Following the cheers of the young priest, the sounds of exhalation sounded one after another around Wu Zhou.
The young man who was kneeling on his knees and holding the intestines of the injured man immediately lowered his head. He raised his hands a little higher and murmured softly:
"The God of War is upon us!"
"Here comes the God of War!" On the other side, the red-haired archer pressing the injured man's arm also echoed. Then, he raised his head and praised sincerely:
"Little Gretel, you are great!"
Wu Zhou didn't feel happy at all. He focused all his energy on his fingers: the liver hilus was extremely fragile, and he couldn't stop the bleeding if he applied too little force. If he applied too much force, once the liver hilus was torn off, massive bleeding would follow.
The control of strength depends entirely on the surgeon's experience and intuition.
Moreover, even if the bleeding is temporarily stopped, it is only the first step in a long journey of thousands of miles, and there is still a lot of things to do later!
Footsteps sounded all the way behind. The soldier who was sent by Wu Zhou to boil water passed by with a bucket and prayed "God of War is above", and then hesitantly asked with some anxiety:
"Little Gretel, will this... make it better?"
Will this be good?
Don’t even think about it!
Wu Zhou frowned tightly. Hepatic blood flow should not be blocked for more than 30 minutes at room temperature, otherwise the liver will inevitably become necrotic.
In other words, he must solve the problem within 30 minutes!
But he has nothing!
There is no blood transfusion, no gauze for packing, gelatin sponge, hemostatic powder, and no needle and thread for suturing!
He doesn't even have a vascular clamp!
Huge anxiety and fear suddenly surged up. What belonged to Wu Zhou belonged to the original owner of this body.
Wu Zhou raised his head and stared at the young priest opposite him. Unknowingly, his eyes were red:
"You!" He almost shouted:
"Put healing spells on my hands! On this liver! Quick!"
The little pastor was shaken by his yelling. His originally flushed face had turned pale, and the freckles on his face were a little transparent, making him look extremely pitiful. When he answered Wu Zhou, his voice trembled and he almost cried:
"I, I really can't do it anymore... I've run out of healing skills..."
"Then what else do you have!"
"There is only one potion for treating minor injuries..."
...What the hell?!
What the hell is a potion for treating minor injuries!
This is not what I want!!!
Wu Zhou really had a thousand things to say in his heart. Even if the person who said this was the director of their hospital or the head nurse of the operating room, he would have sprayed it on the wall on the spot.
Brother, stitch your liver! Can you be a little more reliable?
Your healing potion does not comply with GMP certification. Does it have drug approval and has it passed the shelf life?
He wants surgical instruments, needles and threads, lidocaine anesthesia, or at least a bottle of iodophor for disinfection!
The situation was urgent just now, and there was a lack of supplies in the wilderness. He didn't even wash his hands before he reached into the injured man's stomach!
Why was he waiting for a potion to treat minor injuries?
But an inexplicable memory immediately came out. Several images flashed quickly before my eyes: the small glass bottle in my hand, the pale golden liquid rippling in the bottle, the squirming and rapid healing, and the disappearing wounds...
Wu Zhou took a deep breath. He pinched the injured person's liver portal with his right hand, spread his left hand, and said in a deep voice:
"Give me!"
Perhaps his tone was too firm, or perhaps the others had no other options at all. The young priest tentatively let go of the injured man's right arm, looked at the injury, and found that there was no longer a lot of bleeding, and immediately squirmed.
He started to look through his pockets. After a moment, he handed over a small bottle of healing potion.
The bottle was only one and a half inches tall, about the thickness of a thumb, and the glass inside the bottle was crystal clear. Wu Zhou muttered, "Shouldn't this thing be put in a brown glass bottle?" while biting open the cork on the bottle, turning the bottle over, and directly
It poured onto the surface of the ruptured liver.
Then, the miraculous healing process unfolded again.
The ruptured liver slowly squirms. Granulation grows, cracks disappear, and the omentum climbs...
After a breath or two, what lay in Wu Zhou's field of vision was a complete liver with no damage.
Wu Zhou tentatively loosened his fingers a little. The blood vessels under his fingertips pulsed gently, and the surface of the liver changed from pale to red visibly to the naked eye.
very good!
The vascular anastomosis was smooth and blood perfusion was normal!
This liver is alive!
"Wow……"
A small exclamation sounded. Wu Zhou raised his eyes in the middle of his busy schedule and saw the young priest opposite him stretching his neck, his eyes and mouth opening into three round "O" shapes, staring at the liver in his hand, dumbfounded:
"Can we still save people like this?"
"Can't……"
Wu Zhou complained lazily. Facing the young pastor's half-disappointed, half-accusing gaze, he explained leisurely:
"It only takes a blink of an eye to pour healing potion on the wound; determine where the bleeding is, and know how to cut open the abdomen to expose the wound..."
When he said a word, the little pastor's head drooped down a little, and the freckles on his face became dimmed. Finally, in Wu Zhou's deliberately drawn-out long voice, he spoke dejectedly:
"I know, it will take ten years of study."
...You don’t have to study for ten years. Five years - or seven years of study, training, plus various internships and certifications. Wu Zhou stopped talking. He turned his attention back to the injured: his life was saved.
Now, the next step is to deal with intestinal and other trauma!
He turned his head and looked at the healing potion in his hand. He almost poured out the small potion bottle, leaving only a few drops at the bottom of the bottle, less than a quarter of the amount. The light golden color in the water faded.
Moving, relaxing, like breathing.
The effect is really outstanding.
However, if you want to rely on these few drops of medicine to heal all the remaining injuries, it can only be said in two words:
dream.
Just rub your intestines honestly!
Wu Zhou gently pulled out his right hand from under the injured man's liver. He took two steps back, looked left and right, and began to issue a series of orders:
"Is there any soap? - What, only soap locust? Forget it, give it to me, I'll wash my hands!"
"Is there any boiled water? ...Only this bag? Not enough! Hurry up and boil it! - By the way, put the needle and thread in it and boil it too!"
"Is there any liquor?...There is actually some? Great! Give it to me!"
The red-haired archer and the yellow-haired warrior who had just been busy boiling and fetching water were all yelled at by him so that they ran away. The little priest looked around with glistening eyes and asked curiously:
"Why do you have to wash your hands again?"
"——That was an emergency to stop the bleeding, brother! If it had been any slower, the person would have died!"
When it comes to saving lives, you can't afford to worry about anything - even so, if you are in the hospital, you should at least grab some povidone iodine in your hand. Now that the most urgent bleeding has stopped, it is time to start stroking the intestines, so why not wash your hands properly?
Clean, Wu Zhou’s professional nature as a surgeon wouldn’t allow it.
He used the water brought by the red-haired archer in a wooden bucket and washed his hands with soap locust. While washing, he tried hard not to look at the stains on the edge of the wooden bucket. Saying "stains" is a compliment, bucket
The wall to the edge of the barrel is black, and I don’t know how long it has been since it was washed - maybe it hasn’t been washed since the hoop was installed?
Wu Zhou no longer dared to think about how much dirtier the water was than tap water and how many microorganisms there were in it.