Chapter 10 If the therapy can't do it, I'll do it!
Carriage, silk robes, silver bowls and plates, wine?
I'm almost there, so don't worry?
Gretel smiled bitterly.
Do I want to be a doctor just for the salary?
Why should I take root in the emergency department and work there for more than ten years from being a resident to being the deputy director? Day and night are reversed, one night shift lasts three days, and my heart beats at 180 when I hear the siren of the ambulance?
Moreover, it is also one of the poorest departments in the whole hospital. The salary I receive every month, not to mention, would make me cry if I talk about it too much.
Why don’t I change departments? Why don’t I change jobs?
Isn’t orthopedics great?
Isn’t surgical oncology great?
Aren’t private hospitals nice?
Not to mention now...
What kind of treatment can you expect from this alien world?
First class? First class on high-speed rail? Air conditioning? Mobile phone? Game website B station Douyin?
This place doesn’t even have a flush toilet!
He shrugged and wanted to make a joke, but before he could speak, he was interrupted. A scream broke out in the hall, and a peasant woman rushed in with a limp child in her arms, and went straight to the priest's seat:
"Save him!—Please, save him!"
There is a patient!
Gretel ran inside.
He was fast, and the mature warriors were faster than him. Brother Raymond, the archer Taung, and the spearman Vali all ran out after him, and then passed him one after another.
When Grete arrived, a circle of people had already gathered around the boss. The young priest clasped his hands on his chest and looked down at the child lying in the arms of the peasant woman. Amidst the low chanting, the clean white light fell silently.
.
no response.
The seven or eight-year-old boy leaned softly in the peasant woman's arms, showing no signs of improvement. When the white light fell, the child tilted his head back hard and struggled to take a breath.
The unpleasant, hollow whining sound clearly reached Grete's ears through the human wall.
For a moment, Gretel's hair stood on end.
Stridor! It's stridor! - The sound just now was so loud that it could be heard through the crowd. The patient's condition must be very critical!
He struggled to squeeze into the crowd. When he poked his head in, he saw the boy's face was blue and purple, and his hands and feet were struggling wildly. As the child raised his head and inhaled, the upper and lower collarbones, and the lower part of the neck, in the middle of the two collarbones,
The skin is sunken together.
The suprasternal fossa, supraclavicular fossa, and intercostal space are depressed at the same time, which is the three-concave sign!
Inspiratory soft tissue depression!
Not to mention the most obvious stridor, this is - laryngeal obstruction, at least third degree, no, looking at the child, it is already fourth degree!
The child has begun to suffocate. If he does not receive effective treatment, he will die from lack of oxygen within a few minutes!
The treatment was ineffective, and the priest was also quite surprised. He knelt down, looked carefully at the struggling and painful boy, and started singing again.
The magical spell that fell this time was different from last time. Among the crystal white, there was some light blue water, which washed back and forth on the boy's body, from head to toes, and then from feet to head.
"It's an antidote..."
Grete heard someone next to her say.
But the antidote was still ineffective. The boy's struggle gradually became weaker, and sweat dripped from his head and face. Even his wheezing became weaker——
The child with a swollen throat no longer had the strength to breathe.
Gretel couldn't wait any longer.
There are also problems that cannot be solved by healing techniques, detoxification techniques, and various magical techniques - or in other words, these problems cannot be solved by the magical techniques mastered by the priest in front of me. So, here I come!
He snatched the child from the hands of the frightened peasant woman and laid it flat on the ground with his back facing the sky. He tugged with his left hand, pulled off his shirt, balled it up and stuffed it behind the child's neck. Then he turned around half-kneeling and turned around from Lei who was following closely behind him.
Brother Meng quickly pulled out a dagger from his waist!
"What are you going to do!"
"Little Gretel!"
"Stop him!—stop him!"
There was a chorus of exclamations from front to back and left and right.
Without raising his head, Gretel placed his left hand on the center of the boy's neck, moved it slightly downward, and stroked it gently.
Well, here is the thyroid cartilage, and here is the cricoid cartilage. Although children are smaller than adults, have shorter necks, and do not have an Adam's apple, it is just a matter of positioning, so it is not a problem for them!
He is the deputy chief physician of the emergency department of the First People's Hospital of Province H. He has more than ten years of clinical experience!
Separate the index finger and middle finger, fix the skin on both sides of the cricothyroid membrane, hold the dagger in your right hand, point it vertically downward, and stab it with one knife!
"ah--"
The screams of the peasant woman came out together with the blood on the child's neck.
Don't pounce, don't pounce - Grete stared at the child in front of him, thinking deeply about the feeling of the knife tip, and thinking to himself. Don't pounce at this moment, give me a second, really,
I only need one second!
He put more force on his hand. The tip of the knife sank and stagnated slightly. Then, there was a faint feeling of loss in his hand - it was obvious that the dagger had pierced the cricothyroid membrane and reached the throat cavity. Wu Zhou pulled it out without hesitation.
Throw the dagger outward.
There was a hissing sound of airflow. Grete's whole body relaxed: the cricothyrotomy was completed, the airway was opened, and the first aid was successful!
This child was successfully pulled back from the edge of suffocation.
As soon as he relaxed like this, he suddenly felt weak and sore all over. A large amount of adrenaline was secreted, and high-energy phosphate bonds were hydrolyzed and broken. A large amount of energy was released like a typhoon passing through, leaving ADP and phosphoric acid everywhere. This feeling was all too familiar to Grete.
After every emergency rescue in my previous life, I was so tired that I wanted to collapse.
Next... Although there will be more troubles next, at least the child's life has been snatched back from the gate of hell!
As soon as he relaxed, a white light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes. Before Gretel could see clearly what it was, Gretel felt a sudden pain in his chest and involuntarily fell backwards. Gululu rolled several times in a row, rolling down from the top of the earth platform to the ground.
Below the earth platform.
This roll was extremely embarrassing, not only the shoulders, legs, elbows and knees were in burning pain, but also one of his shoes rolled off. Gretel raised his head blankly with his hands on the ground, and the knight who just sat under the priest held his hand.
He was holding a big sword and standing next to the child, with one left foot just retracted.
Did this...kick me down...?
Just as he was about to ask, he looked to one side and saw the priest bending down and muttering. The light blue priest's robe rippled in the candlelight, and his pure eyes were watching the child without any distractions.
"do not move!"
Gretel shouted. The priest ignored him, his lips moved slightly, and a little white light jumped out from his fingertips. In a hurry, Grete grabbed the shoes on the ground and threw them away with all his strength.
"Snapped!"
The shoe was whipped out and flew away without touching the corner of the priest's robe. However, the priest was also alarmed and took a step back. The white light on his fingertips went out silently. The knight beside him had an angry look on his face and raised his unsheathed sword again.
Aiming straight at Gretel:
"you!"
The knight shouted angrily, and on the long table behind him, the soldiers brought by the temple jumped up one after another. The fighting power of these people was much stronger than that of the city guards. After just one encounter, Gretel's arm was twisted backwards, and he was severely beaten.
Press it on the ground.
The knight approached slowly. Gretel had no time to pay attention to him. He stretched his neck desperately, crossed the knight's legs and shouted to the priest:
"Don't treat me! Do you want your child to suffocate to death?"
"--What did you say?"
"What did you say!"
The two people spoke in unison. The priest was confused, and the knight shouted angrily. Gretel tried his best to raise his head and shouted again:
"His throat is blocked! He has a cut in his neck so he can breathe! If you heal the cut, won't you let him suffocate to death!!!"
The priest was startled. He leaned down and carefully observed the struggling child on the high platform. When he saw the child's face turning from purple to purple, he murmured in a low voice: