It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 657: Want to perform a cesarean section? Study for another year! (10,000 rewards plus 1 update)
Chapter 657: Want to perform a cesarean section? Study for another year! (10,000 rewards plus 1 update)
Whether it is standing up for the princess or the queen, Gretel doesn't care at all.
Anyway, he won't be tied to the Kingdom of Rhine. As for asking him to go to the royal capital or something, he has to talk to the council and get the teacher's nod.
Besides, no one wants him to leave Nevis, Oak Grove Hospital and Mage Tower!
Well, work hard to do clinical and scientific research, and work hard to publish papers. This is the most important thing.
When he has accumulated a thick stack of papers and published a book "Obstetrics and Gynecology", he will naturally become the biggest boss in this field, and no one can ignore his voice!
In view of this, Grete immersed himself in the hospital, operations, and papers. Of course, with the world's understanding of cesarean section surgery, he couldn't help but stay in the operating room and keep an eye on every operation:
"Snapped!"
A semi-illusory, gleaming, yet solid hemostat suddenly appeared and struck the necromancer's wrist. Accompanied by Gretel's roar:
"The transverse incision does not require you to cut a horizontal line! It is a shallow arc! A shallow arc! Forget it, get off the stage, go back and cut 100 rubber balloons, and then think about the surgery!"
The radial styloid process of the right hand turned red instantly... The necromancer who performed the surgery did not dare to say a word, bowed his head and stepped back, rolling to the edge of the operating room and standing next to the wall.
The next necromancer hurriedly took his place. The knife was passed across quickly and effectively, and then a knife was cut into the subcutaneous fat, and a small incision was made in the fascia on both sides of the midline.
Next, the No. 2 chief surgeon took the blunt-tipped curved scissors from the hand of the instrument nurse, strictly speaking, the instrument skeleton, and began to cut the fascia...
"Snapped!"
The transparent hemostat was empty and struck again. Gretel continued to curse:
"Put the tip of the scissors up! Curl up! How many times have I told you not to listen! There is so much muscle tissue down there, and you want to poke a few holes in the flesh with the tip of the scissors down?! Make that mistake again, and you will do a hundred dissections.
The rabbit comes again!"
The second necromancer shook his hand, and the radial styloid process of his right hand turned red exactly the same.
I have to say, this area really hurts when struck...it won't break the skin or bleed, but it really hurts!
He clicked, made a few cuts on the fascia, and continued to cut the subcutaneous fat. As soon as his hand moved, the transparent hemostat flew up from the air, and it clicked again:
"Who asked you to cut the fat layer? Pull it apart! Pull it apart! The fat layer is torn off, so it is not easy to damage the nerves and blood vessels! Forget it, step down and replace me!"
Therefore, demand is the best driving force for research and development.
Grete has been operating on his own for so long, but he has not developed any new magic. He has only been teaching students for a few days, and he has practiced the level 0 trick [Hemostat Radial Styloid Taping Technique] to perfection...
Opposite the operating table, a group of young necromancers were silent. It was said that they were already very skilled at dissecting dogs and rabbits, and had dissected countless corpses, more than three per person.
As a result, following Grete on the operating table, a lot of problems can be picked out at any time...
Five people were changed, and the wrists were tapped more than ten times. In the end, Joanna did it herself, stumbling under Gretel's guidance, and completed the operation.
Fortunately, the mother was under spinal anesthesia + hypnosis, so she didn't know anything during the whole process. Otherwise, if she saw Gretel roaring like this, changing people, roaring again, changing people again, she would be so scared that she would jump off the operating table...
Well, so this is the advantage of the spell. In the previous life, spinal anesthesia was spinal anesthesia, and the patient remained conscious. Unless he was transferred to general anesthesia, the surgeon or instructor would never dare to curse like this.
If you don’t care about the students, you should also care about the patients’ feelings!
After an operation was completed, several young necromancers rolled out of the operating room like eggplants beaten by frost. Joanna watched the nurses send the mother off the stage and asked worriedly:
"Did you scold them too harshly? After all, they have just started..."
"It's because I just got started and I have some bad habits, so I have to correct them quickly." There were no outsiders around, and Grete didn't pretend to be angry, and sighed longly:
"It is easier to start breaking off a sapling when it is a sapling than to break it off after it has grown into a towering tree. I corrected their points. Each one of them is that if done wrong, it will cause harm to the patient..."
This is the case with medical care. In this industry, the error tolerance rate is very, very low. It can almost be said to be almost zero. If a car is repaired, you can replace it, and if a house falls down, you can rebuild it. But what about people?
People cannot be resurrected. Even if it is just a wrong cut or even delaying the condition, people will suffer unnecessary pain!
"That's...okay."
Joanna thought about it and could only agree. Moreover, she really had no say in the training of surgeons.
Not to mention those necromancers, even though she has advanced two months, she can only perform surgeries under Gretel's guidance. God knows how long it will be before she can be an independent surgeon.
"Gretel, how long will it take me to study before I can return to Heartland City?"
"What? Are you homesick?" Grete stood under the running water, scrubbing his arms. When he heard the female pastor's question, he paused slightly and turned to look over:
"It's early! First of all, you need to be able to perform surgeries independently and be relatively proficient in them. Then you will increase the amount of surgeries. If you are lucky, you will be able to see common complications."
Grete raised his head slightly and estimated the total training time from intern to hospitalization in his previous life. He also estimated how much risk this world's magic can offset, and how much tolerance the world has for surgical death:
"It will take at least one year, right? At the fastest one year, I can barely practice independently. However, if you want to know the why of each operation and be able to teach your disciples, I'm afraid it will take even longer..."
"It takes so long..."
Joanna was a little frustrated. She wanted to go back as soon as possible, spread the technology of cesarean section as soon as possible, and benefit the people in her hometown as soon as possible...
But during this time, she had seen many techniques that she had never heard of before. Knowing that she knew very little, she could only settle down and learn.
But while studying, I still occasionally mutter:
Are there really that many complications?
Will it take half a year, no, a year or so, to encounter all the common ones? Maybe you can’t even encounter the uncommon ones?
Will the complications be so dangerous that even treatment can’t bring them back, or they don’t know how to deal with them?
Obviously, in the past two months, she had performed nearly a hundred operations with Grete, and they had all been performed smoothly, and there had never been any problems!
However, complications came as soon as possible. On this day, Joanna stood in front of the operating table as usual, incising the abdomen, cutting the fascia, separating the muscles, and cutting the peritoneum. Standing on the left and right were a necromancer and the hand of the mage.
Fly and help pull the hook...
She has become much more skilled. She does not need to hypnotize the mother, nor does Grete keep staring at her. Grete is sitting on a round stool in the corner, his eyes straight, as if he is wandering in the sky. In front of him are two light screens, one on the left and one on the right, dancing.
non-stop:
Joanna knew that one was an electrocardiogram and the other was blood oxygen monitoring. As long as the information on these two screens was normal, it meant everything was fine and the operation could proceed as usual.
From this point of view, Gretel did not even say a word or do anything. As long as he kept an eye on these two light screens, his role in the operation was irreplaceable.
Joanna withdrew her gaze and continued working. After incising the peritoneum and exposing the uterus, she was about to gently incise the myometrium when the mother suddenly started writhing on the bed.
Joanna glanced sideways and saw the woman raising her hands and pressing her chest, trying hard to breathe and making a hiccup sound in her throat. She even turned her head to the side, as if she wanted to vomit...
"Don't move! Don't move!"
Joanna panicked. When the mother moved like this, her scalpel almost went astray!
Damn it!
The uterine wall is so thin that it is almost transparent. If the blade is tilted, it can cut directly into the fetus!
"Don't move!" She shouted loudly to the mother. She pointed her hand at the edge of the wooden operating table, and a large vine grew densely on the edge of the wooden operating table, tying the mother up and down. While tying up the person, she was beating the two dead men.
The spirit mage gave the order:
"Control her!"
"yes!"
Four mage hands flew out together. Joanna quickly started thinking in her busy schedule:
What's wrong?
What happened?
Why does the mother suddenly feel uncomfortable? Why does she feel like vomiting? Is it the negative impact of magic, or is she nervous about being scratched with a knife, or...
While thinking about it, she looked at the two light screens. On the electrocardiogram screen, the curve went up and down, and on the blood oxygen monitoring screen, the bright red seemed to be dimmed but not dimmed at all. In short, there was no hint for her.
Before she could think of a reason, Gretel jumped up in the corner of the operating room:
"Don't move! Turn on the oxygen concentrator! Give her oxygen! Quick!"
As he spoke, he rushed over, raised his hand and patted the mother's waist. A dim light flashed, and [Touch of Exhaustion·Muscle Relaxation Version] took action, and the mother immediately lost strength and collapsed on the bed:
When your muscles are relaxed, you naturally don’t have the strength to struggle, right?
A necromancer panicked, rushed to turn on the oxygen concentrator, and pressed the oxygen mask on the face of the mother. Gretel flew his hands, performed the [Inspiration Technique], opened the intravenous access, and infused Ringer's solution, all in a blink of an eye.
, doing several things in succession. At the same time, he was busy giving orders:
"Bring the pillow from the corner! Put it under her right hip! Let her lean to the left! Lean to the left! Lean 15 degrees! Quick!"
Another necromancer also hurriedly went to work. Fortunately, the mage's hands flew quickly. As soon as he turned around and pointed his hand, he immediately picked up two pillows.
Joanna let go of the vine and lifted the mother up diagonally. The necromancer quickly stuffed a pillow down, then another...
Then, Joanna looked at the mother's face, which gradually became pale and frightened, and the urge to vomit also subsided. Gretel stared at the screen, quickly took the mother's blood pressure with her hand, and let out a long breath:
"Okay, it's okay. The blood pressure is back...Joanna, you have to remember that postpartum women often have low blood pressure when lying on their backs, and may experience chest tightness, shortness of breath, dizziness, nausea, vomiting and other symptoms. Let her lie 15 degrees to the left.
Stay, give her oxygen and infusion, she will be better..."
Damn it!
Luckily he saw her during her obstetrics rotation!
Fortunately, he saw the symptoms and the drop in heartbeat and made an accurate judgment!
The magic of real-time blood pressure measurement must be invented quickly! It is too troublesome to always rely on a mercury sphygmomanometer or an invasive sphygmomanometer!
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