Chapter 47 Fighting local tyrants and dividing scalpels
In full view of everyone, the bald bishop struggled to pull the hook. His body fell back and his head stretched forward, trying to see Gretel's every move clearly, so that his whole body bent into a "C" shape. Knight Ciro couldn't see through it.
, just stepped forward to take the hook, and heard Grete shout again:
"Give me a few thin needles! A toothpick will do too!"
Grete separated each muscle on the mutton leg, inserted a toothpick between the muscles, and marked them. Then he called for everyone to see: "Lord Barron, look, there are many muscles here. This is one of them on your arm.
The tendon was severed—"
As he spoke, he turned over the blade and lifted it upwards. With a "pop" sound, the tendon ruptured, and the entire muscle elasticated upward on the spot. The silver-white tendon retracted into the muscle group and disappeared.
"Then, we have to find it again now..."
Gretel tilted his head, spread his hands, and pointed at the leg of lamb. The meaning was quite clear:
Just dig it out.
Barron Knight: "..."
Flynn Knight and Ciro Knight: "..."
The bald bishop came over and looked up and down. After looking for a long time, he rolled up his sleeves and dug hard into Grete's separated muscles. After a long time of tossing, his hands were all bloody, and he was actually beaten by him.
I found the muscle that was shrinking, pinched it with two fingers, and pulled it out——
"Eh!" It slipped!
"Eh!" It slipped again!
The third time, the bald bishop learned his lesson and dug hard at the muscle strips with two nails. The veins on his wrists exploded and there was a stabbing sound——
The perfectly good leg of lamb had a hole punched out by him.
"Hey, hey, don't, don't, don't!"
Gretel couldn't stand it any longer: "Your Majesty Bishop, you can't use brute force here, you have to have handy tools... Someone, some tissue tweezers... No, do you have tweezers? No? Take two narrow flat iron bars,
Get more hooks!"
"Go get it!"
The bald bishop and several knights issued orders at the same time. There was a rush in the kitchen, and during half a tea time, the things Gretel wanted were delivered one after another. Although the long iron bar was uneven and the hook was twisted by the two knights,
Gretel thought about it for a long time, but could only accept his fate:
So be it……
He carefully pulled apart the muscle strip, pulled it with a hook, and called on the two knights to pull it apart. He found the ruptured tendon from the depths, clamped it tightly with two narrow flat iron bars, and called on the Barron knight:
"Pull! Pull back!"
"Hey--"
Knight Barron raised his left arm and pulled hard. The mutton leg made a squeaking sound, and he stretched it inch by inch. Finally, there was no hole in the meat strip again. Seeing the ruptured tendon and the other end coming together, Gray
Special orders were issued immediately:
"Okay! Right here, hold still, don't move! - Lord Bishop, please use a healing spell to connect the two sides of the tendon!"
The white light fell. A group of people came together to take a look. Sure enough, the tendons cut by the scalpel had grown back together again!
"So this is how it works!"
"You can still see it clearly this way! Old Barron, look, your tetsuji can also be connected like this!"
"Little Grete, you are so awesome!"
The knights clicked their tongues in admiration. The bald bishop simply worked hard and cured the sheep. As soon as the magic of confinement was released, the sheep was lowered to the ground and ran away.
...a little bit limping.
"Little Grete, why are you still lame?"
"That's why I said you should have something handy!"
"what do you need?"
The bald bishop asked in a deep voice. Gretel's eyes lit up.
The set of surgical instruments that Necromancer Lin En gave him was better than nothing. The blade had a wavy arc, the surgical scissors were so blunt that they could only cut flower branches, and there was only one retractor, a vascular forceps? What was a vascular forceps?
In terms of type and level of sophistication, Gretel has a background in 21st century experience, so he really doesn’t like it.
But if he was asked to find someone to build it himself, Gretel weighed his wallet and felt guilty.
Originally, I was thinking of saving one piece at a time, but now, the temple took the initiative to speak——
The temple is rich!
The waist is thick!
Hit the local tycoons and divide them with scalpels! Don’t be polite to the rich!
"I can't explain it in a sentence or two." He looked at the bald bishop expectantly, "Why don't you go home first and I can draw it for you to see?"
After a meal, the bald bishop looked at a large piece of paper filled with drawings and densely labeled various surgical instruments, and his eyes widened in surprise.
"What is this?"
"The handle of a scalpel."
"this?"
"Round blades. These are curved blades, triangular blades, large, medium and small..."
"what about this?"
"Vascular forceps."
"Why did you draw two identical ones?"
"Oh, this is not a vascular forceps, but a needle holder. These are fine tissue forceps, large flat forceps, small flat forceps. These are mosquito forceps, these are pointed mosquito forceps. These are serrated scissors, curved oblique scissors, straight
Shaped oblique scissors, these are big bend, medium bend, small bend...
By the way, mosquito forceps, pointed mosquito forceps, fine tissue forceps and blood vessel forceps are relatively small, and the blacksmith’s hands are rough, so it’s best to have them made by a jeweler.”
"This, so much?!"
The bald bishop was speechless. Gretel sighed: "This is just an urgent need at the moment. It's still early to get everything in place..."
During that operation, the trolley that the instrument nurse pushed over contained a dazzling array of dozens of instruments, and it would have been impossible to operate the operation.
There is zero sense of security.
Knight Barron looked at the pattern on the paper, then looked at the injury on his wrist, and gradually lowered his head. The expression on his face changed uncertainly, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, and finally, he clenched his fist tightly.
"I……"
Gretel has been paying attention to his expression. He has seen this kind of entanglement, hesitation, and finally made up his mind countless times in his previous life:
Those families who are strapped for money always wander in the emergency room, at the payment window, and in the lobby when they decide whether to sell the pot, whether to go bankrupt, and whether to fight for the possibility of a cure.
At that time, he couldn't take care of much. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, there were dozens or hundreds of patients a day, and there were always a few who were in financial difficulty. But this time, he could finally take care of it.
Gretel held down Knight Barron's shoulders in time. He raised his head, smiled brightly at the bald bishop, and spoke firmly:
"Master Bishop, can you please make a set of these instruments? - After finishing, I will bring Knight Barron to the temple to complete the treatment. I can also write out these pictures and the entire treatment process in detail.
——”
The bald bishop's brows slowly relaxed. He shook his head deliberately:
"That's all?"
"Isn't this enough?" Gretel was full of confidence. "Your Majesty Bishop, there are many warriors among the believers in the Temple of the God of War, right? How many of them have old wounds that cannot be healed? I don't know them, but you know them, right?"
The bald bishop nodded slightly. Indeed, he knew more than a dozen high-level warriors who regretfully retired due to old injuries——
"A lot of these warriors are rich, right? Guess, if they knew that their old injuries could be cured and they could go back to the battlefield, what would they be willing to do for the temple? - Other temples can't cure it, only the God of War Temple can!
"
"You mean, there is only the Temple of the God of War?" The bald bishop was moved. Grete spread his hands:
"Anyway, I don't want to teach the Spring Water Temple..."
As for the Church of the God of Nature, well, the identity of this divine enlightenment is false, and it is too late to hide away.
The bald bishop lowered his head and pondered. The more he thought about it, the more feasible the proposal became. He looked at Gretel and laughed:
"You brat! Just teach us how to treat it, and you're going to make a set of knives for free?"
"Just say it's okay..." Gretel snickered. The bald bishop slapped him on the shoulder:
"Can I say no?"
"Ouch - don't hit me. If it's broken, no one will do the surgery!"