Captain Cullen scolded softly. Captain Flynn took a step forward, as if he wanted to block Gretel from behind. Surrounded by soldiers from the city guard, there was a burst of surprised whispers.
The little priest John let out a low cry. He then covered his mouth with his hands, but his eyes were glistening, looking at Gretel and then at the bald bishop. Every freckle on his little face was full of worry.
The bald bishop was greatly surprised.
He looked up and down, carefully looking at Grete, from the burlap waistcoat he wore like the others, to his right hand that was holding the chicken bone, to his left hand that was holding the injured man's wrist, with his fingertips resting on the pulse.
. He pondered for a moment and asked carefully:
"Child, do you know what you are doing?"
"I know."
"Then do you know how injured this person is and how he needs to be treated?"
"Severe blow to the chest, more than one rib was broken, and each rib was broken in more than one place. One rib pierced the lung." Gretel answered without hesitation: "The ribs need to be straightened, rejoined, and the damaged parts repaired.
Lungs and pleura. My healing skills can’t be that strong, so I’ll leave it to you.”
As well as adjusting blood pressure, resetting the mediastinum, and relocating the displaced lungs... Of course, after one treatment, the lungs are repaired and you can breathe normally. The mediastinum and lungs should be able to move back slowly on their own. I won’t follow you.
said.
"Then what are you doing holding this thing?"
Keep the air pressure in the chest balanced... Grete thought to himself. However, if he really wanted to explain it to the other party like this, wouldn't he have to draw an anatomy diagram first and then spend ten minutes explaining clearly what air pressure is? In case the other party couldn't understand, he would have to explain it again.
Doing a Heidelberg experiment or something would be too tricky.
Brother! People are waiting to be rescued!
"Uh... uh, it's a long story..."
Grete blinked desperately. You cure him first, and then I will explain it to you slowly? Don't worry, I'm here and I won't run away!
"Ah...Okay, okay. I'll listen to you later." The bald bishop laughed happily. He stopped asking, clasped his hands on his chest, lowered his head and murmured.
This time the prayer took countless times longer than the little priest's healing spell. Gretel felt that it lasted at least ten minutes. While listening to the injured's breathing and pressing the chicken bones to maintain pressure balance, Grete secretly sweated:
Fortunately, I refused to let go. If this person were left to you to treat, he would have died of suffocation by the time you finished chanting the healing technique!
The Bishop's move was indeed extraordinary. After the chanting, what fell was not a ray of white light, but a pattering of milky white light rain, which actually looked a little gentle.
As the light rain fell, the injured man's chest immediately swelled, his muscles stretched open, and his ribs reset, as if a pair of invisible hands were pulling and squeezing. His breathing became smoother. After a while, he took a sudden breath and began to cough up blood.
of thick phlegm.
Grete raced against time to pull out the chicken bones. As expected, the light rain dripped gently, and the wound made by the dagger disappeared in the blink of an eye.
——The treatment is really convenient.
Gretel was truly envious.
If he had this thing in his previous life, there would be no need for the patient to have an oxygen tube in his mouth and a drainage bottle hanging on his body. He would have to check the drainage volume every now and then. If he found something was wrong, he would call someone immediately...
If there are three or five such patients in one night, just keep an eye on them all night long, and don't even think about doing sit-ups.
The effect of the healing technique was immediate. As soon as the bald bishop's healing technique stopped, the previously seriously injured Knight Ciro put his hands on the ground and stood up. He took two deep breaths, enjoyed the sweetness of the air, and immediately lowered his head and saluted:
"Thank you to the great God of War."
"Thank you to the great God of War!"
The city guard soldiers and Ares priests present prayed together.
Grete lowered his head reflexively and clasped his hands together. Just when he wanted to imitate others in praying, he suddenly remembered that "his" character was a person who had been inspired by the God of Nature... What seemed wrong with thanking the God of War?
I feel like an alien.
Gretel's mind was racing and he was thinking hard about how to avoid being burned to death. On the other side, the bald bishop finally accepted Knight Ciro's gratitude, stepped forward with a smile, and pulled Gretel in front of the knight:
"Actually, you should thank this young man more. If it hadn't been for him, we might have been too late by the time we arrived."
Knight Ciro breathed a sigh of relief. He had difficulty breathing before, but he was not unconscious. He still knew what was happening around him. He heard Gretel's shouts, arguments, and asking for help, all in his ears. His chest was covered with wounds.
After one stabbing, the breathing became smoother and the effect was immediate.
But... in front of the Bishop of the God of War Temple, he went to thank a new recruit of the City Guard. Was it because he didn't want to be around anymore, or because he didn't want the kid to be around?
Fortunately, the bishop spoke. Knight Ciro turned around and grabbed Gretel:
"That's what I just wanted to say! Little Grete, thank you so much!"
"Nothing. This is what I should do."
Grete answered skillfully. His tone was calm and his expression was indifferent, just like when he saved the patient's life countless times in his previous life and accepted the thanks from the patient and his family. However, Knight Ciro was slightly stunned for a moment, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at Grete carefully.
When he spoke again, everything from the title to the tone had changed to a reciprocal tone:
"Thank you, Grete. - Well, please come to my house tonight and let me express my gratitude!"
"Well, that's not necessary...these are all things I should do..."
Gretel tried his best to refuse, and Knight Ciro thanked and invited him again and again. The bald bishop looked on with a smile for a while, then suddenly his expression straightened, he turned to the little priest John who was at the end of the team and passed by:
"John, is this the young healer you're talking about?"
Grete was stunned and quickly looked at John. Little Freckles nodded desperately at him, grinning a big smile with a bright face. Then he made another face and pouted in the direction of the Temple of the Spring Goddess.
Grete felt warm in her heart.
The Roman knight came back with a serious injury, clearly leaving behind a disaster. Although he was ruined, the relationship between his family was not. Who knows whether he will bear grudges against himself, and who knows whether he will take revenge.
——Of course, he couldn’t do it even if Gretel borrowed a knife to kill people and the necromancers were killed... After all, he was still a law-abiding citizen in his previous life...
So Captain Cullen immediately took himself back to the military camp and reported it to the superior. Now it seems that Little John also reported the matter to the Temple of the God of War, and it seemed that he also wanted to seek shelter and protection for himself.
Gretel nodded gratefully to Little John. The bald bishop saw all their interactions and did not find out the details on the spot. Instead, he made an invitation:
"Hello, young healer. What you did just now is very interesting. We have also encountered many soldiers who unfortunately died without treatment. Can you tell us in detail the method you used?"