Chapter 1917 Don’t worry, I’ll be fine when I’m here
Chapter 1924 Don’t worry, I’ll be fine when I’m here
The clatter of hoofbeats brought up a plume of smoke and dust, rushing straight to the hall door.
He ran closer and closer, getting shorter and shorter. When he reached the door of the hall, the Silver Moon Deer had shrunk into the shape of a young deer. Gretel, who was sitting on it, had already touched the ground with his feet. He turned over and got off the deer, and ran forward in big strides:
"Where are the people?"
"Here! Here!"
The tern Baka flew down, flapped its wings, and led the way. Grete quickly followed behind, nodded to his own grandfather, and headed straight in.
When passing by the hall, I glanced sideways and saw that there were low moans in the hall and in the rooms on the side of the hall. The smell of blood was blowing in the wind. I frowned and threw the oak stick inside:
"A Shu, help me with the treatment first! When Sister Yue Ge and the others come over, you will be responsible for completing the examination and letting them treat me!"
As he spoke, he followed behind Tern Baka and continued to run in. When he said the first word, he was still at the entrance of the hall. When he said the last word, he had already run through the double portal.
As for the oak stick, it flew across seven or eight meters, stood upright on its own, and stuck into the ground. The roots cracked, pierced the floor, and penetrated into the soil. The pole lifted up, became thicker, spread its branches and leaves, and sprinkled a misty sky.
Light group:
"Come! Come all!"
There was an instant commotion in the hall. How pitiful it is that these wounded soldiers of the White Wolf family have not enjoyed such abundant treatment resources for a long time——
The relationship with the Holy See has deteriorated, which is why there are few medical resources.
Even if a large number of healers are local people, even children of local nobles, and even if they are supported by ascetic monks who are justified by faith, when the war starts, the medical resources will not be enough.
There are few healers, especially top healers. There are so few top healers who can handle the injuries of high-level warriors that it makes people cry. No, [White Wolf] William was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and a large number of healers were busy trying to save his life.
, others are just...
The ball of light shone down, and if nothing else, at least the wounded soldiers lying in the corner by the wall of the hall began to feel pain relief, the wounds began to stop bleeding, and some small wounds on the body surface began to heal.
Those who were seriously injured and felt like they were about to die began to breathe more steadily and their bodies began to feel lighter. It felt like being picked up by a hand from the team heading towards the River Styx and gently placed on them.
rear:
There is help!
There is help...
In an instant, the seriously injured people twisted and struggled to get close to the big tree. The lightly injured people turned around and went in. They were lifted, carried, and supported as much as they could, and they tried their best to get them to the vicinity of the life-saving tree.
Only the oak staff standing in the center, forced to transform into a medical center, with the leaves shaking, was very unhappy:
Why don't you take me?
Why don't you take me?
Just throw me in!
Ashe Yuege can also cure it, Appa can also cure it, and Idian can help with it, so why should I be left out!!!
Through the contract, he complained and cursed desperately. Gretel turned a deaf ear and hurried to the inner room, stood in front of the old man lying on the bed, raised his hand, and a white light fell, and the life monitoring light screen immediately unfolded:
"Blood pressure... 85/55, which is very low. Heart rate, 95, respiration 33, blood oxygen 89... It's not easy to hold on until now. Thank you for your hard work!"
Gretel sincerely thanked the old man for his hard work. He also expressed his gratitude to the seriously injured old man on the bed, and also to the healers who had been releasing healing spells to save the old man's life.
When he glanced over, he could see a large and shocking blood stain on the old man's chest. When he inhaled, the chest wall sunk in, but when he exhaled, the chest wall bulged out.
In surgery, this is the standard flail chest, which is seen when multiple rib fractures cause the local chest wall to lose complete rib support and soften, causing abnormal movement during spontaneous breathing.
In this case, the wounded will develop a state of hypoventilation and even induce respiratory failure... The ability to survive until now is partly due to the Sky Knight's tenacious vitality and willpower, and on the other hand, it is really not easy for the healers.
Okay, let’s put on the oxygen first!
He raised his hand again, and a set of automatic oxygen supply equipment refined by the Alchemy Guild fell and unfolded. Bubbles popped out of the glass jar, and bubbles continued to bubble to the surface.
A vine snakes through the glass tube. The other end rises high and transforms into a translucent green mask that clings to the old man's face:
"Grandpa, please take some oxygen first. It will make you feel better and make your breathing less laborious." Gretel said softly.
As he spoke, he raised his hand again, and the old man floated with his hand, hanging in the air. At the same time, a bright talisman and a mirror flew out on their own at the same time, suspended with the old man as the axis, and orbited relative to each other——
Grete stared at the old injured man hanging in the air without blinking, pressing one hand on the small tower-shaped box next to him.
The amulet and the mirror turned around, and the amulet returned to Gretel's hand. The mirror fell down and was embedded in the groove on the top of the small box. After a buzzing sound, another piece of light and shadow silently lit up:
"The fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh ribs on the left side were fractured in multiple places, the fifth, sixth, and seventh ribs on the right side were fractured in multiple places, and the sternum was fractured... Good guy." Grete sighed softly:
"Collapse of the chest wall, extensive contusion of the left lung, 1/2 contusion of the right lung, and hemorrhage in the chest... There was a penetrating injury on the left chest. Fortunately, it was forcibly healed in time and did not cause pneumothorax, but hemothorax is also very troublesome..."
Being able to hold on for two days is most likely due to his own strong vitality and the fact that he regularly throws out healing spells regardless of the cost, so he can hang on to this life forcefully!
"Don't worry, once I'm here, there won't be any big problems." Grete reached out and flicked his hand on the space belt, holding a small arch model carved from ivory, a piece of polished marble and...a scalpel.
Wherever the mind moved, the mage's mansion, no, Gretel's hospital technique, instantly opened a slightly glowing entrance in the room.
Two invisible servants then appeared, one behind the other, carrying the floating injured into the hospital and into the operating room:
"Serila, help draw blood and test it!"
"okay!"
"Bernard, come in! Help move the patient!"
"coming!"
"Sister Yue Ge, Appa, you handle the wounded outside! I leave it to you!"
"rest assured!"
One voice after another responded. Gretel took a deep breath, flicked his fingertips, and white light fell like rain on the old man:
Pairs of invisible hands were buried deep inside the old man's body, holding the broken ribs and sternum one after another. They pulled them apart, aligned them, and reset them. White light penetrated to promote the accelerated growth of these broken bones and complete their healing.
Then, the tip of a long needle, with a faint brilliance and blessed with advanced sharpness skills, pierced the chest. A vine was attached to the back of the needle tip and was immersed in the glass bottle. For a moment, drops of dirty blood were scattered into the clear water.
"Analgesia, rib fixation, chest closed drainage..." Grete stared at the changing numbers on the light screen, watching the blood oxygen saturation rise slowly, and breathed a sigh of relief:
"Next, it's time to treat the lungs..."
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