So He Wen was cut off from the robe of the Holy Religion, and kicked out of the Holy Religion Association in King Talis City.
He finally realized how uncomfortable it was for those great men who were at the very beginning of modern medicine.
What happened to me was actually pretty good.
But let him, He Wen, stop practicing medicine?
Hum hum, this is impossible.
But first you have to find a place to stay.
According to the memory of this body, the original owner of the body was an orphan living in the lower city of Taris King City.
In layman's terms, it's a slum.
He had just undergone an emergency surgery. No, if it weren't for the help of the system, He Wen wouldn't even be willing to call that rough treatment a surgery.
He was exhausted now.
Dragging his body and relying on his memory, he returned to Xiacheng District. It was clear that in another month he would be able to get rid of his status as an apprentice of the Holy Church priest and become an official Holy Church priest, and a pastor of the General Assembly.
The status is almost as noble as the head office employees of the four major banks in China.
This should be this body's lifelong wish.
He Wen felt a little sorry and recalled that the original owner of this body seemed to have had a heart attack due to excessive stress and burped.
I don’t know what he would think if he knew that he would be immediately expelled from the Holy Religion and blacklisted.
But things have happened, and He Wen has no regrets.
After all, under the circumstances at that time, if he didn't take action, the princess would definitely die.
Lower town of Taris.
The remote neighborhoods mixed with sewers and moisture can be said to be exactly the same as the slums in He Wen's impression.
At the same time, it is also a gathering place for homeless homeless people, stray cats and dogs, garbage, and poor and frustrated residents.
"Pastor He Wen, are you back so early today?"
A flirtatious woman in scantily attired stood at the entrance of an alley and greeted He Wen with a smile.
The memory of this body is not complete. He Wen does not remember the name of this woman. He only knows that she is a prostitute who lives on the body.
"Ah hello."
He Wen greeted the woman politely, which surprised the woman.
Usually this pastor always looked down upon others, and he was even more dismissive of prostitutes like her, and would even make some mocking remarks sometimes.
Today she also stopped him with the intention of teasing He Wen.
I didn't expect that the other party would greet me so openly.
"This pastor, did you take the wrong medicine?"
The woman looked at He Wen's leaving figure and couldn't help but murmur to herself.
Soon He Wen found his home based on his memory.
It was a very dilapidated small bungalow. It was not that there was no lighting equipment in this era, but the lighting equipment was not powered by electricity, but by magic power.
The Magic Society of Talis City controls the core crystal that can supply all the energy to the city.
These simple common sense greetings can still be extracted from the brain of the original host.
At the same time, he also knew very well that the supply of crystal energy to his home had been stopped three months ago. The reason was simple: he had not paid.
In fact, not many people in this neighborhood can use lighting equipment, and most people still choose the most primitive candlesticks.
He Wen pushed the door open and entered the house, lighting the candlestick. Under the dim candlelight, the small house could be seen almost at a glance.
It is small but very neat. Although its owner lives in poverty, he must have never given up his hope for the future.
"I'm really sorry. We are all He Wen, but I may not be able to help you realize your dream."
After He Wen sat down, he began to review his system.
[The current host level is a level 4 Holy Healer. Upgrading one's own level can complete more difficult surgeries. Currently, it has 500 Holy Doctor points. The current magic available for learning is: Life Detection, Elementary Alchemy, Perspective, and Concentration. . 】
[Every time the host learns a kind of magic, he needs to consume 100 holy doctor points. Holy doctor points can also be exchanged for various medical artifacts. Please check the specific redemption catalog by yourself. 】
He Wen did not hesitate much. The magic used in the last operation was of great help to the operation, especially in such a theological era where the foundation of modern medicine is equal to zero.
He spent 300 holy doctor points to exchange for life detection, elementary alchemy and clairvoyance.
As for concentrating, this is a double-edged sword. If you are really completely unable to perceive the external situation, I'm afraid it is also a very dangerous thing. Let's talk about it later.
A light blue fluorescence lingered around He Wen, and some magic marks and runes were gradually engraved in his mind.
[Magic has been taught to the host. Please note that the only way to improve the level is to cure diseases and save people. The more difficult the disease to be treated, the more holy doctor points you will get, and the more magic you can learn.]
The systematic explanation is very clear. If you want to improve yourself, you cannot stop practicing medicine.
This coincides with He Wen's thoughts. He was born in a medical family. No matter what happens, he will never give up practicing medicine.
And now, since God allows him to live again, and this is the beginning that is rejected by the current medical science.
Then he must reverse everything.
Theology is indeed strong, but it is by no means omnipotent. Only by combining modern medical technology with theology can millions of people be treated.
The ideal may be lofty, but the reality is cruel.
The hunger in his stomach brought He Wen back to reality.
He got up and looked around the house to see if there was anything to eat.
But he found nothing except a piece of bread that was about as hard as a rock and about to become moldy.
There is no way, the system cannot be used as food, just eat this meal first and then think of a solution.
Just when He Wen almost broke his tooth due to the struggle with the stone bread, there was a knock on the door of the house.
Because He Wen didn't know much about the timekeeping methods of this era, He Wen didn't know what time it was, but he roughly estimated it was around 8 p.m.
"Who?"
He Wen went to open the door.
Standing at the door was a petite figure wearing a cloak.
"Pastor Hewen, can you come with me?"
The cloaked girl spoke cautiously, as if she was afraid of the surrounding environment.
That's right, it's exciting to think about a girl in the slums at such a late hour.
"Aren't you the princess' maid?"
He Wen recognized from the voice that the cloaked girl was one of the maids who had assisted him in completing the operation earlier.
At this time, she covered her head with her cloak and seemed to be hiding something in her arms, looking very nervous.
"Yes...Pastor, please come with me quickly, please."
He Wen didn't understand what she meant, but seeing her anxious expression and almost crying, He Wen decided to ask one more question.
"What exactly happened, please tell me first."
The maid said with a hint of crying.
"I, my princess, am about to die, please."
"What!?"
