Grete's voice rose high. At the same time, Little John was running out to get saline solution, and these words were transmitted directly to the hall outside through the open door.
"What, can you really live?!"
"Very good!"
A large group of people were already crowded in the hall. The two men who brought the injured, the injured's wife, children, brothers, the family of the child whom the injured rescued... The adults cried, the children screamed, and there was a quarrel. Pharmacist Lin
Ge desperately tried to maintain order, but to no avail. He only worked himself up to the point of sweating profusely.
As soon as Little John opened the door, more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked over at the same time. Hearing Gretel shout "He can survive", everyone was surprised and there was a sensation. The two people who were close ran inside:
"Really? Really? How are you now? Are you okay?"
"-Don't let them in!"
Gretel screamed. This is an operating room! How can the patient's family members just enter?
No more sterility principles in the operating room!
Little John quickly stopped and stretched out his arms to block the two men. Unfortunately, he was just a trainee priest. His small body could not block him here, but he could not block him there. He was rushed by the two men at full speed and thumped.
He stumbled backwards.
He had no choice but to grab someone's clothes with one hand, raise his voice, and struggle to shout:
"Don't go in! Don't go in! The treatment hasn't been completed yet!"
Gretel knew something was wrong when he heard this voice. He was agitated, and it was only then that he realized what he had overlooked:
This is not a previous life!
It's not like he was in a hospital before. People were coming and going in the emergency department, security guards were patrolling back and forth, and the operating room was full of obstacles!
From top to bottom, there are six people here including him!
All five doctors (priests) entered the operating room, leaving only one pharmacist outside. He could not be beaten, and he could not be yelled at!
He should at least get another security guard!
"Don't come in!"
Gretel had his back to the door of the operating room and could not get away, so he could only shout at a higher volume. Little John struggled alone and stepped back step by step. Seeing that he had already retreated past the door frame of the operating room, Pastor Patrick suddenly stepped forward and opened the two doors.
an arm——
"go out!"
"go out!"
This God of War priest has been stuck at level four for several years. Instead, he is a warrior and has broken through level five in one breath. This move was completely overwhelming. He threw people out one by one and blocked the door and shouted.
:
"No entry! Do you hear me? If you break in again, you will throw the wounded out together and we will die!"
As soon as this loud voice came out, he was in the same vein as the bald bishop, and the whole two-story building buzzed with his roar. After shouting in one breath, he slammed the door with a bang:
"Did you hear that? No one is allowed in!"
This roar finally shook the place. Gretel was able to continue the operation in peace, while stroking his intestines and explaining to the priests:
"When you encounter a seriously injured patient, especially if there is more than one injury on the whole body, and everything seems to be urgent, there is a treatment order. In short, wherever the patient dies faster, treat it first..."
"To put it simply, we first look at the heartbeat and breathing. If these two are missing, the person will die within three minutes;
Next, look at the abdomen. If the internal organs are bleeding profusely, death will be faster, only a little slower than the heartbeat and breathing;
Next is the spine, head, pelvis, arteries, and nerves. If treated in this order, the probability of death is the lowest..."
The four pastors all pricked up their ears, listened hard, and memorized hard. Patrick suddenly asked:
"I have treated someone who was trampled by a horse before... There was no bleeding anymore and the person could stand up, but then he suddenly fell down and died. Could it be that... I didn't pay attention to the internal bleeding?"
That man... was his neighbor, his comrade. In the war three years ago, when he was on the battlefield, the man pushed him away with all his strength, but he fell under the horse's hooves. He had exhausted his healing skills back then,
Finally stopped the other party's bleeding, but still watched him die...
From that day on, the level of priests was not allowed to advance even to this day.
Huh? He's very understanding! Grete glanced at him appreciatively. However, when faced with his question, he didn't even think about it and just shook his head:
"I can't say since I haven't seen the patient. It's possible that the internal organs may be damaged, or there may be brain damage. There may even be more secretive situations. If you encounter this kind of patient, you can only be said to be unlucky. It's not that you haven't done anything well.
."
In their previous life, they had treated an old man in the hospital. He came in horizontally and went out vertically. The patient was satisfied and his family felt at ease. The old man walked to the payment window to pay by himself. Then before he could reach the queue, he fell down and died.
…
died……
The final diagnosis was a ruptured aorta. Where can I explain this? The man was admitted to the hospital with a broken thigh!
Patrick was deep in thought. Grete let him go in a daze, and he worked through the intestines section by section, repairing the damage, pouring saline to flush, and checking for active bleeding. After all was completed, he wiped his sweat:
"Joanna, go and send a message to the teacher - tell him that he can come later and bring me the oak stick first."
"Patrick, stand in Joanna's position and watch the patient's heartbeat and breathing. If you have any questions, call me at any time!"
"Ai Wen, prepare to close the abdomen... Save a little, use the treatment for minor injuries first, and follow my instructions. The abdomen must be closed layer by layer, from the inside out, don't throw the treatment indiscriminately. Come on,
First close this layer, which is this sparse membrane..."
"What will happen if you just throw the healing spell?"
Patrick suddenly asked. Slater stared at the slowly healing omentum and answered casually:
"The seams are not aligned properly, the inner layer cannot grow, the inner and outer layers stick together diagonally, or the intestines stick together...or the intestines leak into the cracks from the wrong seams...all kinds of troubles arise.
Who knows what may happen."
Patrick silently shut up and watched Grete's hands flying, using the mage's hands to pull the muscles and skin of the injured, closing them layer by layer, and then shouted to Alvin to use the healing technique. While pulling, he explained:
"This is the internal oblique muscle...this is the rectus abdominis, transversus abdominis, and external oblique muscle...I took time when cutting before, otherwise, it should be separated layer by layer..."
The abdomen was closed here, and on the other side, Joanna's goshawk gave a clear cry, folded its wings, and flew down to the window sill with an oak staff. The window lattice clicked, and Grete looked up and saw it, and he was immediately overjoyed:
"We're here! Bring it in quickly!"
The teacher’s oak cane!
A light source that detects magic!
The radioactive source of x-rays!
Just when he had finished treating the abdominal injury and was about to start treating the two legs, the things arrived!
"Come on, come on, help this man up and let him lie on his side!" Grete gave orders like a rapid fire:
"Put the oak staff behind your back. I'll take a look at the bones first - you all also enter the meditative field of vision, take a look at it clearly -
Well, the skull is fine, the cervical spine is normal, the spine is normal, the ribs are not broken, and there is nothing wrong with the pelvis. Thank God, that’s great!
Okay, let’s lay him flat and let me see how the two legs are broken, so that it can be easily reattached——”
In the slightly darkened meditation field of view, there are 206 bones from head to toe. Those things that I had to memorize in the past month were clearly visible under the white light at this moment.
"So he looks like this..."
Priest Donald, who was pampered and had never broken an arm or leg with his own hands, muttered to himself.
"No wonder we have to find a teacher..." Joanna clenched her palms. There was only one level left, and her oak staff was still usable, so she didn't have to go all the way to ask for help from the elders.
"So...that's it..." Patrick stared at the bones in his meditation field of vision, unwilling to blink at all. If he had known it earlier, if he could have seen it earlier...
Old Walter, Carl, Ron, your legs...
Is it possible to stop being lame?
"Hey! Don't be in a daze!" A drop of water was thrown on his face. Patrick came back to his senses and saw the translucent mage's hand slowly fade away, but it was Gretel who shook the drop of water on his face:
"Come to your senses! Help me carry my thigh!"
A high-level warrior!
The perfect coolie!
I asked you to come here just to help me carry my thighs!