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

Chapter 17 Can Healing Techniques Rely on the Brain?

"Wow--healing!"

"Really released the healing technique!"

"Little Gretel, you are amazing!"

There was a low commotion in the hall.Five, six, seven or eight-year-old children, half-children, peasants and peasants, scrambled to squeeze in one by one.Gretel's three comrades, Raymond the spearman, Torn the archer, and Wally the shield warrior, had to hold hands in a half-circle to prevent the crowd from crowding into their captain.

Little Pastor John's face was full of excitement, and the freckles on his face were shining one by one.In contrast, the complexion of the Roman knight was even more gloomy——

Divine grace can be boasted, but divine magic cannot be faked.There is a real healing technique released from his hands, so the young man in the burlap vest in front of him at least has the blessing of the gods.

And between clergy and clergy, at least nominally, they are equal: as Priest Donald said earlier, "We are all servants of God."Especially if they belong to different gods, no one can control who, and it is even more unrealistic for the temple knights to control the priests.

What a pity, that rude untouchable boy, can't trouble him anymore...

He slowly retracted the palm of his hand holding the sword.And Gretel, who had his back turned to him, was unaware, wholeheartedly, only immersed in his own thoughts:

The Hippocratic Oath.

From ancient Greece to today, tens of millions or even tens of millions of doctors have believed in and practiced it from generation to generation for nearly 500 years.

Health is linked to life.

Since 1991, batch after batch of Chinese medical students have recited this oath and stepped into the door of medicine.From then on, it is a natural duty to heal the sick and save people. In the event of a catastrophe, he wears armor in white and moves forward fearlessly like a soldier.

The power of belief accumulated year after year is so powerful—

If it is possible, if possible, a trickle will fall on me, which will be enough for me to gain a foothold in this unfamiliar world.

Thanks to Hippocrates, to the senior teachers, to the doctors who have been fighting in the past, now and in the future...

Gretel's thoughts flew.The next moment, he forced himself to come back to his senses and focus on the injured person:
The healing technique that was finally released must be used on the edge of the blade, and must not be wasted!

Abdominal wound sterilization and anti-inflammatory!

To achieve the effect of antibiotic flushing!Avoid postoperative infections!

The rectus abdominis heals, the omentum heals, the peritoneum and superficial fascia heal!If there is still a little energy left, let the wounds on other parts of the body grow as long as possible...

Uh... So, how do I get this healing to work and do what I want it to do?
Gretel was clueless.

If he is a full-time priest, or even a priest apprentice, in the learning process, a teacher will tell him the method at the beginning.How to use the mind to guide, what are the key points that need to be paid attention to, not only teaching but also watching, I have watched it many times before releasing the first healing technique.

The problem is that Mr. Gretel is a complete novice in the field of healing, and the inspiration of the god of nature is something he bragged about...

There's no way, Meng!
Gretel started to make up his mind.He tried his best to recall what he had seen during the operation just now, as well as his understanding of human anatomy from years of clinical experience.Then, little by little in your mind, carefully outline...

Divine light stream washed through the abdominal cavity.Wherever he went, Staphylococcus aureus, Escherichia coli, Pseudomonas aeruginosa... all kinds of germs were eliminated (Gret even made up the pictures of these bacteria);
Under the irradiation of white light, large and small injuries, platelets aggregate in large quantities, blood coagulates, and the wound is blocked;

The same as when the therapeutic potion was poured, there were strips of dark red rectus abdominis, pale white rectus abdominis sheath, loose omentum, torn mesentery, abdominal wounds that he had sewed or had not had time to sew. , layer by layer, each growing rapidly;
Granulation proliferates, blood vessels grow, epithelial cells climb, and finally, the once injured tissue is restored to its original state...

How effective such a brain supplement is, Grete does not know.He just closes his eyes and concentrates on his thoughts, thinking.With solid knowledge and the ability to draw in the imagination, depict what will or should happen in the abdominal cavity.

Fortunately, every surgeon is a painter, or at least a soul painter. In his usual clinical work, he often draws an anatomy diagram to explain to the patient.It's not difficult for Gretel to outline all of this in his mind.

He was concentrating on brain supplementation, and in the eyes of others, he was trying to guide the treatment.Unconsciously, the hall fell silent. Soldiers and farmers, you poke me, I poke you, all stopped whispering, and even tried to breathe lightly.

Only a few children are ignorant and fearless, laughing and playing.But he was quickly embraced by the peasant woman's rough hands, covering her mouth with force.

It was quiet all around.All Gretel could hear was the crackling and crackling of the torches, and the deliberately suppressed heavy breathing back and forth.In the silence, a long voice suddenly sounded:
"puff--"

The sound was really loud, long, and distinct.In the hall, the soldiers surrounding Captain Karen were stunned for a moment, and burst into laughter:

"Hahahaha Captain fart!"

"The captain actually farted!"

The soldiers laughed and laughed.With laughter, Gretel opened his eyes and jumped up excitedly.Just like when he was a resident doctor who performed appendicitis surgery for the first time and heard the patient's first fart:
"Exhaust!"

He clenched his fists with both hands, raised them high, and waved them hard towards the sky.The operation was successful!Good recovery!His brain tonic—let’s call it a brain tonic—looks useful!

"Uncle Karen, your intestines are growing!"

Captain Karen was rather stunned.It wasn't until Gretel said it for the second time that he woke up like a dream, and he still couldn't believe it:

"Okay?"

"All right!"

"Is this okay?"

"At least it's starting to work! It's exhausting, it means that the bowels are back to peristalsis, Uncle Karen, you can eat!"

"Great!"

Captain Cullen was excited, the soldiers were excited, and Captain Cullen's former comrade, Uncle Edmund, the farmer, was even more excited than them.As soon as Gretel announced that he could eat, he immediately turned around to say hello:
"Boys! Quickly serve up the food! Good wine, good food, and large pieces of mutton, all of them!"

Khan... say a word less.Gretel hurriedly jumped up to stop: "Don't! He can only drink some milk! At most porridge! Can't eat anything else!"

"What? Didn't you say it's grown up?"

"The place that just grew can't stand the toss..."

Greetings, obstructions, explanations, all in a mess.In the clamor, the Roman knight crossed his arms and looked at Gretel coldly, his eyes gloomy.

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Health is linked to life.

Salute to all medical workers.

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