Chapter 129 Little Gretel, stop it - have you been saved?! (Chapter 1)
"What is Gretel doing?"
"What on earth did Gretel do?"
"I don't know...I can't understand, what about you?"
"I'm not Joanna or the others. I learned from Gretel. Hey, just do what he says, he always makes sense..."
The therapists were whispering among each other. They did not wash their hands or wear masks. They were still talking to each other. The distance from the operating table was less than one meter on average. The saliva sprayed into the abdominal cavity of the injured in minutes, and the possibility of infection was just around the corner.
There 1,1,1…
If this were the case in the previous life, the circulating nurse would have kicked them all out of the operating room. However, there is no circulating nurse or head nurse here, and when there are more than two people employed, Grete can only turn a blind eye.
. He lowered his head, tried his best to ignore the comments around him, and concentrated on the operation:
"Clamping the superior mesenteric artery."
"The repair of the middle colic artery is completed."
"The right colic artery has been repaired."
"Superior mesenteric artery patency."
"The repair of the posterior intercostal artery is completed."
"The subcostal artery has been repaired..."
"The middle colon vein repair is completed..."
Grete muttered words that no one could understand, and with his fingers flying, he commanded the mage's hands to fly in the abdominal cavity. He freed, loosened, exposed blood vessels, and clamped the damaged blood vessels... Then, he signaled the priest next to him to throw a healing spell.
.
When the other party is confused, you have to use magic tricks to color it and give them instructions on where to throw it.
Even so, the workload has been reduced a lot... Grete sighed secretly. If it were in the previous life, after the blood vessel clamp was closed, he would have held tissue tweezers in one hand and a needle in the other and sutured desperately.
The thicker arteries and veins are less than half a centimeter, and the thinner ones are up to two or three millimeters. After heavy bleeding, the blood vessels become more deflated and difficult to see. But thin blood vessels does not mean that corners can be cut. How many stitches should be done?
How many stitches need to be sewn and how many knots need to be tied.
Before suturing, the outer membrane of the blood vessel must be trimmed and the blood clots in the cavity must be removed. The pulling force of each needle must be neither loose nor tight. In an operation, half of the physical strength is spent on sewing and mending.
What now?
Just one treatment and you're done.
Not even for a second.
The blood vessels heal perfectly and the walls are elastic. There is no need to worry about leaks or subsequent poor healing...
A ruler is shorter and an inch is longer. Divine magic still has its benefits.
Oh, by the way, when I have time in the future, I will do a comparative study on [thrombosis after treatment and surgical suture healing of blood vessels]...
Gretel took out a small notebook in his heart and wrote it down secretly. The mage's hands flew and quickly removed all the bleeding blood vessels he could find, and also clamped the large blood vessels that might be bleeding around the spear shaft. Gretel finally straightened up.
, and let out a breath of air:
"Wipe the sweat."
No one paid attention...
Alas, he forgot that this world is not his previous life. Several doctors (priests) he trained so hard are now sent away to do other things...
Gretel silently mourned for himself. Sure enough, the division of labor in his previous life made sense. In addition to doctors, he should train a group of nurses. At least there would be someone to hand him instruments, wear surgical clothes, wipe sweat, yell at people, eh
, let’s forget about this in the end...
He closed his eyes and calmed down. He took a half step back, turned his head slightly and looked around, assessing the fighting power of everyone present... "Anthony! Marino!"
"Here!" the two God of War priests roared. Grete felt slightly reassured: the God of War priest's combat effectiveness is reliable, and it is easy to use. He once watched his own surgery and accepted his leadership during the plague. Now, every time he shouts, he will
allow.
"Hold the injured man! Lie down on the right side! Hold him steady. Don't move. You must not move! - Bernard!"
"I am here!"
The barbarian stood outside the crowd and loudly agreed. It was like a thunderbolt in mid-air, the whole tent shook, and the simple shadowless lamp hanging on the operating table flickered, as if it was gone by his roar. Grete wiped it secretly.
Breaking into a cold sweat, I raised my voice:
"Come and help!"
With a crash, the pastors on the opposite side spread out to the left and right, like the Red Sea parting in front of Moses. Bernard rushed over: "What's the matter?"
"Hold the broken spear! Follow the direction of insertion, and don't tilt it in any direction -" Gretel didn't even dare to say "pull it out" directly, so he could only tell the details in advance and try his best to warn:
"I'll count one, two, three, and you just pull it out in the direction, as steadily as possible and as fast as possible! Don't swing left and right and damage the things next to you! Pay attention to the others! After pulling out the spear shaft, release the treatment immediately
Technique! Are you all ready?"
"Ready!"
"Hold on!"
"Wait for me to sing..."
The priests gave mixed answers.
If this had been the case in the past life, the anesthesiologist would have been facing a formidable enemy, with a row of epinephrine and various other potions in front of him, ready to pounce on him at any time. The first assistant and the second assistant each held their needle holders tightly, preparing to suture. However,
In this world, healers are chanting hard and preparing to release magical spells.
There was silence in the tent for a moment. The atmosphere gradually became more and more tense. Apart from the high or low prayers of the priests, there was only the sound of the barbarians breathing. In this silence, the sound of conversations getting closer and closer.
Sentences passed into the tent:
"Where is the person? He was carried away?... Oh no, this direction is to Little Gretel's place!"
"What? He won't start directly, right?... Let's hurry up!"
"Grete! Don't rush to treat me!"
There was a shout outside the tent. At the same time, Gretel calmly issued the command:
"one two three!"
With a swipe, the spear shaft flew out, and the white light of the healing technique immediately rushed towards him. A gurgling stream of blood flowed out of Old Barney's abdomen, and he soon calmed down a lot under the comfort of the healing technique.
"Little Gretel...hey!"
There was a sudden light in the tent. Gretel raised his head and saw the bald bishop's big, shining head from a distance, and couldn't help but feel happy:
"Mr. Bishop, you are here!"
"Can I not come?" The bald bishop rushed over angrily, as if shouting "Wait until I arrive before I open the abdomen." He rushed in, only to find that the intern had already taken advantage of the chief director. Gretel shouted at him.
:
"Master Bishop! Use the tranquility spell!"
Thank God, a high-level God of War priest finally arrived and anesthesia was finally provided! Although the injured person had been unconscious just now, but the abdomen was opened without anesthesia, it still felt weird...
Should he take the time to boil the hemp and loosen the liver? Or a similar anesthetic? To be honest, he was always a little scared to drink this kind of plant-based compound anesthetic with no control over the dose.
How about getting some ether? What is the reaction formula of ether?
"Little Gretel, you have to work hard!" The bald bishop paused and breathed a sigh of relief. He still needed a calming spell. It seems that there is no big problem on Gretel's side... Hearing Gretel shouting, he raised his power
Stick, laughed:
"Hurry up and upgrade quickly, and try to learn the tranquility technique as soon as possible!"
White light fell like a forest, framing the unconscious injured person. There was a low exclamation in the surroundings: The speed of this magical spell is close to instantaneous. It is so far away from the injured person and blocked by the crowd, but it has no effect at all.
Poor. The bald bishop's healing skills are really rare.
It's a pity that not everyone buys this. A cold snort sounded from behind the bald bishop, followed by a sarcastic mocking voice:
"——Why, you still want to poach him to the God of War Temple?!"