Judging from the seats in the hall, it is obvious that the priest has the highest status among this group of people.
He said "let go", and even the knight did not refute, and took a step back to the side with a sullen face. The restraint on Grete's body was immediately released, he staggered to his feet, nodded meaningfully to the priest, and crawled towards the child.
Run in front of you.
"Hmph! How rude..."
The knight snorted coldly. The priest interrupted him in a low voice: "Stop talking, look!"
Grete's run could not have been more timely. He was only two or three steps away when the boy who had been cut with a knife in his neck woke up from a dream, his limbs fluttered and cried loudly. Although he cried fiercely, he could not make any sound.
As for the child, he became more and more frightened, crying, his arms and legs twitching, and he was about to lose his breath again.
Gretel rushed over at this moment. He jumped forward and pressed his whole body on the child, using his weight to hold down the two calves. Then, he grabbed the child's arms with one hand and stroked his cheek with the other.
, repeatedly comforting:
"Don't be afraid, you're okay, you're okay... you'll be fine after you take a breath... don't be afraid, don't be afraid... breathe with me, breathe in... breathe in... breathe in..."
The voice went from high to low, from rapid to slow, and was full of concern. The child was really comforted by him, opened his big round eyes, and started breathing following his voice. Inhale, exhale,
Inhale again, exhale again...
After a while, the convulsions gradually stopped, and his demeanor became much calmer.
It is not written in the surgical textbooks and diagnosis and treatment guides. This technique was taught orally and heart-to-heart by Grete's teacher in his previous life, the old director of the emergency department. - Tracheotomy without anesthesia. After the operation is completed, the patient must be calmed!
Already suffocating due to lack of oxygen, a knife was suddenly cut on the neck. The patient struggled in panic and consumed oxygen faster. If he was not comforted, he would go into shock every minute.
...By the way, you also need to appease your family members and people around you... Otherwise, if you put down the knife here, you will be beaten up by the brave people there, or even handcuffed by the police. Don't say you didn't predict what you said.
Grete's thoughts were flowing, and he was filled with emotions. He either forgot the teacher's instructions just now, or he was beaten out by the knight before he had time to do it. Finally, the knight was merciful and did not kill him on the spot, otherwise, he estimated that
I have to travel through it again.
Thinking of the knight, I heard the knight talking behind me. His voice was low, and it sounded like he was whispering to the priest next to him:
"Can someone save someone if they cut their neck?"
"...I have never seen such a treatment." The priest replied. Perhaps because of his profession of spellcasting, the priest's voice was soothing and clear, which was quite different from the knight's deep and deep voice. Even if it was the first day Gretel met them
, and can also immediately distinguish the voices of two people:
"However, he is quite confident. Moreover, the child is indeed no longer holding his breath, and his neck was cut open, and he did not immediately bleed to death..."
That's for sure. I've been familiar with the anatomy of the neck since I was in college. If cricothyrotomy can actually cut the carotid artery and large blood vessels, I can just die!
Gretel complained silently.
After he comforted the boy in his arms, he breathed a sigh of relief and straightened up. The priest had been watching with interest. Seeing him stop, he couldn't help but ask:
"Is this good?"
"Morning." Grete replied with a slight breath. He looked around and didn't see what he was looking for, so he knelt on the ground, raised his head, and shouted to the crowd watching:
"Give me the tube! Hard! Clean! - Quick!"
"Did you hear that? Hard pipe! Clean one! Find it quickly!"
A rich voice interface. Grete glanced at it and saw that it was Uncle Edmund, the farmer who had brought them in earlier. This farmer was very prestigious on the farm. When he gave the order, seven or eight people ran away, obviously going.
Looking for something.
Gretel was slightly relieved. He turned around and saw the peasant woman who rushed in with her child huddled aside with tears on her face. She wanted to reach out to hug the child but didn't dare to. He breathed out and asked her softly:
"When did the child start to feel uncomfortable?"
"During dinner... then it became increasingly difficult, so I..."
The onset of illness took about an hour. Gretel silently wrote down a medical history in his mind, and then asked:
"What did you eat for dinner? What did you drink? Is there anything unusual?"
"Black bread, beans... we all eat them together, every day, and everything was fine before..."
"So, have you come across anything rare? Where is it being painted nearby? What fruits have you picked? What flowers have you come across?"
Grete patiently continued to ask. He was used to looking for allergens and so on. He asked about everything from his diet to his surroundings, whether he had touched, touched, or smelled anything strange, and whether he had done anything unusual.
Everything you do is down to the smallest detail, and you have to ask about everything, and don’t let go of any details.
I remember once rescuing a patient with severe allergies. The cause of the allergy was finally found to be that when the patient was walking past a fruit stand, a gust of wind happened to blow over him...
Peach hair allergy.
The doctor was forced to become a celebrity detective.
He spoke softly and asked carefully one by one, and the peasant woman kept shaking her head with tears in her eyes. As Grete asked, he focused half his attention on the child, and also answered the priest's questions:
"What do you want the tube for?"
"Insert it into the trachea! - Where's the tube! Why isn't it here yet?"
"I'm coming!"
A man ran out of the kitchen. He opened his left hand outwards and waved it hard to signal the people around him to spread out and stay out of the way. He held something high in his right hand. He ran closer, panting, and put a hand into Grete's hand.
plug:
"Here comes the pipe! Let's see if it works! - I can clean it easily!"
Gretel lowered his head. In the palm of his hand, there lay a chicken leg bone quietly, with both ends cut off to reveal the hollow interior. Gretel glanced at the bone sideways, and the marrow in the center of the leg bone was almost clean.
See the candlelight coming from the other side.
...Okay, let's make do.
There is no sterile packaging, polyvinyl chloride disposable endotracheal tube, not even a piece of bamboo - bamboo probably does not grow on this land - there is a hollow chicken bone, let's use it first.
Grete shrugged. He rubbed his thumb on the cut of the chicken leg bone, frowned, and handed the bone back:
"The cut is too sharp. Smooth it out a little."
"this……"
Uncle Edmund was in a dilemma. A hand was gently and deftly stretched out from beside him, but it was the priest who took the chicken bone from Gretel's palm and handed it to the knight:
"Roman, please help me."
The Roman knight's face darkened again. Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand to take the chicken bone, rubbed the pad of his right thumb on the incision, turned it over, and rubbed it again. The bone fragments fell, and the two ends of the chicken leg bones were covered.
The sharp cuts made by the kitchen knife become smooth visibly to the naked eye.
Gretel opened his eyes wide and couldn't help but let out a soft "Wow".
Just rub it with your hands!
The thumb replaces the whetstone!
Just so gently!
Are the knights in this world physically so strong?
Before he could close his open mouth, the priest had already handed back the ground chicken bones. While handing it over, he asked curiously:
"Insert the trachea? How? Why do you want to insert it?"