The tendons that were broken into two parts squirmed and moved forward a little, as if they wanted to grow together. Gretel watched intently, secretly happy.
Suturing has always been one of the difficulties in tendon surgery. The needle should be more dense and sparse, and the thread should be pulled looser or tighter, which will affect the healing effect.
Not to mention 4-0 or 5-0, the smallest to 10-0 sutures must have sufficient tensile strength;
For a curved needle with a diameter of 100μ, the tip must be at an acute angle of 23 degrees, no more or less;
The needle body must be bent into a perfect arc, but the cross-section must be square to facilitate the needle holder to hold it;
The material used for the looper must have sufficient strength and toughness, and cannot be bent or deformed...
With the level of industry in this world, Gretel doesn't think they will be able to build it in another ten years.
But now there is treatment! No need to sew! No need to wear microscopes. On a blood vessel with a diameter of 1 mm, you have to sew six or eight stitches!
Although the sewing skills he had practiced hard on grapefruits, oranges, and grapes since college seemed to be useless, it was so cool!
Under the white light, the tendons grow inwards bit by bit. One strand, two strands...
Stopped.
Isn't it? The amount of treatment is not enough? When I did simulated surgery before, whether it was a pig or a sheep, it was easy to heal the tendon!
Grete stopped and thought for a moment, guessing that the knight's vitality was stronger and the tendons needed more energy to heal. Well, let's do it again!
The white light falls and the tendons grow...
Stopped again.
I still want to continue using the healing spell, but I already feel a little dizzy, and my temples are throbbing with pain. This state has been very familiar to Gretel since becoming a mage apprentice: the mental power has been exhausted to the limit, and no more spells can be cast...
…
Alas, the low level is sad. Even a small operation such as tendon suturing, one person cannot play the entire game...
Grete gave a decisive look with his eyes. The surgeon in charge will do the most critical work and leave everything else to the assistant. The bald bishop! It’s time to go on stage!
The Bishop's attack was really powerful. A very thin, very solid white light fell, and in a moment, the ruptured tendon had recovered as before, without any defects.
Grete pulled it with a hook, and then pulled it again. The muscles were stretched, and the tendons were firmly connected to the muscles at one end and the bones at the other end, without any intention of breaking.
"How about it?"
Several voices asked at the same time. Grete observed carefully again, raised his head and smiled:
"It should be fine. Pour the holy water! Rinse it from top to bottom!"
Sigh... Although there is no normal saline rinse, antibiotic rinse, heparin saline rinse or anything like that, we do have holy water rinse, so it is better than nothing...
The advantage of cooperating with the temple is that there are enough holy water pipes. Large pots of holy water were poured up, and then flowed to the ground. Grete made a final observation to confirm that no small blood vessels were bleeding, and straightened up:
"Very good, the operation was successful! - Do you know how to do it?"
"No -" a neat, confident voice. Outside the operating table, in the circle of people stepping on tables and benches, each shouted louder than the other.
"No..." a low and trembling voice. Around the operating table, the priests and knights who had been selected to become assistants all lowered their heads and avoided Grete's gaze.
"I know how to pull the hook..."
Behind Grete, someone who didn't know who he was, muttered very quietly.
Gretel rolled his eyes. You are proud of being able to draw a hook, right? You are better than others, right? If there is a chance another day, I will ask you to hold the threaded iron rod in the wounded person's body and wait for the fire brigade to put on the saw! Don't move yet!
Opposite, the bald bishop who served as the first assistant glared at him hard. In the pair of eyes that looked like Lu Zhishen and Zhang Fei, the left eye said: No! The right eye said: You said I will teach you!
Gretel couldn't help but laugh. He gave a "be calm" look and continued to give orders:
"Let go of the hook! Let go! Let go of what's in your hand, let go, let go! Okay, healing technique, heal the skin!"
The white light fell again. This time, what appeared in front of everyone was smooth and flawless skin without any wounds.
Except for all the hair being shaved off, it looks much cleaner than the other hand, with no trace of the surgery at all.
Grete nodded with satisfaction. As long as there is treatment, it is good. Post-operative infection, poor healing, poor blood supply, etc., it seems that there is no need to consider it. He loosened the tourniquet with his own hands, observed the blood perfusion, and awakened from anesthesia... No,
This is not an anesthesiologist’s job!
"Unlock the magic of imprisonment!"
Gretel's clear voice sounded. The white light quickly disappeared. Knight Barron turned over and sat up, jumping off the operating table.
Wow... This is much faster than waking up from anesthesia! I don't know if it hurts when the wrist is cut, or if there are other feelings... Remember to ask him later. Grete is always afraid of the volunteers hired by the bald bishop.
Unreliable. You are too pious. If you are in pain but refuse to tell me, it will delay important events!
Grete thought about it quickly. Knight Barron jumped off the operating table and immediately bent his wrist forcefully.
active!
Can use force!
"I'm ready!"
Knight Barron roared. At that moment, Gretel even felt the hall trembling, the roof tiles shaking, and dust falling...
What was even more frightening was that Knight Barron, who had just roared, turned around and hugged him. Gretel reflexively took a step back: "Wait! Wait wait! - Let me see if your hand can be strong.
!Do a...muscle...strength...test..."
Gretel's voice grew louder and quieter, then slowly died down. Knight Barron looked both ways, then held the lower edge of the operating table with his right hand, raised his arm muscles, and lifted it hard!
...did not move.
The operating table is built on the ground...
Gretel was embarrassed when he saw it. However, Knight Barron's expression remained unchanged. He reached out and grabbed a curved hook, held it tightly with his left hand, grabbed the curved part with his right hand, and pulled hard!
"Hey hey hey hey hey!"
Amidst the creaking sound of metal deforming, Grete carefully drew a hook and made it specially for Knight, allowing the Barron Knight to straighten it...
"No, this is mine..."
He looked at Knight Barron, who looked at him with an innocent face. For a moment, the knight dropped his hook, rushed up and hugged Gretel hard, with tears flying:
"I'm fine! My hand is fine! My hand is fine..."
Gretel tried his best to turn his head to avoid the sound. Suddenly, his body became light and he was thrown high into the air. Knight Barron, Knight Flynn, Knight Ciro, and a group of familiar temple knights were all catching him below.
He catches it once, throws it once, catches it again, throws it again...
"Put me down! Put me down! Don't throw me here! There are scalpels here, help-"
In the temple, Grete's screams continued continuously, with a long aftertaste.