Chapter 861 You are just a bunch of rich beggars! (Ten thousand words update 1/3)
With Cerera's powerful output, Gretel is even more powerful in surgery. It can stably extract part of the calcium and concentrate the extraction range in a small area, creating working conditions for orthopedic surgery.
"Tranquility!"
"Cut the skin! Stop the bleeding! Cerela, the powerful mage's hand, pulls the skin!"
"Stretch the muscles!"
"According to the position of the line I drew, remove 30% of the calcium!"
"Okay! I'm starting!"
Animal experiment, animal experiment. After the animal experiment, it progressed to human experiment. There were indeed many cases collected by the Temple of the God of War, but they were not too many. Gretel had one operation every two days and one operation every three days, and they were done very quickly.
It's on old Morgan's head
"Are you sure you want to do it?"
"Of course I'm sure!" Old Morgan threw off his shirt, lay down on the operating table without hesitation, and automatically turned to his stomach:
"I've been waiting for this day for a long time! Don't hesitate, do it! Even if you fail, it's my fate, I don't blame you!"
Gretel clenched his fists vigorously to cheer himself up. Just when he was about to release the tranquility technique to induce general anesthesia, the old man suddenly turned his head again, his eyes shining brightly, staring straight at him:
"Even if the operation is successful, you still have to become a knight!"
Grete:t_t
I know, you don’t need to remind me... I dare to discount the teacher’s orders, he is afraid he won’t knock my head off...
Do surgery, do surgery. Exercise your mental power, exercise your mental power. Exercise your physical strength, exercise your physical strength. Do animal experiments, do clinical experiments...
"It's done! I finally made it!"
Grete dropped the [Endless Ink Pen], raised his arms and shouted. Animal experiments, simulation experiments with skeletons, stress measurements, and a lot of calculations. Now, we finally have the results:
Between pectus excavatum and scoliosis, pectus excavatum should be repaired first, and then scoliosis. Otherwise, the deformation of the thorax, deformation of the ribs, and compression of the internal organs will cause greater problems!
"Celera! The subsequent surgeries can begin! Let the patients prepare! Especially the children, they must be re-examined, re-done, and let the contract spirit take another look!"
The healers in the entire outpatient area stopped. Serila hurried over, looking excited:
"Is it really possible to do it? Can it be done tomorrow? Can all those children be cured? Can little Leah be the first? During this time, she has been following little Jenny and can already write hundreds of words!"
Grete nodded vigorously, looking in high spirits. In addition to the relationship between pectus excavatum and scoliosis, other complications of scoliosis include spina bifida, syringomyelia, and various abnormalities. He has also been paralyzed for seven days these days.
Eighty dogs can be considered as having gained some experience:
It's nothing more than soldiers coming to block it, and water coming to cover it up. All abnormal and proliferated tissues, soft and hard, should be cut off;
Separate the stuck things carefully and loosen them all;
All lipomas and the like are cut out, and any excess cyst wall that is combined with bulges is cut off, and the nerve tissue in the cyst is returned to the spinal canal...
Hey, it would be good to have treatment. Gretel thought to himself, if there was no treatment, if he stumbled through these patients, at least half of them would bleed to death. Of the remaining half, 80% would have paralysis, incontinence, etc.
sequelae.
But now, the patients he has treated are all very active, and two of them have made breakthroughs and advanced to the next level.
"Serila, let's work hard!" With bright eyes, he looked at the patients who were busy working in the corridor, especially Little Leah, who was walking quickly with a washbasin in her hand:
"Leah, you will be able to receive treatment in a few days. Are you afraid?"
"Don't be afraid, respected Mr. Mage." Little Leah put down the copper basin and walked over in small steps. She raised her head, met Gretel's eyes, and then bowed deeply:
"I believe Mr. Master will definitely cure me. If it really can't be cured, it doesn't matter. Mr. Master has done a lot for me during this time..."
Gretel's breath froze. For a moment, he really wanted to say: I will give you the last treatment. The last treatment is more skillful, and the probability of problems is smaller...
However, he knew that this was of little use. The conditions of patients were ever-changing, and every time he treated a person, he had to be extremely careful:
There may be some difference in proficiency between the first patient and the tenth patient; however, there will not be much improvement between the tenth and twentieth patient.
Unless you have done hundreds of cases in one go, you will be able to do it with ease and become very familiar with it.
But in fact, this one, ten, twenty, are all for the purpose of treating the only one, the son of the Lord of Ostend, and accumulating proficiency.
"Don't worry." He slowly stretched out his hand, landed on Little Leah's disheveled hair, and rubbed it vigorously. Feeling that the bird's nest-like hairstyle was messed up even more by him, Gretel knelt down and looked at Little Leah.
s eyes:
"I will cure you no matter what. If I can't do it, I'll go to the archbishop or the archmage. The damage caused by the surgery can only be repaired by [limb regeneration] at most, and it can definitely be undone!"
Go faster!
One operation a day would take more than half a month to cure everyone. One operation every two days would take just one and a half months. Nearly two months have passed!
Count Ostend is still waiting! Waiting for news of his only son, waiting for the sincerity of the parliament!
Well, during this period, I didn’t pay attention to the situation across the sea. How is the situation in the Netherlands?
The situation in the Netherlands is like a pot of slowly heated water, sizzling and boiling. The lid is pushed upwards, a puff of hot steam comes out, and it calms down a little; the lid falls
, and then accumulate heat...
After secret discussions with the Parliament, the nobles of the Netherlands purchased healing potions, magic equipment, and magic scrolls from the Kingdom of Kent while mediating with the Holy See and the royal family:
The Duke of the Netherlands sent his younger brother and led representatives of the large and small nobles in the territory to organize a petition group of more than 200 nobles. They traveled thousands of miles to the royal capital to petition the royal family and the archbishop of the kingdom.
King Brolin shut himself up. Are you kidding me? He and the queen have just been newlyweds, and they don’t have time to have fun every day. How can they have time to deal with this? Besides, pleasing the queen also costs money!
From the wedding to the present, the queen has already added two sets of jewelry! One set is gold inlaid with coral, and the other is gold and silver inlaid with emeralds and diamonds. Although the queen is virtuous and simple, the only enchantments on the jewelry are glitter, dust removal and cold resistance.
Heat-resistant, that’s money too!
And when attending small banquets and dances, those hairpins, armbands, dance clothes and feather fans...
Jingle, jingle, jingle. The Dutch nobles stayed in the royal capital and kept sending all kinds of gifts to the palace. A shawl that was so thin that it could pass through a ring, five layers of silk with skin still visible, and fur like
A horse as shiny as satin...
Unknowingly, the total value of the gifts has exceeded 50,000 gold coins. From the Queen Mother, the King, the Queen, to the Royal Chef de Cuisine and the Queen's favored maid, no one expressed any intention of relenting.
As for the archbishop?
Please, collecting money for the Holy See is also one of his tasks. Without money, how can the Holy See organize an army to attack the Kingdom of Kent? How can it maintain the majesty of the Holy See?
Once the army moves, personnel, ordnance, horses, food, magical items, everything costs money!
The Dutch nobles were exhausted and desperate. From May, to June, to July, they sat in the sleepy city, sighing:
"Ten more handicraft workshops have opened in my territory."
"Forget it, in my port, there were more than 100 merchant ships entering the port last June, but this year there are less than 60. If you can't enter the port, you can't get goods, and you can't do business at all!"
"Your merchant ship can still go to the other side, to the Kingdom of Rhine, but what about me? All the sugar workshops are closed! This time I came to give gifts, and I also brought the last bit of refined white sugar... I collected the things neatly.
Not accurate!"
"How shameless!"
"shameless!"
"I think we are too shameless..."
A faint sigh floated out from the corner. With a flick of the eye, everyone's eyes were focused on:
The speaker was Bruce Baron Perry Hayes, a famous [Merchant Baron] in the Netherlands. His territory was located in the hinterland of the Netherlands. In addition to saline-alkali land, there were three storm surges a year, plus seawater intrusion once.
There are no mines, no special products, and no specialty workshops. If it were any other noble, he might have been fine. However, this Baron Bruce was really embarrassed. Every noble family in the surrounding area knocked on the door to borrow five hundred thousand.
Collect a sum of money, rent a boat, follow the boat personally, and use your noble status as a tax-free certificate to save a small amount of taxes. After saving the money, you will work hard to build roads and houses in the territory, eliminating the need for tax.
Entry tariffs attract businessmen from all over the world
When these businessmen went to the place, they found that there were roads, ports, warehouses, and restaurants. The most amazing thing was that there were custom streets one after another and casinos one after another. You could explore and invite people to visit~
Relying on various indescribable means, he managed to turn a small town with no shit into a famous city in the Netherlands with flowers and flowers.
"What do you think?"
William Orange, the younger brother of the Duke of the Netherlands, asked in a deep voice. Baron Bruce sighed:
"Forcing us to do this, to come all the way to beg the King and the Holy See for favor, is already humiliating. Since they want to see us suffer humiliation, we will simply lose face to them, and then drag them down!
"
"Let's see who is more shameless!"
Three days later, Queen Brolin, who was waving a small silk fan on the terrace of the palace and chatting and laughing with her female companion, as well as the nobles and servants who were qualified to enter and exit the palace, stared at a group of people walking slowly towards the entrance of the palace.
My eyes almost fell off.
Most of this group of people are tall, with straight spines and steady and powerful steps. You can tell at a glance that each person is a knight. Even if you don't look at their clothes, just based on their demeanor, no one will misunderstand:
These people are definitely nobles.
The premise is not to look at the clothes.
More than two hundred people, headed by William Orange, were all wearing beggar's clothes that were covered with holes and patches, and had rippling edges.
Each person held a stick in his hand, and on the stick hung a tattered sack used by beggars to carry things. They lined up and walked to the gate of the palace, saluted collectively, and shouted:
"Your Majesty, the great King, please have mercy on the Dutch... Your loyal Dutch subjects are almost dying of poverty and are being forced to beg..."
"ah……"
The queen covered her red lips with a small translucent silk fan and exclaimed in a low voice. What are they doing? What on earth are these Dutch people doing?
When she was in the Kingdom of Rhine, even if she searched hard every day, a set of armor had been passed down from generation to generation, and the White Wolf family in the north was not so poor!
When people from their family go out to socialize, no matter what, they still dress in line with aristocratic etiquette!
In the grandest and most magnificent hall of the palace, which could accommodate the largest number of nobles, King Brolin's face turned livid and he cursed:
"Dress like a beggar and pretend to be pitiful and ask me for money? Don't think I don't know your family background! You are a bunch of rich beggars!"
Half an hour later, the palace door slowly opened. A pair of ceremonial officers holding gold and silver scepters went out side by side and guided the Dutch nobles in.
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