It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 30 Talk about first aid on the battlefield to the priest of the God of War?
Chapter 30 Talk about first aid on the battlefield to the priest of the God of War?
Since it was a lecture, it naturally couldn't be crowded on the playground. Captain Leon Knight raised his hand and invited him politely. The bald bishop smiled and agreed, and they walked towards the meeting hall of the military camp together.
The priests followed up with cheers. Gretel fell back a few steps and was dragged at the end, walking together with the little priest John. The little priest immediately came over and whispered urgently:
"I told the bishop!"
"What about the knight?"
"Yes!" The little pastor nodded quickly. Gretel smiled and patted his shoulder hard:
"thanks!"
The city guard's meeting hall is not too big, nor is it too small. There is a long table in the middle. The wooden board on the table is obviously split from a whole tree trunk. It has not even been painted except for being planed smooth. It is facing the door.
There is a map of Boss hanging on the wall. If we squeeze around, about 20 people can sit down.
The bald bishop and the captain of the city guard were the first to enter. Seven or eight priests rushed in and immediately filled the conference room half full.
Grete was sandwiched between the four squadron leaders and naturally followed in. The squad leaders behind him and the soldiers also wanted to squeeze in. The squadron leader walking at the end glared at him and closed the door.
"etc!"
Flynn Knight stopped him in time. He glanced at Gretel and saw that the boy kept looking back. He couldn't help but smile and waved to Captain Cullen who failed to squeeze in:
"Karen, come and listen too!"
There was a small commotion in the crowd. The soldiers who were not allowed to push each other and complained half-jokingly:
"Captain, this isn't fair!"
"Captain, we want to hear it too!"
"Captain, this is a way to save lives!"
Captain Cullen moved forward amidst the envy of his comrades. Gretel looked left and right and saw Brother Raymond and the others far away in the crowd at the entrance of the hall.
team leader:
"Captain, what I'm going to talk about is very useful to everyone. It can help everyone try to save their lives when they are injured. Do you think you can..."
He moved his palm outward:
"Change to a bigger place?"
It must be possible! The captain naturally agreed, and the bald bishop had no objections. A group of people left the meeting hall and moved to the hall. Before anyone arrived, a smell of hot food had already drifted from the direction of the hall.
come over.
Gretel's stomach growled twice.
...How could he forget that the largest room in the city guard is the hall when ceremonies are held, and it is usually the dining room...
The soldiers and priests sat down to listen to the lecture, and Gretel stepped up to the podium without hesitation. There was no blackboard or chalk, so he made do with the simplicity and made empty gestures on himself:
"We use our lungs to breathe. When the lungs work, they are like bellows for burning fire. When you open the bellows, you inhale, and when you push it out, you exhale. Once the lungs are damaged, they sometimes form a one-way movement.
The valve, all leaks into the chest when inhaling, and cannot be exhaled when exhaling..."
He explained as simply as possible how tension pneumothorax came about and how to deal with it during first aid. Before the bald bishop could ask more questions, his tone deepened and he speeded up:
"On the battlefield, there are many causes of death. However, in addition to being killed immediately, many of them are seriously injured and cannot be treated by a priest in time. Now, I will talk about what kind of injuries should be treated
first aid."
The soldiers are refreshed!
The squad captains and ordinary soldiers were especially excited. As noble knights and the backbone of the battlefield, the captains and squadron captains always find it easier to get treatment. The same cannot be said for civilians like them. Sometimes, in the hands of noble masters,
A small cut in their body is more important than their broken arms and legs...
You can obviously survive! Some comrades can obviously survive if they get timely treatment!
"Little Gretel is pretty good!"
Next to Captain Cullen, a squad leader touched his arm and whispered.
"Like his father." Another squad leader added.
"That's right, the captain was like this back then, trying his best to take care of us..."
A group of middle-aged men were talking in low voices, looking at Gretel with eyes filled with admiration and nostalgia. Gretel nodded to them and spoke in one breath:
"There are many reasons for death on the battlefield. The most important ones can be classified into three types. First, excessive bleeding; second, cardiac arrest; third, inability to breathe. Let's first talk about how to survive quickly on the battlefield.
Stop bleeding..."
There was a commotion in the hall.
Heart arrest and inability to breathe. In the eyes of the soldiers, these are basically serious injuries to each other - or they can basically be judged to be dead. When this happens, most people's first reaction is to give up.
There was only bleeding. How many people watched helplessly as their comrades around them continued to bleed. They couldn't hold it down or stop it. In the end, they became weaker and weaker, and closed their eyes forever...
Little Grete wants to talk about how to stop bleeding?
Very good!
"Wait a minute!"
Suddenly, two or three voices shouted out at the same time. Everyone looked around and saw two of the squadron leaders sitting in the second row jumping up and down:
"Little Grete, please speak slowly first! Let's get some paper and take notes!"
There was a sudden silence in the hall. Then, there was a burst of laughter.
Gretel couldn't help but laugh. He waved his hand to Flynn Knight who jumped up, trying hard to tighten his muscles to prevent himself from laughing:
"Uncle Flynn, help me get two large pieces of paper and a board to hang them up. I need to draw some pictures for what I'm going to talk about next, so I can see it clearly with the pictures -"
He drew pictures with his hands and explained with his mouth, and from time to time he would ask people to come up and cooperate with him to give bandaging demonstrations. Everyone listened intoxicated. When it was time for dinner, bread and bacon were served from the kitchen, and everyone started to eat.
After a meal of vegetable soup, I continued to listen.
Just after talking about how to stop bleeding on the head and arms, a noise sounded in the distance. It was getting closer and louder.
Grete looked up and looked outside the hall door, and at the same moment, several knights suddenly stood up, pressed their swords and turned their heads.
"who?!"
"who!"
"Team, team, captain!"
Boom, boom, boom, a series of footsteps. Outside the ajar door of the hall, a city guard soldier ran in as if desperate, holding on to the door, wheezing:
"Captain, the City Lord's Mansion is here to arrest someone!"
"What?"
"what happened!"
"The city lord's palace is arresting people. How did they catch our city guards here?!"
There was a burst of noisy discussion in the hall. More than 100 city guard soldiers were whispering to each other, either shocked or angry, or confused. Some people were even confused and blurted out:
“Aren’t we the ones doing the job of arresting people?”
puff……
Gretel stood firmly on the podium. At this time, the city lord's palace came to arrest people. He could roughly guess why, and sure enough-
The door suddenly opened. A well-dressed messenger led two guards and walked into the hall arrogantly.
"According to the order of the temple, Gretel Nordmark was summoned to ask questions——"