It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 602: Get the healing potion and do a carotid artery angiography first! (Update 3 with 10,000 rewards)
Chapter 602: Get the healing potion and do a carotid artery angiography first! (Update 3 with 10,000 rewards)
Gretel moved the X-ray source downwards and quickly observed the condition of the injured. When he scanned the chest, he immediately frowned:
Under the chest wall, there are obvious strip-like images, and the lung tissue is strongly compressed! Although the compression rate has not exceeded 50%, it is already very dangerous!
pneumothorax!
In addition to the head, the murderer also stabbed the injured man in the chest at least once. By coincidence, he stabbed a tension pneumothorax!
This thing kills people very quickly, only a little slower than a puncture of a large artery... You have to save people quickly, otherwise it will be too late!
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Let me save people!"
He shouted an order. At the same time, he patted the space bag, and the surgical instrument box fell to the ground and opened automatically.
Scalpels, tissue forceps, retractors... all kinds of bottles and jars...
Gretel picked up a glass bottle and stepped forward quickly. He stretched out his left hand, the green vines on his fingertips swaying in the wind, and drilled in along the wound on the injured man's chest.
"what are you doing"
Several people asked different questions from the front and back. Two of them had particularly hoarse voices, which sounded like they were grinding a file with sandpaper. They sounded like necromancers, as did the injured one.
Thank God, no one stopped him. Gretel had no time to speak. He pressed the wounded man's chest with his left hand and pointed with his right hand:
Blah blah blah! The water-generating technique was activated, and a glass bottle was filled with clear water in an instant. The other end of the vine lifted up on its own, and one end got into the bottom of the bottle.
Soon, bubbles began to bubble, and a small string appeared at the bottom of the water.
"Closed chest drainage." Grete breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the bubbles. He stared closely at the X-ray image, watching the lung lobes relax little by little, and answered quickly:
"He had a pneumothorax... He couldn't use closed drainage to get the air out. His lungs were tightly compressed and he couldn't breathe..."
As he spoke, the injured person exhaled a breath, his chest finally began to rise and fall slightly, and he groaned softly. His eyelids moved upward, and his eyes began to turn slightly.
There were sounds of relief all around, and someone was asking in a low voice:
"who is he?"
"Who is this rescuer?"
"Gretel Nordmark..."
Gretel turned a deaf ear. After dealing with the most urgent open pneumothorax, he continued to check:
Thank God, there was no major bleeding, no punctured arteries, or anything like that. His breathing has recovered, and an electrocardiogram showed it was basically normal. The injured person is not in danger for the time being.
My consciousness has slightly recovered, but the structure of my left eye cannot be explored yet, and I don’t know how much it was injured. There is blood flowing out of my left nasal cavity, and it’s hard to say what’s going on inside.
As for the knife on the head, that has to be dealt with slowly.
so
How many times did the murderer stab him?
Besides the knife in the eye, where else were they stabbed?
What is this knife usually used for? Is it rusty or poisonous?
In addition to stabbing with a knife, did the murderer do anything else? For example, use magic attacks, such as throwing poison?
Gretel looked around, planning to find someone to ask. The atmosphere in the whole room was tense:
A female magician of the enchantment type collapsed on the sofa, with two female companions on the left and right next to her, listening to her whimpering and crying:
"It's all my fault... I shouldn't have been afraid that they would fight, so I proposed to come to this room to talk... Who would have thought that they would use a knife..."
Opposite the female magician, a young, somewhat handsome magician, covered in blood, was pinned to the ground by several skeletons. Those skeletons were criss-crossed with arms and legs, and even the ribs were tightened on the human body.
It was obvious that the necromancers who took action did not want to give the tied people any chance to struggle. They stood side by side and stared at the magicians in the Song Tower opposite, their faces full of vigilance.
Grete walked towards them cautiously. As he walked, he raised his hands flat in front of his chest, palms facing outward, indicating that he did not intend to do anything wrong:
"Uh... you guys get out of the way first and let me ask him a few questions... I won't touch him, I'm just trying to save people. You want to know what that knife is like..."
Before he could continue, the necromancers looked at each other and moved left and right to make way for them. Gretel breathed a sigh of relief:
Thank God, his reputation is quite good in Black Crow Swamp, and he can make do with his face...
He squatted in front of the murderer, lowered his voice, and asked quickly. Thank God, the knife was not deliberately contaminated with poison, and it was not rusty. The murderer did not release any spells except for stabbing with passion.
So... now we have to look at the head injury. The X-ray is not very clear...
Gretel stood up and wanted to apply for clearance. When he turned around, he realized that the surroundings were bustling and crowded with people:
The screams shocked the whole floor. After Gretel finished watching the X-ray film, dozens of mages had already rushed to the door, poking their heads and rustling:
"what's the situation?"
"Why did you suddenly use the knife?"
"Where was it inserted?... Hiss, the knife must have been inserted into the brain!"
"Did you call the medical mage? Who called him?"
"Shh... isn't it already here?"
"But I've already called for you! Do you want to send someone to stop me?"
"No! What level is this now?...Only level six? Can you withstand it at level six? I think he doesn't dare to draw the sword..."
As they were talking, there was a huge noise outside. A group of people were running and shouting, getting closer and closer:
"I'm coming!"
"The healers are coming!"
"Tenth level medical mage!"
"Help!"
There were clattering footsteps. Gretel turned his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man in white robe flying towards him and stopped beside the injured man.
The person squatted down, stretched out his hand, and white light rippled on his fingertips. He came slightly closer and stopped immediately:
"Well……"
What bastard asked him to come! What bastard! What he said was unclear. He said he was stabbed, but why didn't he say it was stabbed in the eye?
How dare he just pull out a place like this!
"I..." He stretched out his hand, then retracted it, stretched out his hand again, and retracted it again. A foot away from him, the magician who invited him over anxiously urged:
"Master Bennett, please save him quickly! He is about to die!"
But the knife pierced too deep! Beads of sweat were rolling down Bennett's forehead. If he pulled out the knife now, would his treatment skills have enough time to stop the bleeding?
Could it be that if he moved a little too slowly, blood would surge from the injured person's brain, and that would be the end of it?
Or will the treatment skills fade so quickly that they simply grow in the brain and become even more difficult to remove?
"Wait a minute! Let me think about it...let me think about it...this knife has been pierced into my brain..."
"It didn't penetrate the brain."
Next to him, a clear and clear voice suddenly retorted in a low voice.
Bennett turned his head and saw a young man half-kneeling on his left side. He was so young that he could almost be called a teenager. His expression was serious and full of confidence:
"This knife was inserted from the lower part of the orbit of the left eye, penetrating the zygomatic area, nasopharynx, upper jaw, and reaching the carotid artery. At present, it seems that the carotid artery has not been ruptured. It is hard to say how many other blood vessels and nerves have been injured...
"
As he spoke, he casually summoned [Silent Phantom]. In the void, light and shadow spread, and a skull was instantly outlined.
As they continued to draw organs and tissues, the necromancers next to them made a move, and a skeleton jumped up from the ground. It took off its head, respectfully, and held it with both hands in front of it.
Gretel: "..."
I have done this before when I used skulls or plastic skulls to talk about anatomy. I used skulls that were presented to me to talk about anatomy. I...
Well, I have done it before. When I met Lin En for the first time, his golden skeleton was so obedient and obedient...
He casually wanted to grab a pen or something else to use instead of a sharp knife. With a click, a rib had been cut off from the skeleton and brought to him. Gretel frowned:
"I want to be straight."
The ribs fell to the ground, and the skeleton turned his hand without hesitation and broke off his ulna...
If you don't accept this kind of kindness, you will be letting Mr. Skeleton down a bit. Gretel took the ulna, inserted it into the skull's eye socket, and held it up to show it to everyone:
"Look, it's inserted diagonally downward, from the left eye socket to a place close to the neck. It's indeed a little far away from the brain, but there are too many blood vessels here, too many..."
Not only blood vessels, but also nerves. Where the blade passes, there are dense plexuses of nerves, especially the posterior cranial nerves, which are the most troublesome. Gretel is extremely worried:
The injured person's consciousness has not fully recovered, perhaps not only because of self-protection due to panic, but also because of injured nerves. It would be better if it was just compression, but if the nerves are ruptured...
"Then what are you going to do?"
The crowd parted, and Archmage Grom arrived out of breath. He nodded to Mrs. Alva, and before he had time to say hello, he asked directly. Gretel gathered himself:
"I want to take a look first."
"What do you think?"
"Take a bottle" Gretel paused:
"First get two bottles of potion to treat serious injuries. I'm going to do a carotid angiogram to see the condition of the blood vessels in the neck and brain!"
"What?"
Archmage Grom has not followed up on Gretel's research in recent times, and was stunned for a moment. Mrs. Alva had already agreed:
"Okay! What else do you want?"
She would give him whatever he wanted! The murderer was from the Tower of Songs, and the injured person died. The most difficult thing was her! Little Grete could be more sure of saving people.
"Clear the area! Find a non-magical item and immobilize the injured! Find a magic source from the mage tower. I want to power this thing..."
He took out the golden treasure box from the space bag. Mrs. Alva smiled when she saw it and stretched out her hands:
"Just let me provide the energy! What else do you want?"
"It would be best to have something that can rotate the injured person in place so that I can observe the situation 360 degrees..."
"No problem! You guys, let's go! Don't watch the fun here!"
Most of the onlookers dispersed. Two skeletons and four [Powerful Mage Hands] stepped forward to help.
In a moment, the unconscious injured person was tied to an armchair, with his head fixed. The four legs of the chair fell on the floating saucer, stable, waiting to rotate at a constant speed.
Grete held the syringe in his hand, sucked in a full 30 ml [potion to treat serious injuries], and told Archmage Grom:
"When I call start, you activate [Detection Magic]! Press one hand on the gold box and meditate on the scene in the field of vision. The gold box will record it! Are you ready?"
"Wait a minute!" Master Bennett scratched the door frame and stuck his head out impatiently:
"Can you let me stay and watch? I can help rotate the floating saucer!"
"Okay! You stay! Three, two, one!"
The medicine is pushed into the arteries and flows into the brain as the heart beats.
After a moment, the spell was completed. Gretel triggered the chip, stared at the twisted and twisted blood vessels next to the tip of the knife, and frowned:
"This is very difficult to handle..."
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