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

Chapter 11 Intubation

Judging from the seats in the hall, it was obvious that the priest had the highest status among the group.

He said "Let go", and even the knight didn't refute, he took a step back with a sullen face.The restraint on Grete was immediately released. He staggered to his feet, nodded to the priest in a meaningful way, and even scrambled and ran in front of the child.

"Humph! That's rude..."

The knight snorted coldly.The priest interrupted him in a low voice: "Don't talk, look!"

Gretel's run couldn't have been more timely.Two or three steps away, the boy who had been slashed in the neck woke up like a dream, and burst into tears.Although he cried fiercely, he couldn't make any sound, so that the child became more and more frightened, his tears flowed, his arms and legs twitched, and he was about to lose his breath again.

Gretel rushed in at this moment.He fluttered with his body, his whole body was on the child, and he used his weight to hold down the two calves.Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the child's two arms with one hand, stroked his cheek with the other, and comforted:
"Don't be afraid, you're alright, you're alright... you'll be fine if you breathe... don't be afraid, don't be afraid... breathe with me, breathe... breathe... breathe... breathe..."

The voice changed from high to low, from rapid to slow, and full of concern.The child was really soothed by him, opened a pair of big round eyes, and began to breathe following his voice.Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...

It didn't take long for the twitching to stop.Although he was still crying pitifully because of the neck pain, his demeanor was much more peaceful.

Surgical textbooks and diagnosis and treatment guidelines are not written.This trick was taught orally by Gretel's previous teacher, the old director of the emergency department. - Tracheotomy without anesthesia, after the operation is completed, be sure to appease the patient's emotions!
Originally suffocated by hypoxia, a knife was suddenly cut on the neck, and the patient struggled in panic, and the oxygen consumption was faster.If you don't soothe it well, the rhythm of shock every minute.

...By the way, we also need to appease the family members, as well as the surrounding people... Otherwise, the knife will be put down here, and the people will be brutally beaten by the brave people there, and even handcuffed by the police.

Gretel's thoughts flowed, filled with emotion.He didn't forget the teacher's advice just now, but he was kicked out by the knight before he had time to do it.Finally, the knight showed mercy and didn't kill him on the spot, otherwise, he reckoned that he would have to cross again.

Thinking of the knight, I heard the knight talking behind his back.The voice was low, and it sounded like he was whispering to the priest beside him:

"Can cutting the neck save people?"

"...I have never seen such a cure." The priest replied.Perhaps because of his spellcasting profession, the priest's voice was soothing and clear, which was quite different from that of a knight.Even on the first day that Gretel knew them, he could immediately distinguish the voices of the two:
"However, he is quite confident. And the child really stopped holding his breath, cut his neck, and didn't immediately bleed to death..."

That's for sure.The anatomy of the neck I started in college and couldn't be more familiar with.In cricothyroidotomy, if the carotid artery can still be cut, I can just die!

Gretel grumbled silently.

After soothing the boy in his arms, he sighed in relief and straightened up.The priest has been watching with interest from the side. Seeing that he stopped, he couldn't help but ask:
"Is that all right?"

"Morning." Gretel replied, panting slightly.He looked around and didn't see what he was looking for, so he knelt on the ground and raised his head, shouting to the crowd on the side:
"Give me the tube! Hard! Clean!—quick!"

"Did you hear that! Hard pipe! Clean! Find it!"

A rich sound interface.Gretel glanced at it and saw that it was Uncle Edmund, the farmer who had brought them in earlier.This farmer is very prestigious on the farm. He gave an order and seven or eight people ran away, obviously looking for something.

Gretel was slightly relieved.He turned his face and saw the peasant woman who rushed in with the child slumped aside with tears on her face, as if she wanted to reach out to hold the child but was afraid to hold it. He sighed and asked her softly:

"When did the child start to feel uncomfortable?"

"At dinner time...then it got worse and worse, so I just..."

The onset time is about an hour.Gretel silently wrote down a medical history in his mind, and then asked:
"What did you eat for dinner? What did you drink? Was there anything unusual?"

"Brown bread, beans... everyone eats it together, every day, it was fine before..."

"Then, have you touched anything rare? Where is the paint nearby? What fruit did you pick? What flower did you touch?"

Gretel patiently continued to ask.He's used to looking for allergens and so on, from his diet to the surrounding environment, to whether he has touched, touched, smelled anything strange, and whether he has done anything he doesn't usually do.No matter how small or small, you have to ask about everything, no matter how detailed it is.

I remember rescuing a patient with severe allergies once, and the cause of the allergy was finally found out. When the patient walked past the fruit stand, there was a gust of wind blowing from the side...

Peach hair allergy.

Live to force the doctor into a star detective.

He spoke softly and asked carefully one by one. The peasant woman kept shaking her head with tears in her eyes.Gretel asked, while staring at the child with a little half-mind, and also answering the priest's question:

"What do you want the tube for?"

"Insert it into the intake pipe! - Where's the pipe! Why hasn't it come yet!"

"I'm coming!"

A man rushed out of the kitchen.The left hand is spread out, waving hard, signaling the people next to it to spread out and not in the way; the right hand is holding something high.Running to the front, out of breath, he shoved into Gretel's hand:
"The tube is here! Let's see if it works! - I managed to get it clean!"

Gretel bowed his head.In the palm of the hand, lay a chicken thigh bone quietly, with both ends cut off to reveal the hollow interior.Grete glanced sideways at the bone, and the marrow in the center of the leg bone was almost pierced, and the candle light could be seen coming from the other end.

...Okay, make do with it.

There is no sterile packaging, PVC disposable tracheal tube, not even a bamboo - this land probably doesn't grow bamboo - there is a hollow chicken bone, so let's use it first.

Gretel shrugged.Rubbing his thumb on the incision of the chicken thigh bone, he frowned and handed the bone back:

"The cut is too sharp. Smooth it out."

"This……"

Uncle Edmund was embarrassed.A hand was gently stretched out next to him, but the priest took the chicken bone from Gretel's palm and turned his hand to the knight:
"Roman, do me a favor."

The Roman Knight's face sank again.He didn't say a word, stretched out his hand to take the chicken bone, rubbed the pulp of his right thumb on the incision, turned it upside down, and rubbed it again.Bone scraps rustled, and the sharp cuts made by the kitchen knife on both ends of the chicken thigh bone were visibly smoothed to the naked eye.

Gretel opened his eyes wide and couldn't help but let out a soft "wow".

Just rub it with your hands!

Thumbs instead of whetstones!

Just so lightly!
Are knights in this world so strong?
Before his open mouth was closed, the priest had already handed back the ground chicken bones.While handing it over, he asked curiously:
"Insert the intake pipe? How? Why?"

"—Wow! Really stuck in!"

(End of this chapter)