My Magical Card Tavern

Ginnell was treated differently.

So Gianna is very unhappy now.

So when he came to the Adventurers' Guild to report, the receptionist in charge of handling the relevant matters was extremely meticulous, for fear of offending this old man who came to help.

After all, this gentleman gave off the impression that although I didn't want to come, I still reluctantly nodded and came to help.

The situation at the Adventurers' Guild is somewhat better than Ginnell had imagined.

Although there was a faint smell of blood mixed with the smell of disinfectant in the lobby on the first floor, it was generally clean and tidy, with only some bloodstains in a few small corners.

"Ginnell!"

Graham's booming voice echoed throughout the arena as he emerged from behind the Adventurers' Guild, carrying his enchanted greatsword and clad in armor.

Graham was surrounded by several adventurers, who, judging from their equipment and expressions, should be considered elite warriors.

The one among them with the bow and arrow glanced at Gianna, his excellent eyesight and observation skills instantly recording every detail about Gianna in his mind.

Graham's friend?

This orc was someone they managed to recruit into the team; he's a high-quality teammate who can both tank and fight, so they can't let his friend snatch him back.

For these adventurers, although the situation is somewhat urgent, it is also a great opportunity to make a fortune, and having high-quality teammates is a resource they need to seize.

Ginnell waved to Graeme.

"How's the situation here?"

Graham walked over and shook his head.

"This is not good. Several more adventure teams have retreated from the Dark Forest. We're going to fill in for them."

"Is the tavern alright?"

Ginnell chuckled and patted Graham's thick arm.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. You keep working hard to make money."

"At worst, I'll call your ancestors over to personally take charge."

Graeme shuddered, hurriedly said goodbye, and ran away with his teammates.

How could someone casually utter such terrifying words?

If Ginnell really summons his ancestors, Graeme might be doomed after the unrest in Mirkwood is quelled.

After killing the monsters, Luke will start beating up Gram.

If Gram dared to tell the ancestor that he couldn't beat him up after killing the monsters, he'd probably have to be dragged to the emergency room.

Ginnell arrived at the Adventurers' Guild's medical department, which was essentially an internal medical facility, offering some small perks to adventurers.

It saves money compared to going out.

Once you open the door and go inside, the scene immediately changes.

The smells of medicine and blood, along with the shouts of adventurers, all rushed into Ginnell's senses, creating an atmosphere of scrambling to get to the top.

Ginnell sought out the priests from the Church of Holy Light who had come to provide support and inquired about his mission.

The pastor, who was busy and sweating profusely, looked up and pointed to the side.

"Brothers in the church, please follow the doctors over there and follow their instructions when necessary."

"Holy Light thanks you for your efforts."

The doctor was sent by the Northern Union. When he saw Ginell, he simply nodded and quickly described the condition of the wounded in front of him.

"He was hit in the chest by the skeleton warrior's weapon, and now, in addition to bleeding, the wound is also being corroded by the toxins attached to the weapon, resulting in a series of infection symptoms."

"I need you to use the power of holy light to purify the toxins and eliminate the infection so that I can clean the wound and stop the bleeding. Can you do that?"

Genele nodded and got to work.

"no problem."

The doctor picked up his tools and said.

"I'll go with your pace, we can start now."

Ginell extended his right hand, and golden light flowed into the wounded man's chest.

Holy Light Purification

The adventurer, who had been groaning and moaning, immediately quieted down. His contorted expression from the pain eased considerably, and his body relaxed.

The doctor's eyes flashed, and his hands quickly began to move.

The effects of Ginell's Holy Light exceeded his expectations; now even the anesthesia procedure could be skipped, and there was no need to worry about new injuries occurring during the treatment.

Ginnell maintained the Holy Light purification while simultaneously counting the things the healer was picking out of the adventurer's wounds.

Half a piece of rotting moss, along with some scattered bone fragments and clumps of silt mixed with blood.

It seems that the skeleton warrior wasn't very hygienic; Ginnell had even pinpointed the skeleton warrior's location in his mind.

It's probably near a large swamp, otherwise the enemy's weapon wouldn't have so many extras stuck to it.

"Okay, stop now."

The doctor clattered his tools into the dish, and the assistant immediately came over to wipe away his sweat.

"That's impressive, friend. Your Holy Light power is very strong and stable."

The doctor still spoke very quickly.

"With the blessing of holy light, I can skip the disinfection and medication process and go straight to suturing the wound."

"You just need to make sure he doesn't move around while I'm stitching him up. Your job is to start after the stitching is finished, understand?"

Giannall means "I understand what you mean, I will go along with your pace."

Hearing that Gianna had returned these words to him, the doctor's face relaxed, and he turned around to continue working.

In no time, the wound was perfectly stitched up. Ginnell pressed his right hand down slightly, and a surge of holy light immediately covered the adventurer's entire body, as if he had been put into a furnace to be roasted to medium-rare and served.

Fully revived!

The doctor drank a glass of water.

"Done, next."

Genele looked at him curiously and asked.

"Have you had any cooperative relationship with the Church of Holy Light before?"

The doctor shrugged.

"No, this is a special case."

"Logically speaking, we belong to two completely different medical systems, but cooperation often has remarkable effects and can ensure extremely high medical efficiency."

"We will only cooperate when the situation is serious."

Conventional medical treatment requires the wounded to recover, but with the blessing of holy light, things are different.

If it were those melee fighters who were a bit short-tempered, or those who were naturally strong, they could get out of bed, have a good meal, and immediately grab their weapons and head back to the dungeon.

The only drawback might be that it requires twice the medical resources. Without a sound system and sufficient manpower, this treatment method simply cannot be implemented.

Ginnell glanced at the doctor; the doctor had a fairly obvious muscular physique beneath his clothes, suggesting he was a professional who had trained in martial arts but had chosen medicine.

That makes sense; without some strength, you can't handle those melee fighters with high physical strength.

One wounded soldier after another was brought in and carried out unharmed.

The doctor was so busy that he was covered in sweat, and the assistant doctor next to him was wiping his sweat more and more frequently.

It was at this moment that they realized just how outrageous the guy next to them who was consistently emitting waves was.