Someone is here again! Gretel turned around and couldn't help being pleasantly surprised:
"Priest Donald!"
This is another old acquaintance, Priest Donald from the Temple of the Goddess of Spring. He is the only person in Gretel's Temple of the Goddess of Spring who has raised his favorability level to friendly. Because he messed up the exploration team's affairs before, it seemed that he was ordered to face the wall and reflect. Now look at it.
Does it look like it’s been released?
"Priest Donald, is your temple also here to help?"
"I was passing by." Priest Donald strode in. Looking left and right, he saw the various marks on the wounded, and his eyes lit up:
"This is a great idea! - Little Grete, where do you need my help most?"
"This woman!" Gretel pointed at the middle-aged woman with an abdominal injury. Priest Donald looked down and his eyebrows immediately wrinkled:
"With such an injury... I'm afraid I can't do it..."
"Cure as many as you can! Wait for the elders and others to come over!"
"Will they come?"
"of course!"
Priest Donald stopped talking. He and the two low-ranking priests he brought stood side by side, praying in a low voice. Handfuls after handfuls of white light were sprinkled on the wounded. Grete rushed over to observe carefully, and saw the smell of the middle-aged woman.
, and as expected, it gradually stabilized under the treatment. Even so, Gretel was a little worried:
The damage to the internal organs is getting worse. When will the big guys come?
The big guys are indeed on their way.
The bald bishop ran out of the city lord's palace, looked around and saw a huge crowd of people in the square at the entrance, and started to leave. - With such a crowded flow of people, no means of transportation can be as fast as two legs.
After running two steps, a gust of wind blew past him. Elder Erwin's robes billowed and he was already chasing after him.
The two looked at each other and started racing at a tacit understanding - no one could run slower than that old man/bald man!
However, the high priest of the Temple of the Spring Goddess was not so anxious. He stood up slowly, accompanied the city lord, Viscount Joan, out slowly, and slowly lined up to get into the carriage...
The city lord, the high priest, the magician, and the nobles who were curious to see them all lined up in an orderly manner and set off one by one. Master Herman was caught in the crowd, and he heard a woman chattering in the back of the team:
"That kid is just a priest apprentice! If you give him such a torment, maybe those who don't need to die will die half as much!"
If Gretel could hear this discussion, he would definitely say: Let alone half of them die, even if only one dies, I don’t want to see it! He handed the middle-aged woman to Priest Donald, and ran away without looking back.
Arrangements have been made for the black area, the red area, and the yellow area. If we have the spare capacity, we hope that the two people who are unlikely to be left behind can be rescued, so we must save them!
There were only two injured people in the black area, an adult man and a little girl. The two priests of the Church of Nature, Anthony and Joanna, were looking at each other, sweating profusely while using healing techniques.
Grete quickened his pace. He was still two steps away from the black area, and Joanna had already shouted:
"She's out of breath!"
"Lila - my Lila -"
A sharp cry suddenly rose up. Gretel's heart shrank suddenly, and he almost wanted to stop and look back.
This girl... was the daughter of the young woman he saw when he first arrived at the scene of the accident? Was she the daughter of the mother who had broken her leg and was crawling on the ground, desperately trying to save her?
Was he the one who judged that there was no breathing or heartbeat and directly marked the child as black, so that the child was finally rescued?
If it could be earlier... if she could be saved first... After all, her heartbeat and breathing had recovered before, and if she could be treated in time, maybe... maybe...
am I wrong?
No, I'm not wrong!
Gretel gritted his teeth and quickened his pace. During a catastrophic disaster, the principles of sorting the wounded and the hierarchical rescue order are rules summarized with the blood and lives of countless people. They can only be followed and cannot be exceeded!
"The treatment continues!" he shouted loudly and rushed over:
"I came to see her!—Are you just out of breath?"
"Yes!" Joanna replied hurriedly. She answered this sentence in a hurry, and immediately lowered her head to pray, and Gretel's question caught up with her:
"Where's the heartbeat?"
Joanna waved her hands quickly. She couldn't even spare the time to speak. The three mysterious and wild red marks on her face were as dim as stickers. She chanted quickly, and Gretel rushed forward and felt the girl's pulse, and then
I touched the carotid artery, and my heart tightened, then relaxed again.
The heart stopped. However, the touch of the carotid artery under his fingertips told him that the little girl's blood pressure was still there and had not dropped to the bottom. There was hope! There was still hope of rescue!
"Continue to maintain the healing technique! I will do the rest!"
The little girl was lying on her back on the long wooden table in the restaurant, her face was pale and silent, and her nose had not moved. Grete glanced at the height of the table, immediately stretched out his hands, turned over on the table, and knelt on both sides of the little girl:
"CPR! - You are responsible for artificial respiration!"
Thank God! Fortunately, I told them about cardiopulmonary resuscitation before... They don't need to do external compressions, they are only responsible for artificial respiration. I hope they don't lose their luck!
One! Two! Three!...29!30!
"Blow!"
Grete roared. Joanna quickly leaned down, tilted the little girl's head and neck back, pinched her nose. She took a deep breath, covered the little girl's lips with her lips, and blew out hard!
Grete looked at the little girl's chest without blinking. Once, twice, he continued to perform cardiac compressions!
Thirty external cardiac compressions, two blows, another thirty external compressions, two more blows! The cycle repeats without stopping!
The tabletop was hard, and Grete only knelt for a minute or two before his knees hurt like a knife. He completed five cycles in one go, his arms were sore and sweating like rain, but he still didn't dare to stop - press his neck.
Arteries, try breathing, confirm that heartbeat and breathing have not recovered, continue!
According to the guidelines, when two or more people perform cardiac compressions, they should change the person every two minutes, or every five cycles. Grete did not dare to let anyone take over—even if a new doctor who passed the examination was rescuing a patient for the first time.
Their movements may not be standard, not to mention that these pastors have only listened to lectures!
Persist, keep persevering, little Lila's life is under the palm of your hand!
Hold on, Grete!
If you can do it, you will definitely be able to do it! Among the senior doctors, some people once persisted alone for more than an hour until they brought someone back from the brink of death!
When will the reinforcements come?
Grete gritted his teeth and pressed down the weight of his upper body. He pressed down, lifted up, pressed down again, and lifted up again. The sweat on his forehead and raindrops seemed to be dripping on the little girl. Joanna raised her head and glanced at him, but there was nothing.
He was talking in vain, but the prayers in his mouth were chanted faster and more urgently.
"I am coming!"
There was a shout at the door. Elder Erwin rushed in, followed closely by the bald bishop. The two looked left and right, and ran to Grete's side at the same time, and gentle and abundant light rain fell down.
Grete ignored them, gritted his teeth, and pressed down again and again. After performing this set of cardiopulmonary resuscitation and checking again, as soon as he connected to Little Lila's carotid artery, a huge surprise immediately swept through Grete's body.
Under the fingertips, it was full of life, beating one by one. The little girl's heartbeat had recovered!
Rescued...
Rescued!
Gretel heaved a sigh of relief and struggled to jump off the table. However, as soon as he moved, his knees suffered severe pain, and his body softened and he fell down to the edge of the table.