Looking down from a high altitude, the colorful flow of people knotted up not far ahead. Some people wanted to rush in, some wanted to run out, and more people were at a loss and stayed in place, so crowded.
In the center of the crowd, screams, loud and low, kept coming.
Gretel was furious. He stretched out his arms, pushed forward, and pushed hard to both sides. While squeezing, he shouted:
"I am the doctor! - I am the healer! Let me in!!!"
Finally, someone started to make way for him. One, two, three. Gretel said thank you and squeezed in. Along the way, he heard the onlookers shouting and asking:
"What happened?"
"The platform collapsed!"
"Why did the platform collapse?"
"They threw candies down, and there were so many people grabbing them. Once they were crowded..."
The problem is serious!
In such a large-scale event, the biggest fear is a collapse accident or a stampede accident!
Gretel's heart was beating wildly. He squeezed into the inner circle and glanced around. It was more serious than he expected.
In the center of the crowd, a half-collapsed wooden platform was tilted. It could be seen that it was originally a stage, about a person's height. The steps at the edge of the stage had been trampled down, and people who were climbing around the steps fell to the ground.
people.
Some screamed loudly, some groaned in pain, some struggled to crawl out with support, and some were curled up on the ground, making no sound. Some were struggling to rescue, while others were spinning around like headless flies, rubbing their hands.
Don't know what to do...
Grete even saw a young woman's right leg bent abnormally and bleeding profusely. However, she didn't care about her legs, held her hands on the ground, and crawled desperately toward the broken stage:
"Little Lila—little Lila—"
have kids?!
Is a child injured?!
Grete's hair stood on end. Suddenly a figure rushed past him. Grete took a closer look and recognized Little John, the first priest he met in time.
Little John had already rushed to the young woman's side, his palm glowing with white light, and pressed against her bleeding injured leg. However, the young woman refused to let him treat her, grabbed his wrist with all her strength, and dragged him towards the ruins of the stage:
"Child! My child! Save my child——"
Little John was stunned. From all directions, several hands instantly climbed up, grabbed his ankles, and grabbed the hem of his priest's robe:
"help me……"
"help me……"
"Master Priest, save me...please-"
"I'll give you money, I'll give you money - there are five silver coins in this purse, all for you, I still have -"
Little John was at a loss. He suddenly turned his head and saw Gretel standing next to him, crying at him:
"What should I do! I can't save so many people! I-I-I can save one at most!"
"You are too slow to save people like this! Listen to me!"
Gretel stepped over to him in one step. He dragged Little John and raised his other palm high, with white light flashing on his fingertips:
"I am a healer! Listen to my command! Back up! Back up! Spread out!"
After shouting several times, the surrounding noise was finally suppressed. Gretel looked around and pointed out a boy who looked smarter and a slightly familiar man with thick eyebrows:
"You! Go find the city guards!
You! Go to the Ares Temple to find someone, tell them, I am Gret Nodmark! Ask them to come and help, there are many people injured here!
The rest of the people, please don't mess around. The elderly and children should stay back, and the others should work in pairs to carry out the wounded one by one and place them in a clean place!"
In such a chaotic situation, someone stood up and gave decisive orders, and many others obeyed one after another. The young man and the thick-browed man ran away. Some of the other adult men and women looked at Little John, and some had already formed groups in twos and threes.
They started to lift people. Another shopkeeper came out and shouted:
"My shop is right next to it, take it to my shop!"
Great! Gretel nodded to him and pointed his hand. Then he rushed to the wounded and checked the situation one by one. At the same time, he activated the zero-level magic of the mage trick:
"This leg is broken! Two people hold one side and hold it up! Don't touch the leg!"
Snapped!
With a wave of his hand, a bright yellow mark was dyed on the right shoulder, which was particularly conspicuous. The injury was serious, but he was conscious, and his life was not in danger for the time being. A yellow mark was made to indicate delayed treatment!
Hey, the mage's trick is really useful. The level 0 magic can last up to 1 hour and can dye an area of 1 cubic foot every 6 seconds.
If it wasn't magic, where would he find a lot of four-color labels in a hurry?
"Okay!" The two middle-aged men picked up the man and left. Gretel quickly stopped him: "Wait!"
He stood still, lowered his head, concentrated, inhaled deeply - exhaled deeply - inhaled deeply - exhaled deeply again. After six seconds, he raised his hand for the second time, and on the injured person's broken leg, he stood still.
Near the center, a long bright yellow line is drawn.
"Find a strong piece of cloth and tie it around the line I marked! If possible, insert a wooden stick into it and tighten it firmly! Stop the bleeding!"
"okay!"
The man carrying the person answered loudly. The young pastor shouted at the same volume as him: "Why don't you treat him first?"
"Prioritize first!" Gretel shouted back:
"Treat life-threatening injuries first, treat serious injuries second, wait for minor injuries first! Go quickly! - You instruct them to carry people in, come over when you carry them in, and I will mark them!"
"good!"
Little John ran away. He even wore a priest's robe when he went out to play on Midsummer Festival. The people present did not recognize him, nor did they recognize the robe. Seeing him obeying orders, everyone naturally followed Gretel's instructions more and more. Soon they were again
A wounded person was dug out. Gretel knelt down and did a quick check:
"He... passed out. Let me take a look. There is a pulse and a heartbeat. Be careful! Another person comes over! Three people lift it together, one supports the head and shoulders, one supports the buttocks, and one supports the legs, keeping in a straight line.
One, two, three, get up!"
Snapped!
With a wave of his hand, a bright red mark was stuck on it. There was no response to calls, he was unconscious, he had a pulse, and he was breathing. This is the highest priority first aid category!
They must be sent to the hospital immediately, oh, there is no hospital now... When the sorting is completed, they must come over immediately and be ready for cardiopulmonary resuscitation, or if a priest arrives, give them priority for treatment!
"Put red marks on one piece, yellow marks on one piece, green and black marks on one piece each! Leave a person next to each patient, waiting to help me!"
Grete shouted loudly to the volunteers who helped carry the person. After shouting, he lowered his head and immediately observed the next wounded person:
"This... I'm not breathing, and my heart is not beating. I have no time to talk to you now. I'm sorry..."
Snapped!
The black mark is blurred upwards. I am too busy now. Once the wounded are sorted and I have enough time to take action, I will judge the situation and see if it is still worth rescuing.
"This... I can still get up on my own, go, go, go, go and wait by myself!"
Snapped!
The green mark is sent. This is the category that requires final treatment. Only when other injured people have been treated, or when the on-site treatment capacity is overflowed, can it be the turn of these lightly injured people.
Of course, the injury still needs to be paid attention to. Who knows what hidden pathophysiological changes are there, such as hypoxemia and metabolic acidosis? If you don’t care about him, he will just sit and throw himself on the street...
Gretel ran back and forth, shouting non-stop. For a moment, the whole area around the stage was stirred up by him. At least dozens of people were running under his command. Maintaining order, moving the wounded, and carrying the collapsed stage...
With more people and greater strength, the accident scene that was like hell just now was quickly cleared by half.