It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 524: Sexy Vampires, Online Blood Test (Li Xi and Ten Thousand Rewards will be updated)
Chapter 524: Sexy Vampires, Online Blood Test (Li Xi and Ten Thousand Rewards will be updated)
The deafening sound of artillery finally stopped. The sailors aboard the Humpback Whale put down their boats and rowed hard, rushing to salvage the dead poisonous dragon. While rowing, they let go of their voices and sang loudly:
"Pull the cable and pull it!"
“Paddle and paddle!”
"The long cable pulls!"
"The top I just changed into is torn!"
Then there was a burst of wild and wild laughter. The laughter made the fish sink to the bottom and the seabirds flew away. In the laughter, they threw out the hook lines, spread the fishing nets, and then scooped water into the boat one by one:
The seawater containing the blood of the poisonous dragon is also a precious magic material. The mages have said that they must be taken back and cannot be wasted!
Singing and laughter, one wave after another. On the deck, Gretel banged, banged, patted his left ear, then patted his right ear...
This damn cannon was so loud! His ears were almost deafened!
Fortunately, more than 100 cannons were not fired at the same time...
Of course, this is impossible. On the Humpback Whale, there are 30 12-pound guns, 28 24-pound guns, and 30 32-pound guns, which are also arranged on both sides of the deck.
At the same moment, the cannons that "spoke" together could only hold up a dozen or so cannons.
The strange thing is that he was too close to the forecastle deck... The 68-pound gun on the deck just now waited until the last moment to get closer and fire, hitting the poisonous dragon in the chest. The combat power was very strong, but Gretel felt that his membrane was probably also affected.
Hit...
"Gretel, how are you?"
Cerela quietly touched his elbow. The girl's pointed elf ears unfolded silently, and the thin film surrounding the ear holes quietly disappeared without a trace.
"I should be fine..."
Grete smiled bitterly. In order to protect himself, he also threw two healing spells on his ears, which were regarded as placebos:
"There should be no perforation of the periosteum..."
"Mage Nordmark!" Before he could finish speaking, someone was shouting at the top of his lungs. Gretel looked around and saw a familiar God of War Bishop emerging from the cabin and waving to him vigorously:
"Mage Nordmark! Come down and help me!"
Ah, this is Mage Apton, the healer stationed on the flagship of the Third Fleet. Gretel suddenly remembered the other person's name, slapped his head, and ran to the cabin:
After all, there was a war just now! Even if the opponent did not board the ship and there was no artillery fire, the artillery fire was still fired! With the level of artillery and training these days...
Could it be that the chamber was exploded?
He followed Bishop Upton and ran down the stairs. Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, the leather shoes made a loud sound on the narrow and steep stairs, and he almost missed his step and rolled down the stairs.
When he was about to lose his balance, an arm stretched out from behind and grabbed Gretel by the collar:
"Be careful! Oh, let me carry you away!"
Grete shook his head. Didn't he forget to add [Cat Elegance] to himself? As for carrying him down the whole process!
Entering the cabin and going down to the lower deck, the gun cabin was dimly lit and filled with smoke. Ropes were stumbling everywhere, barrels were rolling around, and cannonballs were all over the floor. It was a complete mess.
Looking up, the visibility was less than ten meters. Everyone was shouting, everyone was running, and everyone was doing their best to clean up the situation.
In this chaos, Gretel sniffed and ran towards the source of the bloody smell accurately:
"What happened? The chamber exploded?"
The barrel was indeed exploded. The heavy cast iron barrel was torn into three or four petals that bloomed outward and twisted like twists. The heavy barrel was directly blown away by the air waves and hit a sailor hard. As for being smashed
sailor...
Well……
Gretel only glanced at it and turned away, turning his attention to the other wounded. Half of the gun breech, together with the thick gun button, was all smashed into the chest, and half of the gun body was pressed against him. He must be hopeless!
I just heard that the overall weight of this 32-pound gun seems to be close to three tons...
Bishop Ampton did not expect Gretel to save this guy. He stopped at the scene of the explosion, turned back quickly, raised his hand and made a circle:
"Quick! I'll save Knight Entre, and I'll leave these people to you!"
Then, without looking back, he ran towards the guy whose chest was punched by the cannon tail. Gretel was speechless:
Can this be saved? The knight’s vitality is so strong, can he survive until you save him?
The light of the healing technique had begun to flicker. Grete had no time to ask, glanced around, and shouted:
"Where are the people? Help me carry them first!"
The power of this explosion was very impressive. The fragments flew across half of the cabin and swept away half of the cabin. Fifty or sixty sailors had broken heads and bleeding, broken muscles and bones, and fell to the ground moaning...
"Move! Move! You! Find a place to sit on the side, and then press here and here!" Gretel looked at them one by one:
"Put this aside first, and tie it with a rope where I drew the yellow line! Tie it tightly! If it doesn't tighten, insert a wooden stick into the rope, and then rotate the wooden stick hard!"
The mage's trick is used to mark the binding position and let people tie the tourniquet. It is really convenient...
"This one has passed out...Celera, help open the airway and perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation!"
"Okay! Look at me! Powerful Mage's Hand! Powerful Mage's Hand! Blowing Technique! Gretel, is there anyone else who wants to do it?"
Uh, okay, Miss Yinlong is really a top two when it comes to cardiopulmonary resuscitation. No, maybe she can be a top four...
"This guy... what the hell, he has a hemopneumothorax! Come here and watch him for me and don't move around. Call me when this bottle is full!"
Fortunately, there is a syringe now... Insert the needle, connect the vines, and close the lower chest drainage. Grete's hand speed is crazy, and the processing is completed in a moment. He takes two steps and turns his head...
"Don't pick up that bottle! The bottle must be lower than your chest!"
Oops, it’s really tiring to not have a reliable emergency team.
Bishop Gretel and Bishop Ampton were busy with their hands and feet;
Cerira followed Grete, obeying his instructions and performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the patient while secretly throwing out healing techniques;
As they were busy, there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and a large group of people walked down. Led by Archmage Leblanc, dwarves, barbarians, vampires, orcs, and VIPs on the deck came over to observe the situation in the gun cabin:
"Oops, someone seems to be injured? Do you need help?"
A faint light has already shone on Elder Brock's pure white feather cloak. Hey, since the combat effectiveness of the parliamentary battleship has been confirmed, it is appropriate to show goodwill appropriately!
With him taking the lead, the dwarf elders immediately rolled up their sleeves and followed. Several high-level healers started working together, and even the magicians were not idle. Gretel raised his head in his busy schedule and shouted:
"Mage's trick! Debride the wounded!"
The scrapes caused by dust, iron filings, wood chips, and gunpowder penetrate into the superficial body. It is most convenient to use cleansing technique to debridement!
White light flashed. Dozens of injured people sitting or lying on the ground were first cleaned up by the cleaning technique, and then, minor injuries, moderate injuries were treated, and serious injuries were treated head-on:
The bleeding was stopped, the broken bones were set, and the wounds with broken skin and flesh were healed. After all the cooking, not to mention the living and dead, the flesh and bones, at least the life was saved, and the injuries were barely healed.
"Now there's only one left..."
Grete wiped his sweat and ran towards the most seriously injured knight. The knight's chest still had the remains of the iron cannon. The four sailors were divided into two rows, one on each side, two on the left and two on the right, holding on to the iron cannon to prevent it from moving.
Bishop Purton stood nearby, sweating profusely, and the healing skills on his hands flickered.
He looked at Grete for help, but was too embarrassed to speak:
He is a seventh-level priest, and Grete is a fifth-level priest. He is so busy now, so why isn’t Grete so busy now?
Gretel knelt down directly in front of the knight and began to check his vital signs. The pupils, the light reflex was present, had not dilated; the breathing was still there, although it was very weak; the carotid artery, there was a weak pulse; the blood pressure...
He took out two invasive blood pressure monitors and inserted them into the patient's radial artery. As soon as the reading came out, Gretel frowned tightly:
This is also an invasive blood pressure monitor. If it were non-invasive, it would basically not be able to measure it!
"We need blood transfusions immediately!" He whispered. The problem is that it takes a lot of time to arrest people one by one to test their blood types or cross-match their blood...
Grete gritted his teeth, took out a set of sterilized needles, a sealed bottle of Ringer's solution, connected it to a vine, and stabbed it into the victim's brachial vein. As soon as the bottle was hung up, the liquid slipped into the victim's blood vessel.
"His aura has become stronger!" Bishop Apton said in surprise on the other side.
Colloids can buy a little time, but not much. Blood transfusion, epinephrine, dopamine, surgery, and a multi-pronged approach are still needed to save the patient's life.
Gretel raised his eyes and looked around, and his vision suddenly dimmed. The blood race Marquis stood in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"You just said you need a blood transfusion?"
"yes!"
"Need to identify blood type?"
"Yes! Can you do it?"
The bright light in Gretel's eyes made the fleet commander Knight Drok and several high-level healers next to him couldn't help but take a step forward.
"I...maybe." Marquis Turgu looked solemn and stretched out his hand to Gretel:
"Give me."
A drop of blood. Just a drop of blood. Marquis Turgu closed his eyes and tasted it, pondering for a long time. Then, Knight Drok was the first to donate a drop of blood, followed by the gunner, boatswain, and the uninjured sailor in the gun cabin...
"This is different."
"This one is different too."
"This one is different too."
"This... well, give me another drop of the knight's blood, and I'll compare..."
In ten minutes, Marquis Turgu identified 60 objects at the speed of one drop per 10 seconds, and found 14 people with the same blood type as the injured.
Gretel assigned Serrela to follow him. He picked one, and Serrela would match a share of blood. At the end of 10 minutes, the result of the cross-blood matching came:
Among the 10 blood samples that have produced results, in 8 of them, the primary side was normal and the secondary side was normal.
80% correct rate.
This is the accuracy rate of high-level vampires who are not yet fully proficient in blood testing using the tasting method.
The vampire talent is so terrifying.
Grete didn't have time to sigh, he had already rushed forward and took blood one by one. For the first and second, he personally drew 200 ml of blood, poured it into a sterile glass bottle, hung it up, and connected it to a vine. It was hot and had just lost the antibiotic.
The blood that condensed the spell was gurgling into the veins of the injured.
"Celera! I'll leave the rest to you! I say take the blood, and you do the work!"
"okay!"
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