Chapter 45: Do you think that to treat the hand is to cut it and then sew it!
Such eyes were too familiar. Patients, family members, men and women, young and old, high and low, too many people looked at him like this. Gretel blurted out and wanted to answer "It can be cured", but the words were on the edge of his mouth.
, but it became:
"It is possible to be cured."
After finishing his conclusion, Gretel immediately rubbed his back. Even if he was sitting on a chair with broken legs against the wall and had no way to retreat, it would not prevent him from moving closer to the corner.
In the past life, most patients and family members would be dissatisfied with the words "possible", and would most likely want to inquire more about the possibility of a cure, how long it would take, and how much it would cost...
At the end of the inquiry, you often blame the doctor for not giving an accurate answer. Then, if you encounter someone with a bad temper, there will be another round of complaints.
Even if these knights are good-tempered and don't make trouble, he can't stand it even if they pick him up and shake him!
Gretel looked at the opposite side carefully. To his surprise, Knight Flynn and Knight Ciro were stunned for a moment, and then they were overjoyed. One of them stretched out an arm, pressed Knight Barron's shoulder, and shook him until he clanged.
:
"It can be cured! It can be cured!"
"Old Barron, did you hear that? It can be cured!"
"You invited so many people to see it... so many people... it's been three years, it's been three years..."
The two middle-aged men shouted without emotion. Their voices gradually became deeper and hoarse, almost sounding like wolf howls in the dark night.
Knight Barron sat there like a puppet, showing no reaction, and allowed them to rock back and forth. After a while, he suddenly stood up and shook the two of them away, bowing slightly to Gretel:
"Then please treat me quickly!"
"Yes, cure it quickly!"
Knight Flynn and Knight Ciro immediately woke up. The three of them formed a half-circle, leaning forward and staring at Gretel condescendingly, as if they wanted to eat him. With their burning eyes, Gretel shrank back again:
"Not yet..."
"Why not? Isn't it said that it can be cured?" Knight Baron's voice suddenly sounded higher. Gretel looked at Knight Flynn for help and argued in a low voice:
"I can't cure it now...I still need something..."
His figure was drowned in the shouting inside and outside the house. Knight Barron, Knight Flynn, Knight Ciro, everyone was vying to speak. The bald bishop’s voice was louder than anyone else:
"Little Grete, can you really cure this injury? What else is missing? - Is it a lack of casting materials? If your healing skills are not strong enough, tell me how to cure it, and I will do it!"
Eyes full of expectation once again fell on Gretel.
Seeing that no one was asking for trouble or complaining, Gretel was no longer nervous. He took a step forward, looked into the eyes of the bald bishop, and answered loudly:
"I am 70% sure that it will be cured. However, if I want my wrist to be flexible, able to exert force, and not hurt other places after the cure, I have to look at the house to see if I can take advantage of it to know how 100% sure it is.
"
"Can't we treat it now?"
Both the bald bishop and the Barron Knight were a little disappointed. Gretel pondered for a moment, grabbed the Barron Knight's arm, and explained to him with gestures:
"That's right. There are many muscles in your arm, and each muscle is connected to the bone by a tendon - what you call a tendon. I estimate that the tendon you broke is the flexor carpi ulnaris.
——That is, from here to here,”
He moved his fingers back and forth on the Barron Knight's arm, pressed on the forearm near the elbow socket, moved downwards, and pressed on the base of the palm again. Then, he traced horizontally along the scar on his right wrist.
:
"It was broken here. The strength of the hand tendon is very strong, and it makes your muscles very tight. Once the tendon is broken, the whole muscle shrinks up. What I have to do now is to cut open the skin and shrink this muscle.
Pull out the muscles, lengthen them to their original position, and then let the hand tendons grow well."
He tried to make his words as simple as possible. Who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, Knight Barron stood up immediately and said loudly:
"Then what are you waiting for? Treat it!"
With a clang, a dagger fell on the table, its cold light shining.
Gretel: "..."
I want tissue tweezers! I want hemostatic forceps! I want a hook pull! This surgery may have to be done under a microscope. If I don’t have a microscope, give me a magnifying glass!
His breath caught in his chest, and he couldn't get up or down. Before he could recover, the bald bishop had already asked:
"I have been treated like this before. But, it was not cured!"
Have you ever done this before?
Gretel was impressed. Boss, you are so brave! How many years have you studied medicine? How many anatomy teachers have you had? Do you know how to operate without severing blood vessels and how without severing nerves?
Hmm...how to explain it?
Grete took out a pen and paper, brushed on the desktop, and drew quickly. In a moment, the bones of the ulna, radius, and palms were clearly visible, and the dozens of muscle strips attached to the bones were analyzed, and a schematic diagram of the musculoskeletal structure of the forearm emerged.
On paper.
He was used to doing this work in his previous life. He couldn't do it so vividly. It was concise and clear. That was the norm. One person was painting, and four heads came over to look at it. The bald bishop thought the oil lamp was too dark, so he put a light on it.
It lights up the whole room brightly.
Gretel: ...Actually, your head is already bright enough.
It didn't take more than two minutes, and a schematic diagram had already been formed. Gretel silently recited "This is what people who have never studied medicine are like this" silently a few times, slowed down his voice, and began to explain:
"Did you see it? There are one, two, three, four, five muscles in this arm alone... I won't count, you can count it yourself. In addition to muscles, there are also blood vessels and nerves...
I’ll explain to you what a nerve is later! In short, if any of these things hurts, it will make it difficult to use the arm. You thought it was just cut open, pulled out, and cured!”
The bald bishop nodded like a fool. Gretel turned to Knight Barron, furious:
"What's the use of just a knife? What do you think this is? Are you killing pigs or sheep? Make a cut here, put your hand in and pull out the tendons, and just sew a few times? I asked if you would cut a knife on the wrist.
It won’t hurt! Can you move?”
"We will hold him down!" Knight Flynn and Knight Ciro replied at the same time. Gretel sneered. What's the use of holding him down? This is tendon surgery. Do you think it's bone scraping to treat poison?
"I can hold back!" Knight Baron roared loudly. Gretel shouted back:
"What's the use of being able to hold it back! If you can't hold it back, your arms will be tense! I can't even stretch my muscles if they are so tight! One by one, one by one,"
His fingers touched the Flynn Knight, the Barron Knight, and the outermost Knight Ciro one by one. A few days ago, he was decompressing the chest of Knight Ciro, but the knife did not penetrate the chest. He relied on the Flynn Knight next to him to take action:
"Everyone is a knight, I! I can't even stab them with a knife!"
Knight Barron was choked by his roar. At this moment, a white light flashed out of the corner of his eyes. Gretel turned his head and saw the bald bishop moving like lightning. He was curling up the picture he had drawn and stuffing it into his arms...
Seeing Gretel looking over, he actually winked at him and smiled openly.