He quietly nestled in the mage tower, reading books, memorizing dictionaries, and learning magic. Two days later, the analysis of the spark spell was completed; and two days later, the mage's hand was successfully released.
The following days are about meditating to exercise mental strength, practicing the fine control of the mage's hands. And, most importantly -
Look for opportunities to release detection magic three times a day to see if you can find any magic aura that can illuminate the bones through the human body.
Half a month passed in a flash. Gretel was taken to the Temple of the God of War again. This time, with the cooperation of priests and knights, she completed an operation that was unprecedented in this world.
——Suture of the flexor carpi radialis tendon of the right arm.
Wearing a fake surgical gown that had been steamed for half an hour and just dried, and fake gloves made of sausage casings.
There is an assistant on the opposite side, and someone on the side delivers the equipment.
Above the head, in a large disk with a diameter of one meter, dots of white light shine downward. If you look closely, you can see that they are all lighting techniques released by the priests on the spot...
This is surgery!
Compared to the disembowelment and intestine removal in the wilderness, the gap is huge!
As expected, it’s easy to enjoy the shade with the big tree at your back T_T
Gretel happily took a breath of the air of the temple. Well, the smell is not very good, there are too many people around, and the body odor is a bit heavy...
Other priests, priest apprentices, and knights with sufficient qualifications and curiosity in the Temple of the God of War, except for those who helped him, all poured into the temple, carrying stools, tables, and stools on the tables, and circled around the operating table.
, from the inside to the outside, from low to high, forming three large circles.
Seeing them holding hands and stretching their necks to watch the operation, Grete really wanted to say something:
Don't fall down! Even if you fall down, don't fall onto the operating table and interfere with my operation...
That's not all. Not everyone can come in. Knight Flynn, Knight Ciro, and other friends of Knight Barron were all squeezed out of the hall, standing on tiptoe to look in eagerly. Knight Flynn even shouted
A voice:
"Little Gretel, please!"
"knew!"
Gretel called back. He prepared the skin, disinfected it with strong alcohol, and tied the tourniquet. He finished everything with his own hands and nodded to the bald bishop opposite. The bishop clasped his hands together and murmured a prayer:
"Almighty God of War, please have mercy on your believer and don't let him feel pain..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a white light like a grid fixed Knight Barron on the operating table. The Lord Knight tilted his head and fell asleep almost immediately.
Gretel: "..."
Even though it was not the first time he saw it, he still really wanted to ask:
Is this stick numbing, hypnosis or magical confinement?
It doesn’t matter what method it is. Anyway, I have tried it several times with live pigs before. During the operation, the pig did not struggle or move around during the entire operation, and its muscles did not even tighten.
Perfect.
When Grete was still a little worried and embarrassed to say it, the bald bishop called out more than ten volunteers who were healthy, pious, and willing to use themselves to test the knife...
With the magical anesthesia as a base, the success rate of the operation was at least 30% higher. Grete nodded happily to both sides, lowered his eyes, and made a slash.
Good luck.
Whether it's because the new scalpel is sharper or because magical anesthesia has reduced the skin's resistance. In short, the tight skin on Knight Barron's wrists cracked with the knife.
Grete breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God, at least there was no situation where the knife could not cut the skin at all...
If it really comes to that point, where is his dignity as the chief surgeon? Although the temple knight who will perform the surgery for him is already ready...
After this cut, there was very little bleeding, almost just coming out slowly. There was a burst of surprised discussion around:
"Wow!"
"So little bleeding!"
"How did he do it?"
"Hey, let's talk about it." The bald bishop urged. His voice was muffled under the mask, like thunder. For the sake of the sponsor, Gretel started to teach the group of bystanders:
"Pay attention to the depth of the incision. Only the skin is cut, and the underlying muscles and blood vessels are not cut. Of course, there will be no major bleeding. - Retractor."
Two unknown priests on the left and right rushed forward, each holding a hook, and pulled the incised skin outward. The little freckled priest John stood at the patient's feet, and before Grete could speak, he handed over a pair of tweezers.
Come up.
Works well together.
It was not in vain that I trained with them for several days.
Gretel took the forceps with satisfaction, avoiding the blood vessels and nerves on the patient's arm, and searched through the red muscles one by one. At the same time, he counted silently in his mind, one, two, three...
"vomit--"
Look, someone actually vomited.
This is not okay, brothers, you are the God of War Temple!
You didn't even perform the surgery yourself, but you vomited just by looking at it. How can you save someone?
... Gretel, who was slandering like this, didn't even think about what he looked like when he vomited when he took the human anatomy class for the first time...
Grete rolled his eyes at the other side. Unexpectedly, there was no reaction from the other side. When he looked again, he saw the bald bishop's big head turned to the side, and his cheeks were bulging under the thin mask...
"Hello!"
Grete shouted softly. The bald bishop's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and his chest heaved, as if he had swallowed something. Then, he finally raised his head and shouted like thunder:
"Go out and puke!"
There was a roar.
Grete didn't look back. It sounded like the guy who vomited was thrown out of the circle directly from the table...
No, is your God of War Temple so violent?
He continued the operation carefully. Avoiding blood vessels and nerves, he hooked each muscle with a hook. Then he murmured a mantra, activated the mage's hand, and pulled it horizontally.
Can't pull it open.
According to "Basics of Spells", the magic of Mage's Hand can move objects weighing no more than five pounds. At this moment, the force required to pull the hook seems to exceed five pounds...
Grete shook off a cold sweat inside, handed the hook to his assistants, and ordered them to pull it open. He continued to lower his head, rummaged, and found the retracted flexor carpi radialis muscle deep in the muscle layer, and used tissue tweezers to clamp the tendon.
end.
The operation went smoothly. Then, Grete finally encountered difficulties for the first time.
I pull——
I pull——
I can't pull it!
Damn it, the last time I did thoracentesis for decompression, I couldn’t poke my chest, and this time when I stretched the tendons, I couldn’t pull the muscles either?
Are the knights of this world so physically powerful?
Muscle relaxants, I need muscle relaxants!
However, in this different world, where there is no pharmaceutical or chemical industry, there is no place to buy muscle relaxants if you have money...
Gretel subconsciously glanced back. In his previous life, in the direction where the anesthesiologist should be, there were only stacks of tables, chairs, and a white-robed priest standing on them.
As for the one who actually took on the responsibility of the anesthesiologist...
Gretel had a flash of inspiration. She squeezed the middle part of the tweezers with her right hand, released it with her left hand, and pointed to the handle of the tweezers to the bald bishop:
"Pinch this and pull back! I said stop and stop! One, two, three! - Hey, stop, stop, stop!"
I'm going to work as a part-time knight for this Lord Bishop! He straightened the flexor carpi radialis muscle that I couldn't move in an instant!
Grete secretly shook off a cold sweat.
Fortunately, the bald bishop made one movement after another command, and stopped as soon as he said it, without stretching it another millimeter. His strong arms stabilized him and he straightened out the ruptured tendon on the other end step by step, trimmed the shape, and brought the two sides together.
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Then, raise your hands flat in front of your chest with your palms facing outward, making the preparation posture of a surgeon waiting for surgery, concentrate your mind, and recite silently: