It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 817 Did you call the police as soon as the operation started? (Monthly ticket adds 4 updates)
Chapter 817 Did you call the police as soon as the operation started? (Monthly ticket adds 4 updates)
Studying medicine cannot save the Chinese people.
Studying medicine will not save the people of Nevis.
Well, the first sentence was said by Mr. Lu Xun, and the second sentence was said by Grete.
Gretel asked all the patients. Whether it was because they were afraid of magicians or because they had the ability to live independently, all adults chose to receive treatment. Will there be pain?
It doesn't matter, Master Mage, we are not afraid!
Will there be risks or paralysis?
It doesn't matter, Master Mage, just do it!
Will you die if you are unlucky?
this……
"It is a great blessing for us that Master Mage is willing to treat us. Whether it is cured well or not, we have to leave it to God."
Most of the adult patients gritted their teeth and closed their eyes with a stiff smile on their faces, swearing to Gretel. Only one looked at the oldest patient with a face full of yellow and black folds, struggled for a long time, and asked in a low voice:
"Master Mage, if you really die unfortunately, can you please compensate me with a sum of money... not much, not much, just ten gold coins!"
Seeing Grete's expression slightly condensed, he immediately shrank his head, like an old turtle whose neck was stuck. He shook his hands wildly and stepped back step by step:
"Or eight...five gold coins, no more! For my wife and children! If I die, there will be no one to support my family!"
Gretel: "..."
He felt like he had been stuffed with dog food. Really, how could such a short, thin, hunched man, whose torso bowed at 60 degrees every day, actually find a wife?
Then I thought about it again, maybe a man like him who cares about his wife and children will find his wife no matter what, right?
"It's really unfortunate that you died. Oak Grove Medical Center will compensate you with ten gold coins, no less than one cent, and send it to your wife." He nodded slowly:
"If you become disabled or paralyzed, there will also be a follow-up subsidy, which will not leave you without food and clothing for the rest of your life."
"That's enough." The middle-aged patient breathed a sigh of relief and bowed deeply again:
"That's enough. Dear Master Mage, please feel free to use the knife on my body. It doesn't matter even if I really die... Even if I don't die, this is the only money I can earn for my family.
!”
Grete's face turned slightly pale. He spread out the contract, pointed at it one by one, read it to him, asked him to approve it, pressed his fingerprints, and sent him away. He closed his eyes, inhaled slowly, exhaled slowly...
All living beings suffer. Even if the social conditions in his previous life were much better than here, he still could only watch many people choose to give up treatment and go home to wait for death. As a doctor, he knows how to treat, but he cannot save everyone.
.
When we asked the minors again, most of the teenagers' answers were "Yes, we are willing to treat them." The children raised in that jar were younger, didn't understand anything, and could only cry.
Gretel was helpless. According to the ethical standards he had always adhered to, minors, patients without civil capacity, or patients who were unconscious and unable to make decisions for themselves should be decided by their guardians. There is no guardian around?
Medical office!
superior!
The problem is that there is no guardian now. There is a medical office and so on. He himself is the hospital and the medical office. But Grete always feels that it is not a problem to be an athlete and a referee by himself...
In the event of a medical dispute, it is easy to "sue anyone in the court." If you can bring in a third party, it is better to bring in a third party.
He asked people to settle these preliminary patients, and found the necromancer who brought people over. He asked him seriously:
"How will these patients be settled after they are cured, or if they cannot be cured? I mean, especially the children?"
"Both orphanages and almshouses accept them, right?" The necromancer answered smoothly without thinking. After finishing the answer, he looked at Grete's face and pondered for a moment:
"Since we brought them back... we will arrange for them to have their mage and priest qualifications tested first. Those with magician qualifications will have a place in the council to receive them; those with magical qualifications will be sent to the temple through connections. It should not be difficult.
.There is nothing..."
He spread his hands and sighed:
"It's impossible for the parliament to raise them all for no reason. The most likely possibility is an orphanage."
Gretel sighed in annoyance. He dragged the necromancer and asked him to sign all the children's authorization documents and sent him out as a gift. Returning to the office, he knocked on the pile of documents:
"ah"
"What's the matter?"
Cerira rolled in from the window lightly and rubbed Gretel's shoulders. Gretel buried his face in a pile of authorization documents and sighed long and short:
"Oh...it's so annoying..."
After sighing for a long time, he got up from the table and told the story in detail. Finally he sighed:
"Forget about other children, I really feel pity for the little girl named Leah. Such a child can still support herself in the circus. Pulling her out, curing her, and then throwing her into society is tantamount to
It's hurting her..."
Think about the situation of children in the slums, especially girls, think about the situation of little Jenny when she was found, and think about how many girls have been reduced to textile workers, laundresses and even prostitutes early on.
Think about how many of the death records he had seen had reasons such as "14 years old, dystocia" and "15 years old, postpartum hemorrhage"...
"Then let her stay?" Cerela whispered: "With so many people in our hospital, we can afford to raise a little girl for free, right?"
"But it's not good to raise her for nothing... And that's not how things are handled. You can't just see a poor patient and keep her for nothing... She's so young, and there's no way to make her work..."
"That's right..."
The two people sat facing each other, frowning and lamenting at each other. After a while, Cerela raised her hands and said:
"How about I ask the nurses, what is there for a seven or eight-year-old girl to do? Even if there is a little something that can be done, and there is a reason, I can let her stay!"
"also……"
As soon as Grete nodded, Cerira quickly jumped out. After a while, two older nurses came in with one hand in each hand:
"Hey, come on, come on, come on! I have something to ask you!"
Grete recognized that one of them was the mother of little Jenny and the ward nurse; the other was the leader of the washerwomen. Cerira pushed the two of them onto the chairs and sat down, and asked impatiently:
"What can a seven or eight-year-old girl do? By the way, is she literate?"
"You seem to be illiterate, right?" Gretel hesitated. Cerira had already turned to the two nurses, her face full of enthusiasm:
"Is there anything I can do? Anything!"
"What can be done? That's too much!" Both nurses laughed. Little Jenny's mother adjusted her apron and wiped her hands on the edge of the apron:
"Bring tea and water to the patient, wait for orders, and do whatever is asked. Wait for the patient to wipe himself, change clothes, make the bed and fold the quilt, change the baby's diaper, you can do anything! Oh, you may need to learn the last one, but it doesn't matter.
Disaster……"
"There are a lot of jobs I can do here!" The leader of the washerwoman also took over:
"A seven or eight-year-old girl is now able to act like an adult at home. She can take care of her younger brother and younger sister, sweep the floor and wipe tables, wash clothes, sheets, and diapers. There is nothing she can't do! Don't worry, sir. If you want to take her in, we will
I can definitely find a job for her!"
Cerira slowly opened her lips and made a small "O" shape. She looked left and right, and sighed sincerely:
"Human life is really difficult..."
Like their dragon clan, not to mention the seven or eight year old baby dragons, even the seventeen or eighteen year old young dragons don't have to worry about anything except eating, sleeping and playing every day!
Grete sighed deeply beside him. He was careless, he was careless. Not to mention this world, even in his previous life, children from poor families did everything. Children from rural areas followed them to the fields, and children from cities cooked, swept the floor, and washed.
clothing……
"Then so be it." He sighed softly:
"Let Leah stay. If she is cured, she will help in the hospital. Tell Jenny that if you have time, teach her how to read."
"Why!"
Cerira happily agreed.
From that day on, Grete drew blood, performed CT scans, electrocardiograms, and completed various examinations for each of the patients one by one. The 11 patients had different reasons, different bending directions, and different angles. Each patient's treatment plan required his own treatment.
design.
"Gretel, are you okay?"
"Mage Nordmark, can we start the treatment?"
"Which one should be treated first? Are you sure?"
Serira asked once a day, the necromancers came to ask once every three days, and Mrs. Alva sent someone to ask once a week. Grete held his head:
"Don't rush me and let me study for a few more days."
Of the 11 patients, 8 had severe pectus excavatum. By straightening the spine, the pectus excavatum could collapse on the spot for him to see. Also, how to ensure that the internal organs in the spine and ribs do not collapse?
affected?
Not to mention, 5 of the 11 people had myelomeningocele, diastematomyelia, syringomyelia and other strange abnormalities. These are all conditions that have never been encountered in animal experiments, and each one has to
Handle with care.
"Ah ah ah... it's so difficult... Is there a simpler situation for me to practice first..."
Grete had a terrible headache. I remember that two years before he traveled through time, the hospital recruited a doctor. His research direction was the correction of scoliosis and pectus excavatum. It seems that part of it was based on three-dimensional modeling and numerical calculations?
How is that thing calculated?
It seems that we need to do something like stress analysis. How is that done? How do we measure the stress of muscles and bones?
Or, even if you skip all this, what is the order of orthopedics? Which one should be done first and which one should be done last? Have you glanced at it when reading the paper before, or have you mentioned it during the chat?
Grete thought hard, tried hard, but still couldn't figure it out. Fortunately, the other three didn't have these weird troubles, and the cause of one of the teenagers' illnesses was particularly obvious:
When he was a baby, a red-hot iron fell on his back and he was severely burned. The poor people couldn't afford a priest, so they tried all kinds of strange folk remedies, but he survived, leaving only a large area of scars.
Since he was five or six years old, his back has become more and more curved. One foot is high and the other is low. He cannot run or bear weight. After that, his family sold him to a circus.
"The burns on the back resulted in large-area scars, loss of muscle contracture, and scoliosis..."
Gretel is gearing up:
"It's easy! You will be the first one to do the surgery!"
He drew the picture day and night for seven or eight days. This one looks the simplest, but the pelvis is tilted, the left side is higher than the right side, there is a large area of contracture scar tissue on the left back, and most of the muscle tissue underneath is missing.
Because large areas of scarring occur on the limbs, the skin, muscles, fascia, inter-transverse process ligaments, etc. all develop contractures, and the balance of the spine is destroyed. Repairing these tissues requires a lot of work!
When the day of the operation finally arrived, Gretel was prepared. In addition to dragging Cerela along, Carlos, Anivea and other familiar assistants were also with her, ready to help at any time.
Everything went smoothly at first, but as I was doing it, the magic alarm next to me suddenly rang!
"not good!"
Gretel raised his head and his hair stood on end:
"Why did the blood oxygen saturation drop so fast! Carlos! Turn on the ventilator! Annevia, intubate immediately!"
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