It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 1 Help Me Up!I can still sew!
Wu Zhou, deputy director of the emergency department, woke up from a coma and felt that someone was patting him.

"Little Gretel, little Gretel..."

The man shouted as he patted.Wu Zhou reluctantly opened his eyes, and it was pitch black in front of him.The guy who called him didn't stop, slapped to no avail, grabbed his shoulder, and shook it back and forth:
"Little Gretel, wake up! How are you!"

Wu Zhou shook his head with the man's strength, only to find that he was lying face down, a face that seemed to be buried in the soil.Taking a breath, the mouth and nose are full of bloody, earthy smells, and God knows some strange smells, blowing towards the face.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

He arched his back reflexively and coughed desperately.While coughing, he roared in his heart:

Who set him up?How do you let him lie down like this?Don't know that people who are in a coma can't lie on their stomachs?Inhalation of vomit can suffocate!
They must be punished to practice first aid ten times!

No, twenty times!
Wu Zhou suffered an occupational disease and secretly criticized the unreliable nurses, interns and residents.After he finished the approval in one breath, he raised his head with tears in his eyes, looked left and right, and was stunned on the spot.

What about shadowless lights?

What about the operating table?

What about flat cars?
What about the doctors and nurses who are wearing white clothes and rushing to and fro?
How about the hospital!
The surgical building is gone, and so is the laminar flow operating room.In its place was a low, dilapidated house, with rubble stone walls, a thatched roof, and the cracks in the walls were randomly filled with mud.A half-human-high circle was built on the edge of the wall, and there was an empty muddy field with a few rotten grass sticking up...

What the hell is this?
Am I not in the emergency room?
Wu Zhou only felt his head buzzing, his body softened, and he almost fell down on the spot.He only remembered that he had not stopped since nine o'clock in the morning, and was busy until four in the morning. He had just completed an emergency major operation.The spleen was cut, the liver was sutured, and the intestines were repaired. After the big work was done, there was no active bleeding, and the assistant was told to sew it up. Then there was a black...

"Little Gretel, are you feeling better?"

Wu Zhou turned his head stiffly, his pupils slowly focusing.Holding him was a strong red-haired man with a high nose and deep eyes, typical of Western appearance.Wearing a ragged sackcloth waistcoat, his arms were bulging out, and he held a bow in his hands.

The waistcoat was not so much a piece of clothing as it was a piece of rectangular cloth folded in half and sewn, leaving two slits under the armpit and a hole in it.The neckline, cuffs, and thread are intricately threaded, and there is no hem at all, so dirty that you can't see their true colors.

The only thing that can be seen is that the linen is extremely sparse, and the medical gauze in the operating room is stronger than it.

Wu Zhou looked down at himself.

Same linen.

Same waistcoat.

The same style... um, your own pair of shoes seems to have more toes than his own?
For a moment, Wu Zhou's eyes were black again, and he really wanted to faint on the spot.

Why did you throw me here, the wounded I rescued before was saved!At the very least, until I fainted, my vitals were stable and the surgery was a success...

put me back!

I want to participate in the emergency rescue!
Unfortunately, none of the gods heard his prayers.The emergency rescue is here—a dozen or so steps away, a series of sharp exclamations exploded:

"Help me—"

"Captain—captain—"

"Oops - the bowels are oozing out!"

Wu Zhou instantly forgot all the complaints.Just like every time he heard a cry for help, he didn't think about it, and ran to the sound:
"coming!"

However, there was someone who ran faster—or, closer, than he did.Wu Zhou rushed halfway, panting, and already saw a man kneeling beside the injured person, his head bowed, and he didn't know what he was muttering.

Immediately afterwards, a white light shot out from the man's clasped hands and fell straight on the injured person.

In the white light, the bloody wound, visible to the naked eye, began to heal.

Wuzhou emergency brake!
what did i see?
"Time-lapse photography tells you that wounds heal like this"?
"On the promotion of high-energy particle rays on wound healing"?
As soon as a white light hits the wound, the wound begins to heal. What the hell...

Right, this thing is...

It's therapy!

Two memories jumped out at the same time.One belonged to Wu Zhou, from countless novels, games, and animations he had read before; the other belonged to the original owner of this body.In any case, the two memories came to the same conclusion:
Healing technique, calling on the power of God to achieve healing effect.Even the lowest level of healing can heal small wounds in no time, and at the highest level, it can even bring the dead back to life...

So, the one who is using the healing technique is the priest?
Wu Zhou glanced quickly.The priest kneeling and praying was the best dressed among them:
A light brown linen robe with the front down to the ground and the back over the calf.The neckline and cuffs are tightly bound, and in the middle of the front chest, a thin dark brown line goes around, outlining the shape of a shield.

Emmmm......

The caster's class is really high...

Wu Zhou complained silently and turned to the injured.The injured man was a 40-year-old man with brown hair, brown eyes, and a messy beard.The equipment is better than others, at least there is a piece of leather armor, but unfortunately it can't protect him.A big hole was torn open in the leather armor's abdomen, and a large intestine, dripping with blood, fell out of it.

Comparatively speaking, the multiple bleeding on the arms and legs is not a serious injury.

The injured man was leaning against the stump, his eyes half-closed, and he was almost unconscious.A young man who looked a bit like the wounded knelt beside the wounded, shivering while looking at the wound with expectant eyes——

That hideous valgus, uneven skin edge, like a wound torn out by something, wriggling, shrinking, closing, shortening in length, and the blood flow gradually slowed down...

Wu Zhou's eyes lit up.Healing techniques in this world are really interesting, and the results are immediate!It would be great if he could also have the treatment to help him during the operation...

I haven't finished thinking about it yet, Bai Guang... gone.

It only healed for a short period of time, and the abdominal wound where the intestines were still exposed, there was no movement.

Wu Zhou: "..."

Priest:"……"

The face of the man kneeling beside the injured person instantly darkened.He held the wounded's intestines in both hands and stared at the pastor for a moment. Seeing that he worked hard and tried hard, chanted and chanted, but no white light appeared in his hand, he finally couldn't help roaring:

"Go on! - Please do another one! The captain is seriously injured!"

"I... I can't do it anymore!" The pastor was not very old, only fifteen or sixteen years old. His face was flushed at this moment, and he was so anxious that he was about to cry.Being yelled at, the freckles on his face seemed to swell up:

"I'm an apprentice! I can't save him..."

The young man's eyes quickly turned grey.He lowered his head in despair, his hands were trembling, holding the wounded's intestines and stuffing them back—

"do not move!"

Wu Zhou shouted.As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he realized what was wrong: the language he shouted was not Chinese, not English, not anything he had learned before, but he could speak it.Including the shouting of those people just now, it is also a language he has never heard before, and he can understand it!

what happened?

Wu Zhou was at a loss.However, after looking at the injured person, he put his doubts behind him: if someone is injured, it is the clarion call for emergency doctors to fight.Even if the sky collapses, the ground sinks, the sun explodes, and everyone crosses over, we have to wait until the rescue is completed and the wounded are out of danger!
He continued shouting, "Don't put it back! Is there a clean bowl?—no? Hold it! Don't move!"

　A new book is open again, please continue to support me!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)