A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 133

The thunderous drums shook the earth, and the warriors' shouts seemed capable of collapsing the city walls on the spot. Garrett Nordmark stood dumbfounded, watching as the lead knight leaped onto the city wall. With a sweep of his spear, seven or eight defending soldiers on the wall were sent flying high and crashed down from a distance.

This is beyond science!

Human strength shouldn't be this immense. Bones, muscles, cardiovascular system, and internal organs shouldn't withstand such a powerful force! And don't think he didn't notice; some of the defending soldiers were not hit by the spear at all!

Some soldiers retreated in panic, while others recklessly rushed forward, only to be dealt with by the knight with a punch each, or a spear for multiple opponents, sending them flying. One spear even swept through a corner tower of the city, and with a loud crash, half of the tower collapsed instantly.

"Wow!"

Garrett widened his eyes. One sweep of a spear brought down a whole floor. Can a person really achieve such a feat?

A roar suddenly echoed within the city. A dark light surged from the inner side of the city wall, spinning continuously, leaving chaos in its wake. Garrett was astonished to see a warrior emerging from the city, wielding a giant axe, slashing towards him. Even from the military camp, he could feel the chilling light of the axe, as if it were about to cut through his face.

The first knight to reach the city wall was no match for the giant axe warrior. With just a brief exchange, the spear in his hand broke into two pieces. His two companions were surprised; as two spears crisscrossed towards him, he clamped one under his rib, using his waist as a pivot, and swung the axe horizontally.

Cold light whistled, and the knight on the left couldn't evade in time. The axe passed through his waist, directly severing him in half. In that instant, two more spears thrust forward; one missed, but the other pierced through the giant axe warrior's ribs, deeply penetrating.

The remaining soldiers quickly retreated, descending on the cloud ladders. The ladders were immediately dropped, and the giant axe warrior, with a roar, even swung the giant axe and leaped down from the city wall!

"Ah!"

Garrett exclaimed in shock. The knights fled in disarray, and the giant axe warrior pursued them like a tiger among sheep. There were more than a few hundred ordinary soldiers below the city, but no one could stop him for a moment. The giant axe, brushing against death, leaving a trail of blood in the crowd, headed straight for their formation!

In this brief chase and escape, the ordinary soldiers below the city had fallen in all directions. Only when several knights stepped forward from the main formation and intercepted the giant axe warrior did the onslaught stop. The ordinary soldiers formed a circle from a distance, spears like a forest, shields like a wall, but no one dared to approach.

"This is the power of a knight," Elder Elwin Wilkinson patted Garrett on the shoulder, saying meaningfully:

"A Level 5 knight, after a qualitative change in their body, can at least resist the siege of three Level 4 warriors and kill one of them. Or, in a siege by 5 to 10 Level 4 warriors, they can break through without injury.

Higher-ranking knights are even more powerful, and only knights of the same rank can deal with them. Otherwise, magic and divine arts must be used."

Garrett opened his mouth but couldn't find words to say.

He didn't have a clear understanding of the strength of knightssince his arrival, he had only witnessed the combat power of Roman knights from the death mage Linde Ferrell and observed a confrontation of city guard knights.

Questions like how many ordinary soldiers a knight could defeat or how many of them he could defeat...

Apart from "definitely stronger than me," he had no more accurate concept.

He gazed at the battlefield, lost in thought. Elder Elwin Wilkinson continued:

"Every loss of a knight is a significant loss. If we can save one more, or even if we can save them with less healing power, it will help them recover better.

If low-level healing arts can save lives, then high-level priests can appear on the battlefield, providing more divine assistance to the knights.

When the strength of the knights increases, the casualties among ordinary soldiers will be reduced."

This is also for saving people, or, to save more lives of ordinary soldiers. Elder Elwin Wilkinson didn't say this, but Garrett understood his meaning. He pursed his lips slightly, watching the giant axe warrior fiercely battling in the combat ring, watching the soldiers charging towards the city wall again. For a moment, he couldn't find words to say.

In this world, the lives of knights and ordinary soldiers are not equal on the balance. Healing a knight preserves a high-end combat force for their own side and prevents several, dozens, or even dozens of soldiers from dying in vain. However, even so...

Is it really the reason to prioritize healing knights?

Among the many healers serving the knights, do they really need one more like me?

Really need to pull away the only healer for ordinary soldiers?

And the oath I have always upheldto treat all patients equally, regardless of wealth or poverty, nobility or commonality, nationality, race, gender, or any other differences...

Do I really need to violate this oath and prioritize healing based on identity and combat powerrather than the urgency of the injury?

Garrett fell silent and speechless. Beside him, Elder Elwin Wilkinson observed his changing expression without further persuasion or urging. In the silence, a thin yet powerful hand suddenly patted Garrett's shoulder.

"Elder Heath!"

Garrett turned around and quickly saluted. Elder Heath stopped him with a wave of his hand: "Young Garrett, what do you think?"

"Well..." Garrett hesitated. Before he could give an answer, Elder Heath raised the corners of his eyes, smiling meaningfully:

"Don't be in a hurry to reply. Listen to my arrangement first. First, you'll be transferred to the county main camp, lead a team, and be responsible for healing knight attendants."

Knight attendants are not like knights; some come from noble backgrounds, while others are commoners. Whether they receive treatment after being injured mostly depends on the mood of the priestor how much money they offer. In the past few days, quite a few knight attendants who received news sought him out.

Garrett felt a little intrigued. Elder Heath immediately continued:

"If there are a large number of knights injured all at once, and they can't handle it, try to lend a hand as much as possible. Is that okay?"

That's definitely not a problem! Garrett nodded immediately. As a doctor, an emergency department doctor, how could he ignore a life in danger?

"Then, if ordinary soldiers are injured, they will also be brought to you. As long as you can spare the time, you can treat them however you like. The personnel assigned to you will follow your orders. As long as their remaining spells are not less than one-fifth, you can instruct them to treat ordinary soldiers, and they will have to obey."

That's great. He can continue to treat ordinary soldiers and have some extra help. The more Garrett listened, the brighter his eyes became

. Elder Heath, sensing his thoughts, delivered a decisive blow:

"In addition, you'll be given two bottles of healing potions for light injuries, ten bottles of holy water, and a bottle of junior energy elixir every day. How about it?"

"Deal!"

Garrett blurted out.

Almost simultaneously, cheers erupted on the battlefield, and the flags belonging to the opponents on the city wall slowly floated down.

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