Wu Zhou turned his head and saw a big rough hand holding a wooden bowl in front of him. The soldier's hands were full of calluses. Even if he washed them deliberately, he could not clean the deep black stains between the nails. The thumbs were black and yellow.
Still hanging on the edge of the bowl, his nails were deeply inserted into the water...
Wu Zhou felt his stomach churning after just one glance. However, in this poor place, he had to find something else to hold the saline...
Don’t even think about it!
This kind of thatched roof house, the wooden barrel is so dirty that you can't see its true color, and besides the wooden bowl, there is probably nothing else!
Wu Zhou lowered his head and took a sip of the salt water, appreciating the taste, and felt a river of sadness in his heart.
It is so miserable in the wild where there is no readily available saline solution.
Boil the water now, mix it with cold boiled water, and put salt in it. How much salt to put in has to be calculated mentally on the spot!
He took a sip of the concentration and felt the temperature again. He felt that the concentration might be a little off, but the temperature was about the same. As for the temperature being half a degree lower than 37 degrees, the salt water concentration was off by 10%...
I can’t control that much anymore!
Add salt, add salt, add more salt. To be cautious, Wu Zhou asked them to add salt three times in a row before adjusting it to a satisfactory concentration. Then, he ordered these rough-handed men to clean the mouth of the water bag with strong liquor.
, pick it up and pour it inside——
From the upper abdomen to the lower abdomen, rinse carefully bit by bit. After flushing, gently hold the intestines with both hands and continue to shout:
"Come and lift him up! One lifts his shoulders, one lifts his feet, and one lifts his back!"
The red-haired archer held the wounded man's shoulders.
The young man who was the first to kneel beside the injured person, holding his intestines, lifted the injured person's legs.
The young priest, who was kneeling opposite the injured in a very twisted posture, pressing the brachial artery with one hand and the posterior tibial artery with the other, also let go with Wu Zhou's permission. Surgery, examination, cleaning, after a series of operations, the injured
The blood on the left arm and left leg has basically stopped, and the work of pressing the small freckles has ended, and he has turned to supporting the injured person's back.
"One, two, three, get up! Move to my side!"
With a splash, the normal saline water poured out after flushing the abdominal cavity.
Wu Zhou continued to burst into tears.
There is no suction device, no drainage tube, nothing... Use a straw or a reed stick to suck the vomit? As long as he thinks of the big yellow teeth of those soldiers, and if the suction is not good, a mouthful and a half of vomiting will be returned to the abdominal cavity, Wu Zhou will
He said, forget it.
He had no choice but to adopt the simplest and crudest method: rinse the abdominal cavity, lift the person up, and pour water out.
The water was basically poured out, and Wu Zhouzi checked it carefully for the last time. Fortunately, there was no bleeding anywhere, or to use Wu Zhou's accustomed terminology - there was no active bleeding. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.
, straightened up slightly and stretched his hand to the side:
"Stitch!"
...No one paid any attention.
There were no tweezers, no needles and threads, no equipment. The nurse smiled with crooked eyes. She gently patted the needle into his palm...
Wu Zhou: "..."
T_T
He should have gotten used to it.
This is not a hospital or an operating room. There are no first assistants, second assistants, equipment nurses, or circulating nurses, or a bunch of people working together to cooperate. When I say suture, there is no one around me who knows what he means...
"Give me the needle and thread!"
"Ah?...Oh!"
The freckle-faced little priest jumped up, rustled, and began to dig into his inner pocket.
Wu Zhou's eyes lit up.
He originally thought that the dilapidated thatched hut next to it was a home, and he should be able to find needle and thread. Who would have thought that this little freckle actually had needle and thread? That's good, the priest is of a higher class than the common people, so he got it.
Things should be better...
No, wait!
What a piece of shit is this!
A sewing needle, no, with that length and thickness, it’s basically a quilt needle!
Still curved!
Bent!
It bends when sewing clothes!
And this thread! This thread! You are not required to use antibacterial sutures or barbed knot-free sutures. Your hemp thread is still lumpy and not smooth at all. What do you mean?
Forget it...you can't ask too much for a broken place...
Wu Zhou tried to comfort himself, flying stitches, and suturing the abdominal wall as quickly as possible. While sewing, the veins on his forehead were beating wildly: there were no absorbable sutures, no silk threads, only the crudest hemp thread - the threading needle.
Or a sewing needle! Straight! Straight!
There is no needle holder, no bent needle, just holding a sewing needle in your hand and poking it into your flesh. Who knows how it feels to sew...
He concentrated on holding his breath and patiently suturing the peritoneum, superficial fascia, skin and subcutaneous tissue layer by layer... He meticulously completed the three layers of suturing, and after tying the last knot, he leaned back as if he was exhausted.
One end was lying on the ground.
"Bandage him up..."
There wasn't even anyone to help wipe away the sweat.
sad.
No one helped him wipe his sweat during the operation. Fortunately, there was someone to take care of him after the operation. Wu Zhou lay down, and five or six hands immediately reached out to help him. He had just been pushed around by him without daring to say a word.
The noisy warriors rushed forward, talking all over the place:
"Little Grete, you are so awesome!"
"Little Grete, when did you learn this?"
"Little Gretel..."
Wu Zhou:......???
His tired and confused mind turned and turned again, and finally a memory was pumped into his mind. Yes, those people were calling him, his name was Gretel, Gretel Nordmark,
City Guard recruits...
Today, he went out to patrol the city with his team and escorted the pastor - that little freckle named John - back home to visit relatives. The person who had just been injured and treated by him was the captain of their team, Uncle Karen, who had been taking care of him.
When Uncle Karen was injured, those who knelt down and held his intestines were his nephew Raymond, the spearman; the red-haired archer Taung; and the shield warrior Vali who he had blasted to boil water before. Together, this is
The entire lineup of a team.
So...I traveled through time?
Sure enough, after working overtime crazily in the emergency department, I ended up turning into a corpse...
Alas, I survived being the chief resident and attending the hospital, but I didn’t expect that I still fell down at the level of deputy chief physician!
Wu Zhou silently wiped a handful of bitter tears for himself. He looked around, looking at the gentle rolling hillsides and green grassland in the distance, looking at the antique thatched roof houses, and looking at the white people with tall noses and deep eyes around him.
The good-looking teammate finally lowered his eyes, held a moment of silence for himself, and said silently to himself:
"From now on, I am Gretel..."
Grete raised his eyes again and saw a row of several soldiers, oh, and a priest. They all stared at him with burning eyes. Obviously, everyone was surprised as to why he suddenly opened his stomach to save people.
A curiosity.
Gretel: "..."
How do I explain this?
Can I tell them that I have this ability, which I honed in my previous life during twelve years of primary and secondary education, seven years of bachelor's and master's degrees, and more than ten years of clinical work?!
If you really dare to say this, you will be... burned to death...?
There was a pastor at the scene who saw everything and could report it to the church when he got home. He couldn't hide it even if he wanted to!
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At the moment when he was thinking about the burning rack from the Inquisition, and was about to think about the ten tortures, a worrying question interrupted his train of thought and saved him from disaster: