Chapter 90
The girl's smile was radiant.
A carriage raced towards her, about to collide.
Gasps from bystanders, screams from the child's mother, and the swirling dust from the rolling wheels...
In Garrett's perception, everything unfolded in slow motion, frame by frame.
Instinctively, Garrett lunged forward. The carriage rumbled, approaching closer, and the kicked-up dust already reached his faceyet, he reached out his hands towards the bewildered girl, who was now just one and a half meters away, one meter, half a meter
Swish!
A figure swiftly appeared from behind, rushing past. Garrett was pulled back by that person, changing from a forward charge to a backward fall, landing heavily!
"Ah!"
Garrett cried out in pain. His back slammed into the ground, sliding backward flatly. Amidst the hustle, Garrett struggled to lift his head and saw a grey figure sweeping past, bending down to pick up the girl.
The person's movements were extremely agile. With the left arm cradling the girl, the right arm extended, already embracing the galloping horse. A somersault, and they directly mounted the horse, pulling on the reins:
"Whoagood child, stop! Stop!"
The spirited horse neighed loudly, gradually coming to a halt. Garrett, with a wry smile, said:
"Teacher..."
He managed to prop himself up, rubbing his back with one hand. Surprisingly, the fall didn't hurt. It seemed Elder Elwin deliberately threw him out? Perhaps finding him troublesome?
"Just... stay on the sidelines like a level one newbie, don't cause trouble?"
Garrett murmured softly. Just as he sighed in relief, a crack of a whip echoed in front:
"Get down!"
The carriage driver swung the horsewhip, flailing it forward. With an extra person on the horse, the carriage shook violently before stopping. The lady inside the carriage screamedwhat was this? This was messing with his livelihood!
Moreover, the person holding the carriage had a dusty appearance, not exactly a silk-clad noble. Such commoners, relying on a bit of skill, causing troubledeserved a good whipping!
The leather whip cracked with a violent sound. Elder Elwin didn't even turn back; he just reached back and, with a pull and a shake:
"Get down!"
"Ah"
In the long cry, the insolent servant had no choice but to tumble off the carriage.
"Madam!Someone is trying to rob the carriage!"
The servant yelled from the ground. Inside the carriage:
"What!"
Elder Elwin disentangled Garrett and walked away. Behind them, Lady Deya climbed down from the carriage in a hurry, rushing towards them:
"Roman! Roman's hand! Can you heal it?"
What? Garrett was bewildered. Elder Elwin, already by his side, reminded him, "She is Roman's mother. The knight from the Temple of the Spring Goddess."
Oh... the one whose thumb flexor tendon was scratched off by the undead mage's cat. Garrett recalled his injuries, then pondered his current healing abilities. He shook his head decisively:
"Sorry, I can't heal it."
No microscope, no specialized surgical instruments for hand surgerywhat, am I supposed to use my head to treat him? However, his contemplation was misunderstood by the lady as hesitation, and hesitation was understood as unwillingness to help. Thump, thump, thump, Lady Deya hurriedly approached, opening her arms in front of Garrett:
"Please! I beg you! I know Roman offended youwe won't dare again! Please save him! I'll give you anything! Anything you wantthis, and this..."
Lady Deya knelt with a thud. Her gorgeous silk gown spread out on the ground, stained with mud, but she paid no attention, hastily removing rings, bracelets, and pulling off necklaces. A heap of precious gems was presented to Garrett, her hands trembling violently, the brilliance of the gemstones particularly dazzling in her palms:
"All of these are for you! Carriage, estate, you can have anything... please, save him, whatever you ask forthis, and this..."
Garrett sighed inwardly at the plight of parents in this world. His many years of medical experience not only prevented him from stepping forward to assist but also made him step back a few paces, hiding behind Elder Elwin:
"Sorry, I truly can't heal your son's injury. My medical skills are not advanced."
"Do you know how to heal or not?! You clearly know! You just refuse to help!" Lady D
eya shouted sternly. Her voice paused, then became sorrowful and tearful:
"I beg you to save him... How can you turn a blind eye to death? You're a healer, a healer!... Please, I only have Roman, only him..."
...See, this is a perfect seed for medical disputes. If you don't treat him, they make a fuss; if the treatment fails, they make a fuss; if the treatment is successful but costs too much, they make a fuss... Comparatively, it's better to just not treat him from the beginning, causing the least trouble.
Fortunately, there's no concept of a designated primary care physician in this alternate world...
Garrett, on high alert, took another step back and repeated, "I'm sorry, I really can't heal him."
"Why are you still talking to her!" Elder Elwin, having finally had his fill of the drama, shouted. He grabbed Garrett and walked away. Behind them, Lady Deya's cries continued mournfully:
"Please..."
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