It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 307: After lurking for too long, I learned to write medical records (red comet Maswan reward update 1)
Chapter 307: After lurking for too long, I learned to write medical records (red comet Maswan reward update 1)
The Lord Bishop is truly worthy of having experienced hundreds of battles. He has really experienced hundreds of battles. He has broken more than a hundred heads with war hammers, battle axes, and scepters. So even if he saw the wounded disemboweled,
Lying in front of him, the bishop did not change his expression and just said to Gretel:
"Sorry, I'm late. - How are you now?"
As he spoke, he pointed to the door. The door of the operating room slammed shut, shutting out the patients' family members who wanted to rush in. Gretel straightened his upper body, raised his hands flat, and rotated around his heels.
Half a circle and thanked him with a smile:
"The treatment is almost over, we just need to close the abdomen. By the way, the injured should be waking up soon. Can you help me with some magic skills?"
The bishop said that he had no shirk in his duty. He released the tranquility spell that comes standard in the Temple of the God of War, which combines pain relief, sedation, and confinement into one. The injured person immediately stood on the operating table, motionless. Gretel was overjoyed and asked him to continue helping.
This new bishop was also very patient. He closed the abdomen layer by layer and treated minor injuries one after another. He did not show any impatience, nor did he protest that "it would be over after just one major treatment."
After all the wounds were treated and the magic was released to revive the patient, he squatted over and looked at the pulled out iron bar, stretched out his hand to measure it a few times, then quietly went over and asked Pastor Matthew:
"So long? Is it penetrated? Where did it get inserted before? How did you treat such a serious injury?"
Pastor Matthew: "..." Actually, I only know half of it...
It’s still the smaller half. But he invited this bishop, and he came because of his face. He had to greet him no matter what. Pastor Matthew looked at the copper basin and had already started to walk out.
Gretel pointed slightly at the Bishop:
"He is in charge of the treatment. Let him explain it later?"
The Lord Bishop had already walked out quickly. When Grete moved forward, he also moved forward; when Grete turned, he also turned; when Grete and the injured man and another old man entered a room, he followed him as a matter of course.
I just sat there with my butt and didn't intend to get up.
Such a thick skin made Gretel look at him twice: he was almost the same as the bald bishop. However, others had reached out to help before, and he could not burn the bridge now. He only smiled at the bishop and put the copper basin in his hand.
On the table:
"The treatment was successful. Your son's life is no longer in danger, but there are some follow-up issues that need attention. First of all, because the iron rod penetrated the kidney, we had to remove the kidney..."
Bishop Ares's ears immediately stood up.
In the room, post-operative talks and popular science education were going on in an orderly manner. Outside the room, the noisy noise gradually quieted down. The crew members looked at me and I looked at you, with tired looks on their faces.
"Is the first mate okay?"
"It should be fine. I can walk out on my own. My life should be saved."
"Then can we go?"
"Should we wait a moment? The little priest asked us to wait for him to come out..."
While chatting, the door creaked open. Gretel came out briskly, and said to the God of War Bishop as he walked:
"No problem, I will tell you how to treat this injury later. Just wait a moment, I will take care of these lightly injured people first. - You guys, come here and sit down!"
The sailors swarmed up, fighting for each other, and huddled together. A lame one-eyed dragon moved the slowest and was pushed to the back. Suddenly he extended his elbow and hit the elbow of the person next to him:
"Who are you? - I have never seen you. You are not on our ship, but you are here to rob me?"
James Lowe groaned secretly. He was a retainer of Baron Hopps, or in other words, a shady assassin secretly raised by their family, who specialized in doing some things for the baron behind the scenes. This time Gretel refused to apologize.
The answer was tough, and the Baron sent him out in anger, wanting to assassinate Gretel for revenge.
When James Lowe received this mission, one was the first and the other was the elder. It was easy to kill Gretel, but it was difficult to deal with the aftermath. Once someone suspected, those magicians had countless ways to find the murderer. James took his own life very seriously.
It's quite precious, no matter what, I don't want to throw it away casually.
He could only follow patiently, hoping to find an opportunity to turn the assassination into an accidental death. However, after following him for several days, as long as Gretel left the mage tower, the barbarian warrior would not leave. Every day at noon, he was sent to treatment.
So, I will pick up the mage tower from the treatment center in the evening...
James Lowe himself is only a seventh-level assassin. He wants to kill people under the protection of barbarians without being noticed, which is beyond his ability. And there is a fifth-level priest in charge of the treatment center.
, even if he wanted to pretend it was an accident, he couldn't do it either.
Finally, a large group of injured people came to the treatment center today. James was so cruel that he fell hard and walked in with his bloody calf. He originally wanted to kill Gret before leaving, but who knew?
Before he found a chance, he was suspected by the sailors.
He shrank back awkwardly and stretched out a calf:
"I, I am moving goods on the dock... I was injured just now... The priest asked me to wait for him to come out..."
A large piece of gauze was wrapped around the calf. The one-eyed dragon glanced at it and sneered:
"Why don't you seek treatment from a priest for this little injury? Can loan sharks kill you? - Judging from your delicate skin and tender flesh, you must have just gone bankrupt and can't do the heavy work of carrying goods, right?"
James Lowe had a smile on his face and chirped repeatedly. The one-eyed dragon flicked his hand:
"Go to the back! Don't even try to get in front of me!"
James lowered his head and retreated to the end. At the front of the team, Gretel had already spread out a book and began to ask questions one by one and record them line by line:
"Your name is...Femi. You are 18 years old. You have a broken leg...I took a look and found out that it was a simple fracture of the tibia. You have already been splinted. Do not exercise strenuously or exert force. If the pain is severe in a few days, or
The swelling is very severe, remember to come to the treatment center to find me..."
"Your name is... Bata, 23 years old, with a large soft tissue contusion on the shoulder and a strained ligament in the waist. There is no big problem with you. Go back and have a good rest."
"You... have large abrasions on your back, arms and legs, perform debridement, and bandage them with gauze... do not touch the water until the wounds have scabbed. If you have a fever within two or three days, or if the wounds are large, red, swollen and ulcerated, come to the treatment center to see me.
Think of ways to."
He asked the names one by one, told about the injuries, gave instructions, and answered the sailors' questions. The speed was not fast, but it was definitely not slow. He could handle one in seven or eight minutes. James Lowe was ranked second.
At the end of the queue, seeing that it would be his turn in half an hour, he couldn't help but feel anxious:
Is half an hour enough for the God of War Bishop to leave? Should I look for an opportunity to leave first? It would be inconvenient for him to send me away after reading it, and then find a reason to come back...
After taking a look, the God of War Bishop was sitting next to him happily, showing no sign of impatience. James Lowe hesitated for a moment, walked around the team, and walked towards Gretel. He was about to get close to him, at his feet.
Suddenly he tripped and fell down.
"oops!"
He exclaimed in a low voice. A poisonous needle had quietly popped out from between his fingers that were pointing toward the ground, just waiting to be thrown out.
The medicine on the poisonous needle is his secret recipe. As long as the skin breaks and bleeds, the poison will be incurable after an hour. The best thing is that the needle prick does not make much noise, just like being bitten by a mosquito. He will definitely have time to escape far away.
of.
As soon as his body fell halfway, his open hands were pressed in the air, unable to hold him down any longer. Then, a pair of translucent mage grasped his arms with one hand, holding his body upright. Grete glanced over in his busy schedule.
:
"Are you okay?"
With a wave of his hand, the floating disk and the mage's hand disappeared together. James stood there for a moment, and thanked him repeatedly. He returned to his original position, stayed quietly for a while, then went to find a cup, poured a cup of water and held it to
Gretel's hand.
This little pastor talks so much that he feels thirsty. Give him a glass of water and he will definitely drink it...
He held the water glass and moved forward step by step. He raised his left hand several times, trying to tap his nails on the edge of the glass, and silently put it down several times. In the end, the original glass of water was delivered to Gretel's table.
superior:
"Master Priest, please have a drink of water..."
"Well, thank you." Gretel raised his head and thanked him, but did not touch the cup. Instead, the God of War Bishop next to him looked over and flicked a faint light.
"There is no poison in the water. You can drink it."
James retreated silently, dripping with cold sweat. He moved forward step by step in the queue until Gretel asked him about his situation, finished writing the medical records, and sent him away before he hurriedly left. He walked out of the room, leaned his back against the wall, and listened.
:
"Your son, it's best to rest in the guest room for a night. After all, he is so seriously injured... Don't worry, I will watch it personally..."
James thought for a moment, walked around to the side of the treatment center, and quietly jumped inside. When a group of people were crowded around, he had already touched up and down, and roughly knew where the guest room was. Now he took a preemptive strike and climbed into the guest room.
, quietly hiding on the rafters, condensing his breath, and huddled into a ball.
After a while, the wounded man, the wounded man's father, Gretel and the God of War Bishop filed in. James huddled tighter on the beam, listening to Gretel putting the wounded man to sleep, and walked to the next door with the God of War Bishop.
Lay out the pen and paper:
"I'm starting to make up for the disease. If you want to know how this injury was treated, you can understand it later by looking at the records. Well, you want to watch me write on the side? Okay..."
"Patient's name: Andre Miller, male, 27 years old, first officer. Penetrating injury, a 9mm diameter iron rod, inserted from the 11th intercostal space on the right back and penetrated above the pubic symphysis. Visual blood loss was 500ml..."
"Pubic symphysis? It's the bone on the hip..."
"What is a midline incision? It is the midpoint from the xiphoid process to the navel, then, from here to here..."
The long recording and explanation lasted for most of the night. James Lowe huddled on the rafters, listening to Gretel constantly explaining the contents of the record to the bishop. He went in to see the patient every two hours, his eyes blank and suspicious.
Life:
So what did I do here?
After listening to him write so many records, I feel like I can write it myself...
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Great Little Theater
Barony receptionist: Mr. James, did you kill that little mage?
James Lowe: No.
Receptionist: So what have you gained in the past few days?
James Lowe (dead eyes): I learned how to write medical records...