Grete sat in the treatment center all morning. For half a day, the treatment center was completely clean. Not even a person with a cold or cough came to the door. Grete was gearing up and making all preparations. However, after waiting for a long time, there was only a sparrow on the threshold.
Jump, and was teased by the trainee priest sitting at the door to come in and play.
It’s true that there are only a few people around.
Well... As a doctor, you really shouldn't expect anyone to get sick or injured. Even if there is no emergency rescue during the night shift, it is worth offering a few apples and two more cartons of milk to the night shift god.
But...if I had known this, I might as well have done animal experiments at home...
Grete decided to take the initiative. He changed out of his priest's robe, put down his oak staff, put on his magician's badge, and wandered to the fleet station with Bernard.
No matter what, as long as the fleet is still parked in the port, someone will be training, and while someone is training, someone will be injured... If it doesn't work, there will always be bruises, right?
He was familiar with the road and walked in through the door of the wounded barracks. In order to test sodium ascorbate, Gretel had been running for more than ten days in a row. He was already familiar with the guard enough that he could go in and out with a face recognition. After just saying hello, he and the barbarian
Together we walked along the edge of the dormitory and reached the training ground.
The training ground was in full swing.
The training ground for the parliamentary fleet is located on the seaside, half water and half land. At this moment, two dhows are parked side by side at the pier. A springboard is set up in the middle. A group of reserve sailors, under the instruction of the instructor, climb the mast and pull the
The sailors were very busy. Looking at the movements, they should be one team attacking and the other defending, simulating a gang-hopping battle.
There was another group of sailors who were older and more roughly dressed. They were carrying barrels and wooden boxes, shouting slogans one, two, one, two, and running in circles in the training ground. There were also two groups, about one to twenty.
A sailor is sitting on a long boat on the flat ground, holding a wooden oar in his hand and rowing hard.
Hot sweat was steaming from everyone's head, and white mist was puffing out every time they breathed in. The temperature of the entire training ground seemed to be one or two degrees higher than that on the sidelines.
Grete walked as close to the sidelines as possible. The runners should not be injured, and the rowers should not be injured either. The group that simulated combat seemed a bit dangerous... Maybe he should go there and take a look?
He walked around cautiously. Just halfway, he suddenly heard an order not far away:
"Fireball! Lie down!"
Gretel paused, and before he could see his surroundings clearly, he was thrown to the ground by the barbarian...
"Ouch……"
Grete let out a small cry of pain. However, as soon as the sound left his mouth, it was drowned in a scream of fear:
"Hide quickly! - Lord Bishop!"
"boom!!!"
A blazing red fireball went straight and detonated close to the mast. Apparently the magician in charge of the exercise accidentally missed it. The deck was shattered and the hull flew across. The ship was so dilapidated that it could only be used to train sailors.
The mast of the schooner creaked and fell down, and was about to hit the sailors below.
"Bernard! Help!"
Gretel screamed. With a slight movement on his body, the barbarian rushed out like a cannonball and headed towards the mast. However, what was faster than him was a sharp white light:
"fla——"
The white light arrived first, and with thunderous thunder, it hit the side of the mast hard. The thick oak mast was actually hit by a white light and was deflected two feet. It grazed the shocked young trainee and fell with a crash, splashing gravel and debris all over the ground.
dust.
At the same time, people shot up on the sidelines of the training ground, and more than one knight rushed out. Gretel even saw William Gunson, the fleet logistics officer who had dealt with him, also among the crowd, running and shouting:
"Bishop Upton! Help!!!"
"Me too!" Gretel got up and rushed forward.
A seventh-level war priest, a seventh-level barbarian warrior, and three or four knights took action together. Soon, more than twenty injured sailors were picked up and lined up in a row.
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Two were knocked unconscious and fell into the water, three were burned in the fireball explosion, a dozen were injured by various wood chips and iron nails, some were bleeding, some were scratched, and some were injured...
Then, the logistics chief turned his expectant eyes to the bishop:
"Bishop Upton, please—eh?"
On the far right side of the queue of wounded soldiers, Gretel is already lying on the ground, pulling Bernard to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the wounded soldiers...
"Young man, who are you?"
The bishop blurted out and asked. Grete raised his head in his busy schedule:
"I am also a healer! - The one next to you is the most seriously injured, save him first!"
"good!"
Bishop Ares had no time to question, and immediately lowered his head to check the condition of the injured, and activated the treatment. After four or five magical spells in a row, one soldier who vomited blood, two who were seriously burned, and a soldier with a broken leg were jumping around and returned to their original state. Bishop Ampton was relieved.
After taking a breath, he looked back at Gretel:
"What are you doing?"
In the temporary tent set up, Grete was shaking out a big green cloth and covering the injured person lying on the long table...
"There is an iron nail stuck in his collarbone. I need to take it out." Grete replied without raising his head. As his footsteps turned, one, two, three, four, four big green cloths had already covered the injured person.
It was so tight that only a piece of his chest was left. He was still explaining to the injured:
"Just lie down. It doesn't hurt. Don't be afraid. Just lie down and don't move. I won't tie you up, okay?"
"good……"
A muffled reply came from under the piece of cloth. Bishop Apton became curious and quickly took a look. As soon as he arrived at the door of the tent, he saw Gretel taking out a small knife. The silver light shone and was extremely sharp, and he stabbed the injured man's collarbone.
I compared it nearby.
"You..." Wait! You don't even use the magic to relieve pain! The bishop spoke to stop him. Just after he said a word, Gretel pointed the tip of the knife at the injured man's collarbone, and sang in a low voice, which sounded familiar and...
Some unfamiliar spell waves fell immediately.
He slashed the knife down. Bishop Upton clearly saw that the injured man lying on the table trembled slightly, but his muscles did not tighten, nor did he let out a sharp cry of pain - it didn't hurt, it really didn't hurt!
"Are you [delaying pain]? Why is it different? The spell fluctuations are much smaller?" The bishop forgot his emotions for a moment and blurted out to ask. He immediately reacted, smiled and waved his hand, indicating that Gretel did not need to answer. However, almost immediately
, the God of War Bishop opened his eyes wide again and took a few steps forward:
"What are you doing? - Isn't it just a nail? Why are you cutting his flesh? If you are not sure, I will pull it out!"
"Don't touch him!"
The location of this iron nail is too small. It penetrates diagonally below the clavicle and is inserted between the subclavian vein and subclavian artery. Then diagonally to the side, the external jugular vein, suprascapular vein, suprascapular artery,
The supraclavicular nerve, a mass of blood vessels and nerves, was squeezed into a ball. The magic detection was turned on, and when he saw the location of the iron nail, he was sweating!
It's lucky that the sailor didn't die!
He was afraid that the bishop would be careless, so he hurriedly flew the scalpel, cut the skin, and fixed the iron nail with the mage's hand. Then he used the mage's hand to hold the retractor, separated it layer by layer, and opened the platysma and sternocleidomastoid muscles.
With a wave of his hand, several mage hands transformed into blood vessel forceps, brushing and closing the surrounding blood vessels one by one.
"Okay, you can pull it out now!"
"I'll come, I'll come!"
Bishop Ampton rushed up, the white light in his right hand flashed, and pinched the iron nail. Gretel glanced at it, but did not stop it. The bishop pulled it up hard, and with a whoosh, a small stream of blood suddenly came out.
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Gretel had a piece of gauze waiting nearby. When he saw the blood flowing out, he pressed it on it. Then he took out a small silver rod and put the glass wire at the tip of the silver rod near the wound!
"Treat minor injuries! Treat blood vessel abrasions!"
Open the suprascapular artery! No active bleeding! Open the subclavian artery! No active bleeding! Open the suprascapular vein, external jugular vein, subclavian vein...
Each mage's hand opened, moved, and disappeared. Gretel finally let go of the hook and leaned back:
"No problem. Lord Bishop, I'll leave it to you..."
"I'll do it, I'll do it!" Bishop Ampton stepped up to take over:
"Hey, you pulled out the nail beautifully. You cut it several times, but there was so little bleeding!"
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