Chapter 127 The seven-step handwashing method is an oracle? Are you clear?
"After incision, there was no significant difference in the healing effect and treatment consumption of rabbits that were directly healed by magic. On the second day of healing, the tissue from the wound on the previous day was taken for bacterial culture. The bacterial content was the same as that of healthy rabbit tissue. , and there is no significant difference.”
This shows that after the operation is completed and the patient is healed on the spot, even if the aseptic operation requirements are not fully followed, there is a high probability that the patient will not be infected."
Priest Hilde rubbed his dizzy head and continued to read the paper. Although there were still many things he didn't understand, the person who wrote this paper was clearly superior to him in terms of his powerful imagination and rigorous logic. .This alone is worth his effort to read...
Line after line, paragraph after paragraph, after all kinds of incomprehensible analysis and drawing, he finally got to the part that he could understand. Feeling that he had found the basis, he whispered:
"So as long as you use magic to cure it on the spot, you can do whatever you want... You don't need to change clothes..."
"Keep reading." Gretel's voice came from behind. It was crisp, sharp, and decisive, with the smell of a command. But those eyes took advantage of the other party not being able to see them. Get some resources from Germany——
Anyway, the other party is the son of a big noble, and the great temple in the county and city focuses on training him, so he has money.
As for the experiment, even if the field hospital cannot cut up the rabbit, it can still make comparative observations directly on the wounded.
Priest Hilde shrank his neck and continued to read:
"The wound was fully exposed and the rabbit was healed with holy light after two hours...body temperature...healing effect...healing spell consumption...
The abdomen was opened and flushed and sutured directly. 24 hours later...the rabbit's body temperature...healing situation...the treatment consumption during healing...bacterial culture results..."
Each situation was filled with a table. At the end of the table was a curve, and after the curve there were strange calculations. Hilde was so dizzy that he could only glance at ten lines and try to skip over them, only looking at the conclusion:
"The above data shows that if the patient does not receive magical healing, or does not receive magical healing in time, the equipment and water used during the treatment will greatly affect the patient's healing process.
——For this reason, when magical treatment is insufficient or cannot be obtained, it is recommended to strictly abide by the aseptic rules in the operating room in order to promote the patient's recovery..."
Divine treatment is insufficient or cannot be obtained. Priest Hilde took a deep breath and looked around. Today's siege has just begun, and the wounded soldiers have not been sent back yet, but yesterday the tent was full of groans The wounded soldiers have revealed a cruel fact:
Treating injuries according to Gretel's method will indeed, definitely result in insufficient magical treatment, or some people will not receive treatment at all.
He handed back the paper honestly. He picked up the ugly hand-washing clothes, closed his eyes, opened his eyes, closed his eyes again, and opened his eyes again, trying hard to build himself up mentally:
"Anyway, no one is looking at me... Anyway, no one is looking at me... Anyway, no one is looking at me... Anyway, those pretty girls are busy today... No one is looking at me..."
He quickly changed into his hand-washing clothes and smoothed his forehead hair again. The flowing and smooth blond hair passed through an arc and fell quietly on his forehead. The next moment, two pieces of cloth were thrown over his head:
"Hat. Mask. Put it on!"
"Don't!" Hilde screamed. "My handsome face!"
Grete glared at him with a dark face. Hilde resisted for a while with pleading eyes before surrendering helplessly, putting on a surgical cap and a mask. Her delicate bangs were instantly crushed by the surgical cap, but Grete remained unmoved.
Invite him to go to the sink:
"Come here, I'll tell you how to wash your hands. First, wet your hands with running water, apply soap locust, palms facing each other, and rub your fingers together..."
Be satisfied, the surgical caps I provided are still blue cloth after all, and I didn’t leave a green one for you! - Hey, I think back when I was in the hospital, all the surgical caps issued were the same as hand-washing clothes.
Dark green, everyone had to show their talents and get all kinds of little flower hats...
He was slightly lost in thought while recalling, but he was not slow at all, washing his hands one by one according to the seven-step hand washing method. With a grimace, Hilde followed the instructions one by one, and after washing in the fourth step, he finally complained:
"Why bother so much...the skin has been washed off..."
Gretel: "..."
Do I need to teach you the seven-step hand washing method again?
Being a teacher is really troublesome... Hey, when I was doing missionary work in the past, what was the most convenient and intuitive way to teach the families of patients about the seven-step handwashing technique?
Grete thought for a second. Then, he pointed out with a sullen face, aiming at the mud puddle outside the door:
"Go, take a handful of mud and smear it all over the palms and backs of your hands."
Hilde:???
Stop it! Even if I disobey orders, don't torture me like this!
Grete stared at him, stared at him, tried his best to glare at him. The two people's eyes met, and they clashed for a while. Priest Hilde finally gave in and walked out dejectedly. Alas, this teacher has a really bad temper, and the high priest treated him much more gently.
…
Following Grete's order, he came back with his hands covered in mud. First he washed his hands at will, left and right. There were always sporadic mud on his hands, with a little left here and a little not washed there; he applied it again.
Once, follow the seven-step hand washing method and wash again...
"Hey! It's really clean!"
Priest Hilde raised his hands, turned them forward, turned them back, opened his fingers and looked at the gaps between them, and sighed in admiration. Gretel's command voice had already caught up with him:
"Wash again! Wash the mud thoroughly!"
"okay!"
This time, Priest Hilde answered lightly and quickly. After he finished washing, he muttered and complained against the sound of running water:
"Why bother asking me to apply mud twice... If you had told me that this is a ritual of your Order of the God of Nature, and you have to wash your hands like this before treating patients, I would have listened to you, wouldn't I..."
Gretel: "..."
You have read such a long paper, and the conclusion derived from the paper is that the law of sterility must be followed, and the sterile hand-washing method is a ritual of the religious order...
Do you think this kind of logic makes sense?
I had to put several tons of water into my brain to convince you like this - this water cannot be distilled water, nor can it be rainwater created by water-making technology...
He glared at Hilde fiercely:
"Are you, a priest of the Temple of the Goddess of Spring, willing to abide by the rituals of the Order of the God of Nature?"
"Ah? This? Hahahahahaha..."
Hilde wanted to scratch her head. As soon as she raised her hand, Grete stopped her: "Put your hand down! It doesn't go up to your shoulders! It doesn't go down to your navel! The sides don't go up to the mid-axillary line! Don't put it behind your back!"
"It's so troublesome..."
Hilde's hands were frozen in the air, not daring to go up or down. She could only secretly pray for a savior. Fortunately, a shout finally sounded outside the tent: