Chapter 60

Nature deity?

Gret had long forgotten about this. These days, he was holed up in the mage tower, studying magic with a passion. Meditation, memorizing spells, reading basic textbooks, learning magic—

Magic was so much fun!

Oh, this Light Dance spell can create four light sources that float around. If I add a few more, wouldn't it be like a surgical lamp?

Oh, this Freezing Ray can create ice artificially, a must-have spell for cooling off in the summer. Unfortunately, the temperature doesn't drop too low, otherwise, I could make very fine ice cream!

Oh, this Flash spell is also great, it can create a strong light, but the casting material has to be fireflies, which is harmful to the ecosystem. I should research if I can use something else instead…

Gret was thoroughly enjoying his research. There were only two things that bothered him:

First, his mental power had hit a bottleneck.

After being able to cast five spells a day, he was stuck and couldn't progress any further;

Second, the research on detection magic, or rather, the X-ray spell, had made no progress.

He had scoured the entire mage tower, except for the central area, and had seen everything that could be seen. Despite this, he couldn't find any magical aura that could reveal bones, and he was constantly questioning his existence:

The physical laws of this world are different from my previous life, right? Or do I need to find radioactive materials? If I really find radioactive materials, my frail body can't handle it, right?

He ate, lived, and studied in the mage tower. It wasn't just a straight line between two points; it was a straight line from one point. If he had a phone and could check his daily trajectory, he would only see a single dot…

So comfortable!

So dreamy!

Such a happy life!

This time, Gret was kicked out of the mage tower to patrol the nearby Tal village. This village was under the mage tower, or more precisely, under the Magic Council. Although he didn't have to personally collect rent, it was necessary to send someone to patrol the village monthly to assert ownership.

At the very least, the mage had to make a personal appearance…

Naturally, this unhelpful and tedious task fell to the lowest-ranked and most recent mage apprentice, Gret.

Gret rode an old horse, swaying gently, and followed the gatekeeper to Tal village. The horse was gentle and steady, and Gret didn't have to exert any effort. His eyes were vacant, and his mind wandered. As he rode, a sudden scream came from the nearby forest!

Gret: !!

Someone is hurt? Where? How severe?

He galloped towards the sound. Upon arrival, he saw a middle-aged man lying at the bottom of a small cliff, pale and emaciated, with his left leg twisted unnaturally. A wicker basket lay a few steps away, and the rope tied around his waist was only about a meter long, with a rough end. The other end hung down from the cliff, clearly broken from the rock while he was working on the cliff face.

—Fall from height.

—Left leg fracture.

—Possible fractures in other areas or internal organ damage.

Gret quickly assessed the situation. He squatted beside the man and placed his hand on the man's right wrist: "Did you fall from up there? Do you have any companions nearby? Is your home close by?"

The man nodded vigorously. He struggled to grab Gret's sleeve: "Save me—save me—"

Good, the patient is conscious, with a strong pulse and steady breathing, indicating stable vital signs for now. Gret glanced at the man's left calf, where the white bone had pierced through the skin, and blood was gushing out. An open fracture with severe bleeding!

Stop the bleeding first!

Gret instinctively lunged forward, extending his right hand to press firmly on the femoral artery. He turned to the mage tower servant and shouted:

"Do you have a long cloth strip!"

"No!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" A series of chaotic footsteps, and several farmers carrying baskets and shovels slid down the side of the cliff, clearly the man's companions. One of them shouted as he slid down:

"Old Six is hurt! Go get the master! Hurry!"

One farmer turned and ran. Another, hearing Gret's request for a cloth strip, frantically tore a long strip from his clothes.

Gret tugged at it; the thickness and strength were barely adequate. He handed the rope back:

"Get a stick! About the thickness of a finger, and the length of a hand! Good, place the stick on his leg, right where my fingers are, and tie the cloth strip tightly! —Is it tight enough? Good! Twist the stick! One more time!"

The rope creaked. The injured man screamed in pain, held down by his companions: "Don't move, don't move! Your leg—hey, the bleeding has slowed down!"

"Mr. Young, you're amazing!"

"What Mr. Young, it's Mr. Mage!"

One of the farmers, noticing the wand on Gret's sleeve, corrected his companion. The farmer tightening the stick nearly fell into the mud:

"Mr. Mage!"

"You don't move! Hold it tight!" Gret shouted at him. After checking the pulse at the distal end of the artery, he ordered the man holding the stick:

"Hold it tight! Don't move! Call me if the strip loosens!"

Damn!

No tourniquet, so this will have to do for now!

The farmer trembled in agreement. Gret ignored him, instructing the others to lay the injured man flat and remove his clothes. He squatted beside him, asking the injured man and his companions:

"How did he fall? Did he fall straight down or roll down?"

"Which part hit the ground first? Hands, legs, or back?"

"Did he fall face down or on his back?"

The injured man and his companions answered one by one. Gret got the information he needed and, seeing the man's clothes mostly removed, began a thorough examination:

No other obvious external injuries.

Pressing the abdomen, no significant pain in the upper left abdomen… middle left abdomen… upper right abdomen…

Just as he was examining, footsteps echoed from a nearby path. Gret turned to see an old man with white hair, one hand holding a wooden staff, the other carrying the farmer who had gone for help. The old man ran over so quickly that his dark brown robe billowed behind him, and the man in his hand seemed weightless.

This old man is impressive!

Gret silently praised. The farmers around him bowed respectfully:

"Elder!"

"Elder!"

"Elder, save me! Save me!"

The injured man struggled. Gret shouted at him, pressing him back to the ground with his right hand, and continued his examination.

"Who are you?"

The old man was already by his side, putting down the farmer and examining the injured man. Gret didn't look up:

"Gret Nordmark."

"You're Gret?" The old man's voice wavered slightly. Without waiting for an answer, he squatted down and pressed the skin near the tourniquet:

"Did you make this stick? Good idea! Now, move aside, let me heal this leg!"

A single healing spell can cure a fracture? That's much better than me! Gret glanced at him. But when the old man reached out, he instinctively dodged and shouted:

"Don't move him!"

The old man was taken aback. Gret's objections came out in a rapid-fire manner:

"I haven't finished the examination! If you heal him now, do you know if he has internal injuries?"

The old man was stunned. After a moment of silence, he asked:

"I've treated people with broken legs before. Sometimes, after the leg is healed, the person dies a few days later. Was it because of internal injuries?"

"Maybe…"

Gret muttered. There are many reasons for death from a fall from height, such as internal organ damage, brain injury, or even a torn aorta. Without seeing the patient, who knows what situation you might encounter?

"How do you check?"