Chapter 6: I know how to heal? Slow down, I haven't removed the stitches yet!
Can you survive?
Gretel was startled. Then, more memories belonging to the original person flooded into his mind like a tide:
"Myself" knelt in front of the man's body and cried bitterly. Uncle Karen knelt beside him and hugged his shoulders tightly: "Little Grete, don't be afraid! Uncle will take care of you and won't let anyone bully you!"
"Myself" held the short wooden sword and swung it vigorously. Uncle Karen stood on the opposite side holding the sword and said in a stern voice: "Wrong posture! Do it again!"
"I" was huddled in the hut, chewing unpalatable black bread. Uncle Karen opened the door and came in, dragged herself away: "Little Grete! Come to uncle's house! Your Aunt Eileen has stewed the broth!"
...That's Uncle Karen, who has been taking care of me since my father died in the war...
Gretel cast his eyes on Uncle Karen's pale face and was speechless for a moment. He subconsciously clasped his hands in front of his chest, making a pose that looked like a prayer, but also like before starting the operation to avoid contaminating his hands again.
posture:
"...I don't know." He said softly: "I don't know..."
The operation was indeed completed. The injured, Uncle Karen, was temporarily out of danger. However, this did not mean that he could sit back and relax. There were still too many troubles for the injured in the future.
The wound was just hastily sutured with linen thread, without antibiotics or blood transfusion. Not to mention, he didn't even wash his hands before he reached in and pinched the injured person's liver hilus...
Except for the healed liver, the entire operation can only be regarded as a small scene in Wu Zhou's opinion. If in their hospital, except for the most dangerous liver rupture rescue, he would not need to take action at all, and the attending doctor would be able to handle it smoothly.
Come down.
The risk after surgery is not great. You will be hospitalized for a few days for observation and antibiotics to suppress it. There is no need for an ICU to clean up the mess.
But now, infection and blood loss alone can give the injured a narrow escape.
Even if you pass these two levels, you will still have intestinal adhesions, intestinal volvulus, nausea and vomiting, hiccups, abdominal distension and urinary retention...a series of various complications...
Either way, if you are unlucky, it can kill the injured person.
And he... couldn't help it.
There were no antibiotics, no drainage strips, no X-rays, B-ultrasounds, CTs, various tests, and no targeted drugs. Uncle Karen really had some complications, and as a doctor, he was helpless.
Seeing his delay in answering, everyone present looked ugly. Uncle Karen's nephew Raymond was especially anxious. He took a step forward and reached out to grab Wu Zhou's shoulder:
"Don't you know? Little Gretel, is there nothing you can do?"
The pleading and anxious tone was exactly the same as the family members of patients that Wu Zhou was used to seeing in the emergency room. Gretel slowly shook his head:
"If possible, I also hope he gets well soon -"
Before he finished speaking, a clean white light shot out from Gretel's closed palms and fell straight into the injured man's abdomen.
Under the illumination of white light, the wound that had just been sutured with hemp thread, and which usually took at least ten days to heal, began to heal rapidly.
"Wow ah ah ah -"
There were exclamations. The little freckled priest John shouted especially loudly: "Healing! It's healing! Gretel, do you know how to heal?!"
Gretel:!!!
do not!
Grow slower! Please, grow slower!
I haven't taken out the stitches yet!
He had no time to be surprised, and no time to be happy that the injured person was saved. He had already rushed forward in the white light of the healing technique. He waved the dagger with his right hand, picking apart the twine exposed on the skin one by one, and pulled and pulled with his left hand——
Take out the stitches! Take out the stitches! Take them out as soon as the wound has just healed and the white light has not dissipated!
If left alone, the sutures will take up space and easily lead to wound infection!
Remove it, remove it quickly, remove it as soon as possible before the wound becomes strong. Not only will the patient suffer less, but the healing technique that has not yet dissipated may still be used a little bit...
Grete concentrated on holding his breath and used the greatest hand speed in his life. He picked up the sharp blade in his right hand, lightly pinched the thumb and index finger of his left hand, put his hands together, and almost dragged out an afterimage above the injured man's abdomen——
The emergency department was originally a place where people were fighting for their lives. They were suturing the spleen, suturing the liver, and suturing blood vessels. They were all flying stitches. He wished his APM could reach 764. But he never thought that one day he would need to remove a suture or something.
The speed of the hand is so high.
The tenth thread! Incision on the right side of the rectus abdominis, suture removal completed!
The eighteenth thread! The stitches on the right upper abdomen have been removed!
Twenty-seven!—Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!
Done!
The white light slowly faded. One vertical and one slant, the two wounds disappeared completely, as if they had never appeared. Not only that, the injured even slowly opened his eyes and began to try to hold up his body——
"team leader!"
"Captain, you're ready!"
Several soldiers cheered and rushed forward. Gretel's soul flew into the sky, and he immediately pounced forward, spreading his arms to block them:
"Don't touch him!—Lie down! Lie down!"
I'll go! The surface is healed, but God knows if it's okay inside!
I had three layers of sutures on the abdominal wall alone! Who knows if the inner layer of superficial fascia and the inner layer of peritoneum have grown in! What if this stretch opens the tear again——
Not to mention that the rectus abdominis was also scratched, and the ruptured omentum was not sewed at all just now. There were injuries everywhere. Whether it had grown or not, Wu Zhou didn’t know at all, and he couldn’t refute it in this wilderness.
Get an MRI -
Even if it's not in the wilderness, there's nothing to do. He has traveled through time! He has traveled through time!
Being pressed by Grete, Captain Cullen had no power to resist and lay down with a plop. He lay down, but he raised his head hard and stared at the opponent, his eyes full of shock:
"Little Gretel, you...you?"
Grete's heart beat suddenly. Comparing his feelings, anyone would be shocked to see a child they have grown up with suddenly know how to cut open a person's stomach and use a needle and thread to creak and sew the flesh. But, how is he going to explain it?!
Ignore?
Pretending to be stupid?
This is Uncle Karen, who has been taking care of the original person since his father died in the war. No matter what, he has to give an explanation to make people feel at ease!
Grete's head was pounding, as if there was a hard drive embedded inside, which was churning at 7,200 rpm a minute. In the rush of information retrieval and data integration, an abnormal message was bolded, highlighted, and decisively pinned to the top of his mind:
By the way, the white light that just shot out from his palm to promote the healing of the injury...
It's exactly the same as what the little priest released before, it's a healing technique!
Healing = divine art = God’s backing = God told him to do it!
The logic is correct and perfect!
Gretel blurted out:
"Uncle Karen, don't worry, I - I have received divine enlightenment!"