"I guess that's not what you meant last night when you said 'witness the miracle tomorrow morning'?" Adrian broke into a cold sweat when he looked at the stranger who was tied tightly to the chair.
As a person who has lived in a building affiliated with the church for a long time, he has not had any awareness of theft prevention for a long time. This area has been semi-enclosed for a long time and is not as complicated as the people coming and going inside the church, but it also shares the scope of supervision of the church guards.
The only people who will come in are the clergy, guards, eunuchs, apprentices within the church, and occasionally people like William.
There are not even many servants responsible for chores. The priests can handle various daily needs by themselves. Only the more distinguished figures, such as bishops, have one or two trusted people to serve them.
Moreover, the sanctity of the church itself also has a strong deterrent effect. Common people may not think that God will bless them, but most people believe that those who desecrate the sanctuary will be punished.
Until they are desperate, no one will take the idea of a church. Especially for a large church site like this, the price/performance ratio is extremely low in the eyes of thieves. It is full of large and clearly marked objects, which are difficult to steal and difficult to steal.
Get rid of it.
If you are caught, with the influence of the church, you may be embarrassed to take action against innocent people, but no one will care about letting a little thief disappear. It is completely reasonable under the current social ethics and imperfect laws and regulations.
Therefore, it is extremely unlikely that the person who came here simply came to steal some property, and it is probably not a coincidence that they broke into this place.
"Unless the effect of your potion is to grow people out of thin air, I don't think outsiders should appear here."
"No, but the fact that he is still here is indeed related to my potion." Kraft picked up a piece of broken glass with gloves and shook his head helplessly. Unexpectedly, the first bottle of ether was completed within two days of being in his hand.
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I don't know whether I should call this guy lucky or unlucky. He didn't choose the priest's strong wine, nor did he give himself a sip of concentrated sulfuric acid. Instead, he chose the most technical thing in the whole cabinet according to the arrangement.
Since the clarity at the edge of the mental sensory range is not ideal, the best opportunity to be reminded has been missed during the transition of thoughts from "What is this" to "What is this person doing?" He yelled "Stop" and went upstairs.
The rapid footsteps may have frightened the intruder, and he took a deep breath in shock.
Take a deep breath...
Legend has it that the inventor of ether anesthesia tried his own hands. After anesthetizing his family pet dog, he put a handkerchief filled with ether over his mouth and nose. He immediately fell unconscious and fell to the ground. If the handkerchief hadn't fallen from his face, he might have died.
Will die from inhaling an overdose of ether.
The fateful scene repeated itself, in a different world, in a different place, with different characters, with different purposes, and the same way of seeking death, even a little more direct.
In his mental vision, Kraft "saw" the entire process of loss of consciousness - he was very panicked, but soon stopped panicking and became somewhat peaceful.
He jumped on the steps as fast as he could, rushed to the second floor, pushed open the door panel, and the thin figure staggered and fell in front of him. With his last bit of consciousness, he grabbed the edge of the table next to him with his hands, causing the table to turn over.
Go down.
In an era when artificial wood products had not yet appeared, sturdy and simple solid wood furniture was still the mainstream, and this experimental table was the best in terms of quality. It has withstood the test of fire and acid, and the table top is still as stable as ever.
But when this table with both texture and mass falls freely towards the person lying on the ground under the action of gravity, the scene will be quite... unbearable to watch.
In the collision between the dense wood that has grown for decades in the cold environment of the North and the human body, based on Kraft's personal experience, the human body currently has a winning rate of zero. This time is no exception, with a two-inch-thick, unedged table board.
Strike along the forearm with relaxed muscles and no resistance in a crushing posture.
Kraft shrank his neck and felt the phantom pain with the "kacha" sound effect on his arms.
Since the other party is most likely not in the habit of taking calcium supplements, the smashed forearm is also likely to produce some of the most popular teaching cases in orthopedics.
Just like now, it is a typical transverse fracture in the same plane caused by direct force.
The patient should have woken up from the aftereffects of ether, but due to resistance or unwillingness to face reality, he was still pretending to be dizzy and refused to open his eyes.
From a humanitarian perspective, the souls from other worlds are more willing to give a shot of the special drug furosemide - also known as furosemide - for the syndrome of "nothing happens from the central nervous system to the peripheral nervous system, but you have to pretend to sleep" - the bladder will complete the function of the mouth and cannot be done
the persuasion process.
However, we do not have this condition at present, so we can only move the right hand that was hit slightly. There is a slight bone fricative sound, and the patient opens his eyes hoarsely. It seems that it is not a hard problem, in a double meaning.
There is no doubt that it is a fracture, and you can roughly guess what the condition is without using your mental senses.
At this moment, you can already see slight swelling, obvious pain when moving, and a rough, tooth-piercing bone fricative sound. It is the terrible sound made by the complete fracture section when the relative movement occurs. In the eyes of the other party,
Especially terrible.
The man was twiddling his arms with interest, as untouched by the trauma of twisting and deformation as he was by tasting toasted lunch bread.
"name."
"Ah?" It was different from what he imagined. He thought the process would be for the other party to angrily ask who sent him, and then the two sides would argue. The specific small concessions he could get depended on how long he could resist.
Or worse, the church feels he has no value and quietly disposes of him.
"This thief who broke into my property, I want to know your name." Kraft held down his arm, looking as if he would twist it at any time and turn the broken limb into a twist.
To be honest, he was a little frightened and couldn't speak at all.
At times Kraft seemed like an Inquisition lunatic who had no control over human life, the most terrifying version of the rumored version. But he was just an audacious port thief who was tricked into stealing "a
Personal belongings of those on the fringes of the church”.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Those eyes stared at him with impatience, indifference, and the aftertaste of something strange that his vocabulary could not accurately describe.
Just by looking at each other, he was so frightened that he could not speak.
Kraft turned to the priest and silently asked if there was anything wrong with his expression. He had just thought of the nightmare last night and was a little distracted.
Adrian shook his head. Based on his experience in accepting confessions, Kraft may have been too gentle and could not control the scumbags who made a living in the dark corners of the port. He had to personally slap this scoundrel who tried to destroy his wealth and freedom for the rest of his life.
Give him a slap and let him understand why there is an angel of punishment under the Lord.
Kraft stopped the priest. There is still a need for a kind and gentle person to act opposite to the "villain".
"Okay, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, Mr. No Name. I'm not in a hurry to know who is worried about this potion. After all, he hasn't gotten it yet, right?"
"We can talk about other things, such as your hand. I believe that I don't need to say more about its importance to you, but you may not understand it as much as I do."
"The forearm, it is composed of two delicate bones, like a wooden frame supporting a shack, and the bones support the skin and flesh. The perfect fit between them allows the hand to rotate normally." Kraft showed the forearm to the audience who was tied to a chair.
Flexible movement, highlighting the pronation and supination supported by the radius and ulna.
"But now, the retribution for your evil deeds has cut them off at the waist. Just imagine the chef's rolling pin hitting two fish bones."
"Bang!" He formed a knife with his palms and banged it on the table, awakening the painful memory of the moment before he lost consciousness. "It was broken into two sections. Now you have four bones in your forearm."
"Oh, don't be afraid, I don't do anything, I'm just watching. The pain will make you exert force unconsciously, causing the broken bones to stand up. Have you ever seen a mast broken in a storm? The wooden stubble pierced the sail.
But it's harder than wood and can dig into your flesh."
"Did you hear that? That friction sound means that the fracture is moving. It may also cut the blood vessels and block the blood flow. The accumulated congestion will make you feel bloated, painful, hot and red."
Kraft motioned to him to look at his arm that was fixed on the armrest. There was indeed swelling, pain and redness there, and a faint feeling of heat could be detected.
The conversation changed and he seemed to be comforting him with good intentions, "But don't worry, it means it is still alive for the time being."
"But it will become more and more swollen and painful. The far end that cannot be nourished by blood flow will become cold, pale, and the pulse cannot be felt. Finally, it will die completely and turn into a meaningless piece of flesh, which will slowly turn black and rotten."
Compartment syndrome, the most serious complication in the early stages of fractures, tends to occur in the forearm, but based on the current situation, is the probability... at least the results of the mental sensory examination at the scene of the incident are unlikely.
Kraft saw the audience carefully feeling their arms and showing quite distorted expressions, because every bit of the description of the symptoms was correct, and there were indeed signs of aggravation.
"The advantage is that you don't have to worry about what to do with your future life, because the toxins in your arm's necrosis will take you to hell with you to confess your crimes."
"This is what I want to explain to you. After all, it is everyone's right to know their own health status..."
"Corwin! My name is Corwin!" He really couldn't stand it anymore. He was just a little thief who was dazzled by a little money. At most, his skills were much higher than those of his peers and he was a little famous. Why was he lucky enough to be treated like this?
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"Ah, Mr. Corwin, I'm so glad you are willing to speak. These days, there are not many rational and considerate exchanges, and it is not easy for me to persuade others." Kraft rubbed his hands and showed a professional smile.
"Although the original idea was to terminate our contact in an easier way for me, my priest friend had objections."
Adrian understood Kraft's meaning and continued, "The Lord wants us to learn to forgive others, and teach those who steal to correct themselves without hurting their lives."
"But this is the evil result of evil deeds, so the evil consequences of his death cannot be regarded as my fault, even if I am a doctor." Kraft shook his head and expressed that he did not care, "and the treatment can only forcefully stretch the arm and break the bones.
No one can stand it when the ends are put back together."
He loosened the rope slightly and held Corwin's hand. The pain made him burst into tears. It was hard to imagine how terrible it would be like in the description of the treatment.
"Please, think of another way! I'll tell you who asked me to come!" This kind of pain is more painful than the combined whippings of the "teacher" who taught him how to make a living when he was a child. It feels like his arm has been cut off. In fact,
It has indeed been disconnected.
"They thought no one would know if they found an agency, but I can guess who contacted them."
There was another burst of wailing, and he tried to move his arm. The abnormal movement was accompanied by cutting and needle-like pain. He seemed to imagine how the bone spurs split the muscles inside.
I don't care whether I can continue to hang out in the future. If I can't pass this test, there will be no future.
"I don't really care. I'll put these things away tomorrow. No one can get what he wants from this room." Kraft didn't look impressed at all, as if he really only asked the name to facilitate communication.
, the news about Corwin is not as interesting as observing that arm.
The most devastating interrogation is this. The other party wants nothing, his thoughts are running wild like a mental illness, and the topics are wandering. The ultimate goal is only to cause terror and pain.
Mentally, Corwin felt that he was not far from hell, or at the gate of hell. The priest in white robes in front of him was an angel, bargaining with the devil, and those strange-shaped bottles and jars were the devil's cooking cauldron.
"Let's think of a way. We can't just treat it this way." The beer-bellied "angel" spoke.
The man in black robe pondered for a while, and seemed to reluctantly give a choice for the sake of his friend's face.
"I have an immature suggestion." It's really not very mature.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "But it is an opportunity for you." You have proved it to yourself.
"There may be side effects such as coughing, tearing, dizziness and headache, nightmares, and even the risk of death from suffocation."
"It doesn't matter, please try!" Corwin tried to grasp the last straw, "I can only lead you to catch that guy if I live!"
"Okay!" That's what you said.
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For the first application of ether, anesthesia reduction is much more ideal than other options, especially with the incomprehensible use case guidance.
When Corwin was brought into the room again with a subtle sense of strangeness, he saw that the slightly sweet and spicy liquid had accumulated in the dark glass vial.
Kraft poured the liquid into a new flask, plugged in the glass tube, and handed it to the priest along with the sink. His solemn expression somewhat convinced Corwin that he was not planning to let himself die.
"If you don't have an atomizer, try using lukewarm water, the kind that you can barely feel the heat. Keep an eye on this thing, don't let it disappear too fast, just enough for him to fall asleep."
Then stop in time. Resetting does not take long, just control it for a few minutes. Referring to the amount this guy accidentally ingested, this amount in the bottle is at a safe level.
Supine position, shoulder abduction, elbow flexion. Pull distally along the longitudinal axis of the forearm, and pull the elbow upward in the opposite direction.
Kraft memorized the words silently and stared closely at the round-bellied glass bottle in the priest's hand. He could hardly detect any changes on the liquid surface. In fact, the ether, whose boiling point is less than body temperature, was vaporizing all the time, and the colorless gas passed through it.
The catheter was aspirated by Corwin.
It is much more troublesome than black liquor. The rate must be stuck to limit the amount of inhalation, and due to tool limitations, one can only rely on intuition. At the same time, observe the patient's reaction and be wary of adverse reactions.
Corwin closed his eyes, because the pain in his arms and the disordered breathing tended to ease, and the rise and fall of his chest returned to a constant, steady, and regular state.
He tried to pull his forearm, but no reaction was caused. Kraft raised his hand to signal the priest to lift the ether bottle from the water and release it temporarily. It was cumbersome, difficult to control, and risky, but it was a method within the knowable range.
Next is traction, an operation described in small sentences, but it requires a lot of strength and opposing muscles to straighten the forearm.
Paying equal attention to strength and finesse is like using a sword to cut window grilles. Few people in internal sports would dare to compete with orthopedics in tug-of-war.
Only with this strong and steady traction can a series of displacements such as rotation, shortening, and angulation be corrected accurately and the broken ends rejoined. With Kraft's strength, it was somewhat difficult without help.
In between exertions, he took the time to confirm that Corwin's chest was rising and falling normally, and that the respiratory muscles contracting and relaxing between the ribs would not be intoxicated in an ether dream at a certain moment and suddenly stop working.
After the structure is basically in place, the last step is to squeeze hard between the two bones with your fingers. Without anesthesia, the pain of this step will probably be like being run over by a carriage wheel.
This cruel action will separate the interosseous membrane between the two bones, thereby completing the complete reduction of the fractured end.
"Put that bottle away."
Fix it with double splints, tie the knot firmly with the bandage, and the reduction process is completed.
Traveling thousands of miles, paying the cost of life, and spending ten minutes to embed the cornerstone of surgery into an era that does not belong to it.