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

Chapter 117 Brought away another one?
Many medical students, of course, with the exception of the gifted ones, have painful memories of carrying their thighs.

Orthopedic surgery has always been like a construction site, the sound of chainsaws, hammers, electric drills, clanging, resounding through the operating room.Change the hip joint, femoral head, hold a fat man's thigh and keep it still for several hours——

You know, one leg of a person accounts for about 1/5 of the body weight.Imagine a 200-pound strong man undergoing surgery, you hold a 40-pound object and maintain a special inch posture, and you still cannot move——

After three hours of carrying it, not only two arms, but all the muscles in the whole body are not his own.

That's why orthopedics are strong men.In the hospital where Gretel worked in his previous life, the orthopedic department was over 1.8 meters long, with broad shoulders, thin waist and long legs.The average person can run horses on their arms, stand on their fists, and push iron all the year round. They are in the gym when they are not in the operating room.

During the big rounds, the department of orthopedics went up to the deputy director and down to the interns. Everyone was dressed in uniform and covered in white coats. Under the leadership of the chief director, they came out vigorously and could automatically bring on the BGM:

"I'm invincible, I will break free~~All people look up to~~~"

Gretel was not tall and muscular in his previous life.I have suffered enough during the orthopedic rotation, and this time I have the conditions, so I have to find a strong man to top the tank.

Pastor Patrick really didn't disappoint him.After Gretel clamped the blood vessels in the thigh, the old man divided his hands, firmly grasped the two ends of the injured right thigh, and pulled it to both sides.Gretel just stared at the vision of meditation and kept giving orders:
"Pull it again, pull it again—hey, it's almost in place, slow down—OK! Hold on! Just stop here, don't move, wait for me to set the bone!"

As the saying goes, an arm cannot twist a thigh.When the orthopedics department encounters a patient with a thigh fracture, they usually fix the upper body, and then send a separate person to hold the patient's thigh with both hands, and pull it out desperately.But this Pastor Patrick firmly pulled away the muscle at the broken bone with just two hands, and remained still.

I am so happy to have such an assistant to help me perform orthopedic surgery——

Gretel was happy, and Pastor Patrick was also shocked.In the meditation field of view, he watched Gretel turn around, observe the leg bone from all angles up and down, and then push and reset it little by little, and directed him to rotate it inward.While moving, muttering:
"This time it was a fracture of 1/3 of the femoral shaft... Hey, luck is really good, if it is higher, it will not stop the bleeding, and if it is lower, there will be more damaged blood vessels and nerves...

After a fracture, the muscle stretches, breaking it into an angle.Therefore, the adductor muscles must be pulled apart to reset the bones...

I said move your hand!You hold it so tightly, I can't even push it! "

That's what you should do when you set the bone.Pastor Patrick stared at the leg bone in his hand, secretly trying to remember.No wonder the legs he healed often crooked in the past. After the bone was broken, it would be crooked. If you don’t know anything about it, you can directly cast the magic spell, and the crooked bone won’t straighten itself...

He stretched, moved, and relaxed according to Gretel's request, and in the vision of meditation, the two ends of the broken bone finally came together and fit perfectly.Pastor Patrick secretly made preparations and planned to cast healing at any time, but Gretel touched two hooks and called Ivan and Little John:

"Hook—"

Pulled away one by one, exposing the pale and broken bone stubble.Gretel called Joanna, pointing to the broken place:

"Healing technique! Just treat this bone!"

"what?"

Healing still falls behind.The cracks on the bone stubble disappeared, and Gretel patiently straightened out the muscles one by one. There were damaged and broken parts, allowing Joanna to perform targeted healing.One, two, three, five...

These bits and pieces are often treated with one shot of minor injuries, or even without the need to treat minor injuries, just a touch of positive energy is enough.Muscles, blood vessels, and nerves were treated together and the skin was healed, and the calf was treated according to the same procedure, clapping both hands:
"Patrick! There is only one leg left, you can treat it!"

"I?!"

"Yeah! Did you see clearly what I did just now? It doesn't matter if you can't see clearly, you start first, and I will give pointers!"

This is a great opportunity.Big opportunity.Patrick looked at Gretel gratefully, got up and washed his hands, and confidently held the left leg of the injured.Just about to pull it out, I was taken aback suddenly:
"This... I have both hands occupied, and I can't use the healing technique..."

Gretel: "???"

Isn't something like healing that can be sent out immediately?

If you want to free up your hand, who can I ask to carry my thigh?
Joanna has been watching them with great interest.Seeing that the two were relatively embarrassed, they smiled crisply:
"Hey, don't underestimate me!"

The slender white hands held the wounded thigh.The fingers are deeply embedded in the muscles, and with force to both sides, they are pulled apart steadily.Gretel slowly opened his mouth wide:
Sister, you really don't show your face!

Do it yourself, compared to being a coolie and watching others do it, the perception is different.

Pastor Patrick strictly followed Gretel's procedure and finished it carefully. He felt the bones of the broken leg creaking under his hand, watched the broken muscles become complete, and then felt the holy power infiltrated into the broken leg. Suddenly closing his eyes——

The feelings of the previous hour, the books I have memorized desperately in the past month, and the experience of treating the wounded in the past ten years, are stirring back and forth in my mind.

Succeeded, failed, puzzled, suddenly realized.Joyful, regretful, guilty, relieved...

Time passed by every minute and every second.Patrick opened his eyes suddenly, clasped his hands, and bowed his head in prayer——

Dozens of white lights fell straight down, framing the unconscious wounded.

"Tranquilization?" Little John blurted out.Gretel was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that this was a magical technique he secretly named "Anesthesia". It is a feature of the God of War Temple, and it requires a fifth-level priest to perform it——

"You upgraded?"

"...Yeah. I've upgraded." Patrick stood there in a daze, staring at his hands for a while, and staring at the white light in front of him for a while.After a long silence, he answered in a sleepy tone:

"I have finally upgraded... Seven years, seven years..."

He was once a genius that everyone admired.After touching the edge of upgrading, I was stuck for four years, without a clue, and took the risk of joining the war.In that battle, he lost his best friend, as well as the hope and motivation to break through...

until today.

Someone said to him, maybe it's not your fault, it's just bad luck; someone guided him to see a more exciting world, so the healing technique can still be like this...

"Thank you..." He murmured in a low voice, "Grete, thank you..."

"Thank you! Continue the treatment!" Gretel shouted.Seeing Patrick bowed his head in shame and continued to release the healing technique, Gretel turned to the window, smiled, and squeezed his fist hard.

Anesthesia!
On call!
There will be no need for it anymore, as soon as anesthesia is needed, I will find someone to invite the bald bishop!

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