It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 581: Don’t be afraid, wife! If your hand is broken, I will support you for the rest of your life!
Chapter 581: Don’t be afraid, wife! If your hand is broken, I will support you for the rest of your life!
The woman's face was pale and pale, her body was leaning against the operating table, and she was about to collapse. Gretel sighed secretly, and was about to continue to persuade her politely, when a green light fell without warning, controlling the woman in place, unable to speak, unable to
move.
It was Elder Erwin who took action. The third level of natural soothing was similar to the tranquility spell of the Temple of the God of War, and its effect was slightly equivalent to general anesthesia.
"Little Gretel, hurry up and work first." Elder Erwin said in a cold voice:
"Whether you can save it or not, you have to work hard first before you can tell. This hand is so rotten. If you do it later, I hope you will spend less time chatting with her!"
Doesn’t this require a pre-operative conversation, informing, and obtaining consent? Grete smiled bitterly: After being in this world for so long, he is still not used to the laws of this world. What is medical ethics? What is the patient’s right to informed consent?
Healers and spellcasters, for patients, their identities are in heaven and on earth. If you are willing to treat you, you are very good, but you still have to spend all your words and nagging to persuade?
dream!
"Teacher, please tell the bishop that if amputation is really necessary, her husband must agree!" He lowered his head to clean the wound. While working, he continued to mutter:
"It's best if they both agree! Don't force, don't force, don't yell at them! Your hands are on your body, your life is yours, you have to agree!"
"I know!" Elder Erwin replied angrily. He opened the door and went out to yell a few words. After all, he was still worried about his disciple, so he came back. He stood on the side, looked at the bloody hand, and frowned.
road:
"Can I help you with anything? Do you want to release the healing spell?"
"No need for now." Gretel's eyes were heavy. He pointed at Aunt Rita's abdomen:
"Teacher, do you know the location of the pancreas? Treat the pancreas and let her blood sugar drop at least a little bit..."
How was insulin extracted from the pancreas in the first place? What reagents, steps, and reaction methods were used?
Grete had no idea at all. The only thing he knew was that not many years later, the Chinese were the first to artificially synthesize insulin...
However, it was definitely not a good idea to directly mash the pancreas and inject it into the human body. It would definitely cause trouble. In desperation, he had no choice but to save the country and asked Elder Erwin to directly use the treatment method to take care of the patient's pancreas.
Well, diabetes is caused by problems with the pancreas. Treating the pancreas will definitely be good for blood sugar. That’s it!
He lowered his head, and the mage's hand and scalpel flew up and down together, continuing to debridement. This process, in the eyes of outsiders, was particularly ferocious and terrifying:
Drop by drop, the liquefied fat is washed away by the saline solution and falls into the basin below;
The whitish, discolored, and necrotic superficial fascia was cut off without mercy;
Under the necrotic skin, the deep fascia is torn open, the pus is sucked out, and put aside to wait for bacterial culture;
Muscles, tendons, blood vessels, and all tissues that have lost their vitality and elasticity are all cleaned up...
Not long after, the four fingers except the thumb, the back of the palm, and the center of the palm were covered with white bones. Gretel took a deep breath, turned his head, and raised his voice:
"Cerela! Cerela!"
"coming!"
Miss Silver Dragon appeared quickly. Grete raised his right hand, circled his thumb and index finger, and made a gesture in front of his eyes:
"Celera, bring me a magnifying glass! It's the one I used to connect my arm last time, six times the size!"
"okay!"
The silver dragon girl waved her hand casually, and the fluorescent light flashed. In front of Gretel, the palm that had almost been cut off in half was immediately enlarged six times.
The next task... will be even more difficult.
Gretel closed his eyes silently. Debridement, debridement, must remove all necrotic tissue, but also retain enough viable tissue.
Especially Aunt Rita's hand, there is very little tissue left. If more normal tissue is not retained, even if the debridement is successful, it will be difficult to grow back...
Under the six-magnification microscope, Grete operated carefully with an almost minimally invasive level. The scalpel passed quietly along the dividing line between necrotic tissue and normal tissue. One piece, another, and another...
Looking from the direction of Elder Erwin and Cerera, the extent of the blade's sinking between Gretel's last slash and his next slash was so small that it was almost invisible.
Cerela was curious, so she made a hand gesture of holding a knife and hovered in the air. Within two seconds, her fingertips could be seen moving up and down on the ground.
"so difficult."
The silver dragon girl secretly stuck out her tongue. Gretel suddenly became hoarse and tilted his head slightly:
"Wipe the sweat."
Serila quickly flew out a mage's hand and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Gretel closed his eyes for a moment and sighed secretly:
Why is it that even though he has a beautiful silver dragon girl, there is still no one to wipe his sweat, and only a mage's hand flies over...
The hand of the mage is really not a good thing!
Just when I thought of this, there was a loud commotion outside the operating room. Three or five men shouted at the top of their lungs. Among them, a low and anxious voice shouted particularly loudly:
"Rita! Rita! Let me in! How is she! Why did you cut off the hand?"
Gretel quickly looked to the right side of the operating table. Aunt Rita was lying on the operating table, still looking like she was controlled by a spell, unable to speak or move, but her pupils were wide open, obviously very excited.
.
Don't!
Blood pressure will be high!
Gretel sighed and had no choice but to perform a soothing technique, hoping that she would calm down. Alas, there was no test and comparison, so I don’t know if the effect was good...
"Calm down! They're doing surgery inside!"
The only one with a louder voice than him was the bald bishop. Listening to the sounds of body collisions outside, it seemed that the bald bishop was driving out all the family members of the patients one by one.
Of course, with the strength of high-level warriors and high-level spellcasters, it is easy to do this...
The operating room quickly became quiet. Gretel breathed a sigh of relief and continued to work hard. The dorsal palmar artery, the dorsal digital artery... branches of the ulnar nerve, branches of the median nerve, branches of the radial nerve... muscles... tendons...
If you can keep a little, keep a little; if you can live a little more, live a little more!
Suddenly, there were footsteps approaching quickly from outside. The thin wooden door of the operating room was hammered loudly. Fortunately, the visitor did not mean to open the door. After hammering the door a few times, he opened it outside.
Shout at the top of your lungs:
"Rita! Don't be afraid, Rita! Let's listen to the priests! If they say you can keep it, keep it; if they say you want to cut it off, cut it off! Don't be afraid! Survive! If your hand is broken, I will support you for the rest of your life!
I will support you for the rest of my life!!!"
On the operating table, the woman was lying on her back, staring at the top of her head, her eyes sparkling.
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