest tried to intervene:

"Little Garrett, can you"

"No interference, just let him do it," Garrett said without looking up.

The scene of healing tasks fell mainly on the priests with higher levels, mostly priestesses of the Goddess of Springs. Battle priests had high survival skills on the battlefield, and followers of the God of Nature were strong in wilderness survival. Most of them had been sent out.

The priestesses of the Goddess of Springs, not cultivating physical combat abilities, were taken aback by the sudden appearance of this barbarian, rushing towards them like a tiger in a flock of sheep.

For a moment, all was quiet. Seven or eight priests, the highest being level six and the lowest level one, watched the barbarian Bernard kneel beside the injured. The priest in armor, with the same emblem as Old Barney, was crying with red eyes, presumably a relative.

"Remove his armor!" Garrett commanded, and Bernard, with a swift motion, broke the armor into two pieces.

Eyes bounced all over the ground. Even Hilde, a priest from a noble family, slowly opened her mouth, looking at Garrett. For heaven's sake, where did you find such a follower? You're only a level one priest! When I was promoted last year, the followers my grandfather gave me were only fifth-level knights...

When a strong one takes action, you know if they're capable. Two knight squires, each holding one end of the spear, and Bernard moved like the wind, chopping off the spear. Garrett immediately shouted:

"Quick! Lift him inside the tent!Ladies and gentlemen, please continue to release healing spells to sustain his life!"

He turned and led the way, two knight squires lifting a stretcher, closely following. Priests of the Natural God and the Temple of the War God immediately followed suit, others, with doubts, were pulled along by their companions, rushing towards the large tent for treating wounded soldiers.

Hilde, the priest, followed suit and turned to run. Entering the tent, the operating table was already surrounded by healers, and Garrett, wearing a coarse short shirt, was engulfed in the middle, almost invisible at first glance. Taking a few steps forward, she could hear people advising:

"Little Garrett, can you handle this?"

"If not, cast a healing spell first; someone has already gone to get help..."

"Yes, this wound is too dangerous..."

"Hey, are you really going to cut his stomach? Shouldn't we wait? Lord Martin will be here soon..."

Hilde tiptoed outside the crowd, stretched her neck to take a look. Between the gap of shoulders and neck, she saw Garrett holding a pointed knife, surveying the surroundings:

"Can anyone cast a Calm Spell?... No one? Well, since he's unconscious, we can only cut directly... Anthony! Mariano! Help me hold the hooks!Hilde! Be ready!"

"I'm here!" Hilde squeezed into the crowd. Before standing firm, Garrett's sharp knife entered the injured's abdomen, cutting down with a single stroke.

Blood surged.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Half of the people present screamed. The priestesses of

 the Goddess of Springs collectively took a step back.

"Hilde! Divert the blood flow!"

Garrett yelled urgently.

Reflexively, Priest Hilde began to pray. With each chant, a stream of blood rose like a rainbow, falling to the ground as he directed it with his gestures.

At the same time, two curved hooks, one on the left and one on the right, had already hooked into Old Barney's abdomen, forcefully pulling apart. Translucent mage hands appeared one after another, gently probing between the injured's organs, lifting, turning, searching, pinching a ruptured blood vessel.

"Heal Minor Wounds!"

"Here it comes!"

A white light descended. The lowest-level apprentice priests could easily use Heal Minor Wounds, and third and fourth-level priests could release dozens of them at will. As the white light swept over, the blood vessels instantly healed, and the mage hands gently loosened. Fresh red blood flowed again.

"Heal Minor Wounds!"

"I'm here!"

"Heal Minor Wounds!"

"Heal Minor Wounds!"

In Old Barney's abdomen, the mage hands worked methodically, searching bit by bit. With Garrett's command, healing spells descended one by one, and the gushing blood visibly eased.

"The situation is improving!" the leading level six priest, who was leading the prayers, suddenly exclaimed. "You can slow down the healing spells!"

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