It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 305: A new treatment method for penetrating injuries (Yan Guiren Ten Thousand Rewards plus update 3)
Chapter 305: A new treatment method for penetrating injuries (Yan Guiren Ten Thousand Rewards plus update 3)
Grete has treated several abdominal penetrating injuries in his previous life, and he also treated one after time travel. But one of the characteristics of penetrating injuries is:
No two penetrating injury patients are the same.
Different injured people, different organ positions, different thicknesses, different materials of penetrating objects, different penetrating positions, and even slightly different organ positions... the results are very different. Some injured people may have the same stroke.
If you poke it in, it will pierce the liver, pierce the spleen, and break the major blood vessels...
He died before being sent to the hospital, or he was still breathing when he was sent to the hospital. As soon as the abdomen was opened, the blood pressure plummeted, and he died before the doctor could find the blood vessels.
Therefore, Gretel did not dare to take this injured person lightly. Fortunately, he looked left and right, and looked at it together with the magic X-ray, and he felt somewhat confident, thinking that the injured person might still be able to be rescued:
The iron bar penetrates through the 11th intercostal space on the back and exits above the pubic symphysis. This position is a bit far from the spine. It is estimated that it can avoid the liver and spleen, as well as the abdominal aorta and inferior vena cava. That is,
It is said that the probability of severe bleeding in a short period of time is not high, and it will not cause a disability that is difficult to recover.
In addition, when the injured person was brought in, Grete also took a look at the blood stains on his clothes. According to his rich clinical experience, the injured person's bleeding so far should not exceed 500cc...counting the subsequent intraoperative bleeding, he is lucky.
It should be able to be controlled within 800cc, a number that is relatively dangerous, but still sustainable.
Gretel had an idea in his mind and volunteered. However, the old man next to the injured looked at him with squinted eyes and said doubtfully:
"You? Are you okay?"
Gretel choked. He touched the oak staff from behind and raised it silently - on the top of the staff, there were three hard and emerald green leaves. At a glance, he knew that he was a senior third-level priest. The old man was stunned and bowed deeply to him.
Waist down, the wrinkles on his face are twisted into a ball:
"Master Priest, thank you for your kindness. But...well, if possible, you should wait for the high-level healer to come over, okay?"
He looked uneasy and frightened, as if he was afraid that Gretel would fall out on the spot. Gretel was stunned for a moment, and his attitude softened unconsciously, and he knelt down to look at him levelly:
"Of course. Don't worry, Brother Matthew is very nice... Then, I'll go see the other wounded first?"
He understands that the patient's family chooses a doctor. There is an attending physician and a director. He would definitely seek treatment from the chief physician. He has seen this kind of thing so many times that he would not be angry about it. Seeing that the old man was frightened, he still squatted down.
, specially gave me a few words of comfort.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief and nodded vigorously. Grete smiled at him, excused himself and walked away. He quickly changed into his hand-washing clothes, along with the three low-level priests originally from the treatment center and the two apprentices he had brought with him.
Together, we deal with other injured people. Cleaning, bandaging, setting bones, suturing...
Oh, forget about the sutures. Because of the healing technique, no sutures have emerged so far. I can only direct positive energy to deal with it to speed up the healing of the wound.
This whole process was so busy that before you knew it, more than half an hour had passed. Pastor Matthew was dripping with sweat and looked out the door more and more frequently. The breath of the injured was getting weaker and weaker. Apparently, the healing skills were almost gone.
Exhausted.
A burst of footsteps finally sounded. Just as Pastor Matthew's face was filled with joy, he saw a fourth-level spring water goddess priest rushing in behind his companion:
"The Knights of the Temple went out for training, and the Archbishop followed them out! Only three people were left in the temple!"
The young priest who went to the God of War Temple to ask for help hurriedly said. The arriving priest nodded to Matthew and immediately began to pray. Light blue, watery brilliance shot out from his hands, silently covering the injured body.
However, there is not only a difference between level 4 and level 5, but also an essential sublimation. Many powerful magical spells cannot be used. As soon as Pastor Matthew stopped, visible to the naked eye, the vital signs of the injured began to show up.
Unstable——
"Um...priest, how long can you hold on? Can my son survive?" The old man squatted beside him with a frown and asked. The priest wiped his sweat and shook his head:
"Half an hour at most——"
The old man's eyes darkened. The location of the God of War Temple is particularly remote. Even if both parties go out to ask for help at the same time, even if it takes another hour, people may not be able to come.
The wounded who Grete had just treated also came over. With their arms hanging and their legs lame, they crowded into a circle around the wounded, talking all over the place:
"Master Priest, you must save our first mate!"
"Yes, our first mate is the best!"
"Last time, Tang En almost fell into the sea. He rushed over and pulled him back without his life. One of his arms was broken!"
"And the last time..."
These wounded people were all sailors. Even if they were decorated, they could not stand up to each other when they shouted. There was a roar in the treatment center, and the noise was so loud that the ceiling could be overturned. The priest's brain was about to explode from their noise. He couldn't bear it and shouted.
One sound:
"Quiet!"
"That's right, be quiet!" Gretel finished handling the last debridement and came over to stop:
"Have you ever seen someone who doesn't need to be quiet when praying? Get out, get out! Don't make any noise here!"
He had just treated half of the wounded, and the sailors all gave him face, shut up and retreated. The young priest gave Gretel a grateful look, and continued to lower his head in prayer. Another handful of light rain fell from the palm of his hand, and he
He took a quick breath and whispered:
"My magic is almost used up. - Is there any spiritual potion?"
I'll give it to Pastor Matthew first. The eyes of the two therapists and a family member of the patient met, and they both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.
The injured let out a low groan, struggled slightly, and a stream of blood gushed out from his back again. It was obvious that the priest's healing skills were gradually weakening, and he could no longer stop his pain!
"Andre, don't move! Don't move!"
The old man stepped up and supported his son's body. He wanted to make him lie down more easily, but he didn't dare to use force. His hands were trembling and he looked around hastily:
Who can save his son?
Who can?!
As he turned his eyes, he suddenly saw Gretel standing aside, looking at him silently. The old man's eyes lit up, but he did not dare to speak, he only dared to express his pleading with his eyes.
Gretel sighed slightly and nodded. The old man let go of his hands, turned around, and knelt down to him:
"Lord Priest——"
"Get up and say it! Get up!"
Grete quickly went up to help him. The old man grabbed his arms with his backhand and held them tightly, his entire weight falling on him:
"Master Pastor, please save my son! Please! Just now you said you could give it a try-"
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious." Gretel tried to persuade him. "I'm not unwilling to take action. But this priest is treating you, you--"
"My magic is almost exhausted! Come here!" The priest of the Spring Temple was not unhappy at all, and immediately gave up his seat. Gretel breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to him gratefully, and walked quickly to the injured:
"Brother Matthew, carry the person to the operating room!"
The operating room is in the northwest corner of the first floor of the treatment center, farthest from the hall, and the door is closed. As soon as the stretcher was lifted, the injured person immediately started screaming again in a low voice due to the injuries in his body. The old man quickly begged:
"Master Priest, please relieve his pain! If this continues, it will hurt to death! If he can't help but struggle, he will be injured even more seriously!"
"...I thought so too." Pastor Matthew sighed helplessly. "I have almost used all the higher-level magics, and I have to save the last one for critical moments. I can't stop using low-level magics.
It hurts...little Gretel, what are you doing?"
"Let me give it a try." Grete had already leaned down. He pointed his fingers at the injured person's back, where the iron bar had penetrated, and recited the incantation in a low voice. As soon as the spell fell, Pastor Matthew could clearly see that the injured person was injured.
The patient's back muscles relaxed a little.
Grete's men did not stop, then walked around to the front of the injured person, and cast the spell again. After casting the spell, he leaned over and asked:
"...Are you feeling better? Are you still in pain?"
The surface part of the human body has more pain-sensing nerves and is relatively sensitive. The internal organs are actually not very sensitive to pain. Of course, if this iron rod is really inserted into a fatal place and involves nerve pain, there is nothing I can do. I can only try to correct the spell.
The scope of coverage...
"It's better..." the injured man replied weakly. The young priest's eyes were surprised, but he was embarrassed to ask, but Pastor Matthew asked on the spot:
"The pain really stopped! Little Gretel, how did you do it?"
"I'll tell you later," Grete replied briefly. He directed others to carry the injured into the operating room, positioned himself, and took out a small bottle of glycerin. He wiped it all over the skin of the injured's abdomen and activated the B-ultrasound magic:
"Well, there's not a lot of fluid in the abdominal cavity. It seems like the amount of bleeding inside is okay... The rod is a bit far away from the liver... It's also a bit far away from the spleen... There's something wrong with the intestines, but it's not big... The kidneys... the kidneys are bad!"
He closed his eyes, moved his lips, and kept mumbling. No matter whether others knew what he was doing or not, they did not dare to disturb him and stood on both sides with their mouths shut. After Grete finished the inspection, he ran to wash his hands and at the same time turned back and shouted to Pastor Matthew:
"Brother Matthew, take out a handful of seeds! The thinnest, vine-type seeds you can find with no fuzz on them! Soak them in alcohol, I want to use them!"
There was a gurgling sound of water. There was no special disinfectant hand sanitizer, so Grete could only use the most traditional surgical hand washing method, washing from the fingertips to the upper arm over and over again. After washing, he ran back to the injured person and applied a strip of glycerin to the palm of his left hand.
Scatter the seeds Matthew handed over.
The seeds temporarily adhered to the palm of his hand. Grete put his right hand on the injured person's abdomen to activate B-ultrasound magic, and held the iron rod with his left hand, concentrating to activate the seeds——
Slender vines, not much thicker than a hair, swayed out from his hand. They were densely arranged, with no gaps between them, as if a green brocade was woven for the iron rod, clinging to the iron rod.
Moving forward silently.
Silently, it penetrated deep into the abdomen of the injured person and popped out from the back. Then, Gretel exerted force on his palm, and the vine seemed to shrink slightly inward, and then expanded outward almost invisiblely.
"Brother Matthew, hold the iron rod steady! Follow its direction! Pull out!"
*****
3000 words!
Another 6,000 words done!
Yan Guiren has finished paying back the extra ten thousand rewards, and tomorrow he will start paying back the three ten thousand rewards from Red Comet Mars...
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