Chapter 130 Little Gretel, you need to practice more! (Chapter 2)
Behind the bald bishop, an imposing old man was sarcastic. Not only was he sarcastic, he also raised the oak stick in his hand and slapped the bald head in front of him:
"He is a member of our Deism!"
"Hehe~~~"
The bald bishop didn't even look back. He picked up the scepter in his hand and raised it high above his head. The oak staff hit the metal scepter, one sank, the other rose, and each bounced away. With a half-muffled sound, the old man gently moved towards
After leaning back, the bald bishop took half a step forward, his knees slightly bent, and there was a mud mark half a finger deep under his feet.
The crowd automatically separated again, making way for them, and dispersed faster than when Bernard came over just now. Gretel happened to glance ahead, and when he saw this scene, he was immediately stunned:
Why did you start taking action?
Are you really fighting or pretending to fight?
Can I think this is robbing me? Should I shout: "Don't hit me -"
The bald bishop and the elder of the Natural God Church had a half-truth collision, and went straight to the operating table. The crowd separated, and the old man saw that the spear shaft had been pulled out from a distance, and he was suddenly shocked:
"Why did you do it?! You are so courageous! You..."
He stopped talking for a moment. His eyes moved and looked at the chest of the injured man on the stage, which was still rising slightly, and the blood in his abdomen, which had almost stopped gushing out. His neck was mechanically twisting sideways inch by inch. Gretel was a few meters away.
, I also felt and heard the creaking sound of my cervical vertebrae:
"You actually saved him! Well done! I wasn't even sure!"
The look of surprise and the abruptness of the turn were like the chief director who rushed in shouting "I'll do the dissection when I get there" and saw that the intern had already started and finished the work beautifully. But, not sure?
You are too humble, Chief Director... No, Great Elder Grete bowed his head and thanked:
"Uh... I haven't finished yet... Are you two coming next?"
"You continue!" the old man interrupted. "Little Grete, you continue to do your job! I'm here to watch. Don't worry, if there is any problem, I will have my healing skills to support you! I want to take a look.
, are you as magical as Erwin said!"
Is he an acquaintance of the teacher?!
Grete quickly raised his eyes. His vision, which had improved again after time travel, swept past the oak staff in the old man's hand: one, two, three, four, five... five pairs of green leaves, well, they are the tenth-level priest of the God of Nature. Remember to plant oak trees.
When I was using the cane, the teacher mentioned a person named "Old Heath", was it him?
In any case, it is always good to have the support of an elder. Gretel nodded politely to the old man and continued to work. It was impossible to chat, and the injured was still lying on the operating table——
Although the operation has gone smoothly so far, he is always a little panicked because there is no ECG monitoring, no blood pressure monitoring, no pure oxygen, and no anesthesiologist checking his vital signs. Besides, even if he can tell jokes on the operating table,
To whom?
So lonely...
The only way to relieve his worries was to work. Gretel lowered his head and glanced at the abdominal cavity of the injured. Time was tight just now, and only the larger blood vessels were treated, and the damage to small blood vessels and organs had not been repaired. Now he breathed a sigh of relief,
Finally we can take action...
"How is old Barney?" Gretel didn't want to chat, but someone insisted on asking. The old man on the opposite side muttered something, and the oak staff moved forward a little, and a thin green vine protruded from the head of the staff, and it covered the old man with a green leaf.
Barney's neck. The bald bishop was a step too slow and had to ask:
"Where is the injury?"
"The injury is not bad." Grete replied confidently under the mask:
"After the foreign body entered the abdomen, it passed through the transverse mesocolon and small intestine, tearing the ileum, transverse colon, anterior duodenum, right ureter, contusion of the right kidney, and pierced the psoas muscle next to the transverse process of the spine. Oops.
...The ureter needs to be repaired..."
Wha...what?
The bald bishop was confused. Except for "right kidney" and "spine", this series of nouns in his ears were just a bunch of unintelligible noise. Then he turned his head and looked to the side. The man from the Natural God Church was also full of confusion.
It seemed like he didn't understand at all.
The two high-level healers looked at each other, feeling sympathy for each other, and each smiled softly. Looking at Gretel again, the young man looked solemn, lowered his head and looked down, gently flipping his fingers. Following the pull of gestures and mental power, several mage hands
, and turned gently again.
The mage's hand is a semi-entity formed by magic power. The advantage is that it is not stained with blood, but the disadvantage is that it is not stained with blood - so it is always translucent, and it is completely invisible in the messy and bloody abdominal cavity.
where.
Besides, it's useless even if you see the mage's hand... The bloody mass in the injured person's abdominal cavity, in the eyes of the bald bishop, is either the intestines or the intestines...
But Gretel obviously knew what he was doing. The mage's hand turned left and right from the abdominal cavity, and pulled out two thin tubes. Gretel held the scissors, carefully trimmed the fracture, and pulled the two sides to fit together.
, turned around:
"Heal minor injuries!"
"Treat minor injuries?!" the old man from the Natural God Cult blurted out. A spear was pierced through the abdomen, and blood flowed all over the ground. Even for him, a [Treat Serious Injuries] might not be able to pull it up. The young man in front of him asked.
Just treating minor injuries?
However, reality gave him the answer. The white light flickered softly, and a shot of the lowest-level healing technique in the magic was used to slightly injure. The two tubes squirmed and merged on the spot, becoming one. The mage's hand groped upward along the tube.
After a while, another kidney was held up:
"Treat minor... no, minor injuries!" The kidneys are still very important. If the outside is cured but the inside is not, it will be a big trouble. Fortunately, there are many people around, so don't be stingy with the treatment. Go ahead!
Duodenum, transverse colon, ileum...Grete lifted out the damaged organs section by section, calling for treatment again and again. The workload of the intestines was not huge, but no damage could be missed, and the connection between nerves and lymph
It was even more annoying. He smoothed everything he could from top to bottom. When he finally finished repairing it, his feet shook and he was already soaked to the skin.
A hand caught him in time. The bald bishop laughed and said:
"Little Grete, you can't do it! Your body is so weak, why not come to our God of War Temple and practice hard!"
Gretel: "..."
Can I throw him out?
Can it be done? Can it be done?
Forget it, I can’t beat it...
But fortunately, he couldn't beat him, and someone could beat him. With a loud bang, the bald bishop was thrown far out of the tent, and held Gretel with his other hand:
"Are you done yet? It's not like our Natural God Church doesn't have ways to train our bodies - little Gretel, after this battle is over, you can practice hard with Bernard! Bernard, look at him!"
"teacher!"
Gretel complained. The next second, half of his mask was torn off, and a piece of fruit was stuffed into his mouth, which made his whole face distorted with soreness. The barbarian beside him responded in a low voice: