The two knights hurriedly said goodbye and left. Grete spent another day copying books the next day and went home in the evening. Sure enough, as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Knight Flynn and Knight Ciro who had been here yesterday, accompanied by an unshaven middle-aged man.
Wait at the door.
In addition to the three of them, there was also an unexpected visitor, who was stalking and loitering at the door with a playful smile. Gretel didn't even get close, but he saw that person's big head shining brightly, which was particularly eye-catching:
"Your Majesty Bishop?"
"Ah, little Grete, you're back!" the bald bishop said in a carefree manner, raising his hand to say hello without any hint of indifference. He then pulled someone out from between the two knights:
"You want to treat his injuries?"
Gretel: "..." Can you tell me who that person is first?
He stepped forward to say hello and at the same time asked the two knights with his eyes. As soon as he approached, he smelled a very familiar odor from the middle-aged man.
This taste is so familiar... Gretel's nose twitched and he was suddenly startled:
"You smoke?"
Is there tobacco in this world?
Has the great voyage begun?
Rubber, quinine, coffee, cocoa, and the coca that doctors love to hate, have all these things been passed on?
There are also three artifacts of high yield: corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes. Are these things also passed on?
Grete struggled to bring his thoughts back. He opened the door of his house and invited people in. The bald bishop stepped in without ceremony, and the three knights followed behind him bitterly. As they walked, they asked:
"Master Bishop, what are you doing here..."
"Have I ever treated this injury? But now Little Gretel says it might be curable. Of course I want to come and have a look!"
"Do you really believe he can cure it?"
"Hey, Little Gretel's method is different from others. He said it can be cured, so let me come and take a look?"
After Knight Barron injured his wrist, he sought medical treatment repeatedly, and even donated a large sum of money to ask the Temple of the God of War for help. However, after using the treatment method again and again, the bald bishop could only tell the other party: the tendon in his hand was broken and there was nothing he could do.
Seeing the knight go away sadly and never being able to draw his bow again, the bald bishop felt uncomfortable. So when he heard that it was possible to be cured, even if it was not good to inquire about other people's secrets, he shamelessly squeezed in.
Five people swarmed in - three of them were knights, and one was even taller than a knight - and the twenty-square-meter cabin was about to burst. To make matters worse, there were only two chairs in the cabin.
One even had a broken leg...
Grete looked left and right. For diagnosis and treatment, he could only ask the patient to sit on the intact chair. He carefully sat on the chair with the broken leg. As for the others, he had to dismiss the matter with an apologetic smile. Whatever they like
Sitting on the bed and standing whenever he likes, Gretel gathered his mind and began to ask:
"Barron Knight?"
"I am."
"You...injured your wrist three years ago? What's the situation now?"
"Yes...I hurt my right wrist..."
While Grete was asking, he quietly looked at each other. Judging from his appearance alone, Barron was seven or eight years older than the other two knights. He had a vicissitudes of life, an unshaven beard, and a dusty look on his face. His face was dull, and his eyes were baggy. Only Gray was
When Te asked for his name, he raised his eyes and could see a slight light inside.
Looking at the torso again, although Knight Barron has been injured for three years, his figure is still strong and his belly is not bulging. The biceps of his left arm are bulging high, and the muscles of his right arm are visibly relaxed.
Well... the patient has been exercising and has a strong desire to recover. Gretel Nordmark, a former emergency physician, made a silent note in his mind and stretched out his hand:
"Show me your right hand."
Knight Barron obediently stretched out his hand, palm up, and placed it flat on the table. Gretel lowered his head to look carefully through the oil lamp. There was a knife edge lying on the veins of his right wrist. It was red and raised on the skin like earthworms. The bear of the bald bishop
He immediately stretched out his palm, and just as he was about to point at the wound and describe it, Gretel breathed a sigh of relief:
"How does your wrist feel? Can't you bend it inward? Can you still stretch it out?"
"how do you know?"
Knight Barron glanced aside subconsciously. Knight Flynn on the left and Knight Ciro on the right denied at the same time:
"We didn't tell him!"
Gretel pursed his lips. He wanted to continue asking, but the bald bishop turned his hand and put it between him and the patient, as if he would not give up until he got an answer:
"how do you know!"
Gretel rolled his eyes. He slashed the bald bishop with his eye knife for a while, but unfortunately he couldn't stand it, so he had no choice but to retreat. He took a breath, pointed at the wrist of Knight Barron, and explained:
"It's so obvious! He injured the inside of his wrist, not the outside. The tendons on the inside are responsible for bending the wrist inward. If the outside is not injured, it must be able to extend outward!"
"Ah...oh." The bald bishop shrank his hand: "Then where exactly was it injured? Why couldn't I heal it at the time?"
Gretel shook his head. Which tendon was injured? How could he know without a physical examination? But, no matter what, as long as it's not the right hand...
It's not that Gretel can't perform this kind of surgery for hand tendon injuries. The problem is that the current surgical instruments are too rough...
He glared away at the bald bishop, concentrated his energy, and began to inspect Knight Barron. In the small room of twenty square meters, several knights gathered together, and even their breathing was suppressed to the lowest. Under the light, Gretel's clear command voice
The sentence sounded:
"Come on, bend your wrist."
"Wrist straight."
"Reach out."
"Take it in."
"Bend your elbows."
"The arm rotates forward, yes, that's it."
"Bend your thumb, okay, straighten it...index finger...middle finger..."
Flexion, extension, rotation, and compression. Gretel checked carefully, and Knight Barron was also very cooperative. The only headache was that the bald bishop was standing next to him. Every time he checked an item, he would ask: "Why do you do this? What is the result?"
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Finally looking forward to the inspection being completed, Grete let out a long sigh of relief and came to the conclusion with confidence:
"Rupture of the flexor carpi radialis tendon."
"Wha...what?"
Looking left and right. Directly opposite, the three knights looked at Gretel blankly. The bald bishop's big head stretched out again and asked questions like a barrage:
"What's broken? What on earth were you doing by just turning him this way and that way? - Is it cured well?"
So many questions...
Gretel was so noisy that he couldn't stand it any longer. He slammed the table and suddenly burst out:
"I'll tell you slowly later, OK! No! OK!"
There are more than a dozen tendons, from systemic anatomy to local anatomy, and then to how to do physical examination and diagnosis, which can at least give a lecture! Can we take care of the patient first!
The bald bishop was stunned by his spray. He stared at Gretel, as if he couldn't believe that this child could be so powerful when he exploded. He blinked his eyes, and it took him a while to react, and he responded blankly:
"Ah...oh..."
He retracted in frustration. Knight Barron looked at his wrist and asked cautiously: "Can it be cured?"