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

Chapter 28 Emergency Help, Pastor Healing Injury

Tension pneumothorax refers to the rupture of a large air bubble, or a large and deep laceration of the lung or bronchial rupture.The gap communicates with the pleural cavity and forms a one-way valve, also known as high-pressure pneumothorax.

After the formation of tension pneumothorax, the intrapleural pressure decreases during inspiration, the valve opens, and gas enters the pleural cavity; during expiration, the intrapleural pressure increases, the valve closes, and the gas cannot be discharged from the pleural cavity.

The more you breathe, the higher the pressure in the pleural cavity, which presses the lungs firmly.By the end, the lungs are completely crushed, unable to open...

No matter how hard the patient tried to breathe, he couldn't take a breath.

This is one of the most deadly emergencies.Except for a knife on the carotid artery, or a ruptured aorta in the chest and abdomen, the internal bleeding of other organs is not as fast as it is.

Death by suffocation, only in an instant.

Priest?

The Temple of the God of War is indeed next to the barracks, and it only takes 5 minutes at most to run over and back.However, patients lying on the ground can wait less than 5 minutes!

"50ml syringe!"

Gretel yelled.

no response.

No one handed him anything.No syringes, no needles, no drains…

No one knew what he wanted, no one knew why he did it, no one even knew what it meant for the injured person to behave.

This is another world, not their hospital, not the emergency department where he has worked for more than ten years.

Gretel looked up.Surrounded by anxious faces, staring at the patient, looking at the temple not far away, looking forward to the priest who flew over.There are even people calling to tear down the door panel, take a big shield, and want to lift the injured to the temple...

When you carry the person, the person will die!

Gretel is in a hurry.He struggled to stand in front of the wounded, with one arm outstretched and the other stretched forward, pulling Knight Flynn:

"I'm the healer! I can save him! Captain, help me!"

"Can you save him?"

Knight Flynn's footsteps stopped immediately.Gretel nodded vigorously:

"He's dying! I can save him! I need something, Captain, help me!"

Flynn Knight hesitated.

Gretel learned about healing, and he just heard about it from Captain Cullen; but no matter how much he trusts Cullen, hearing it is better than seeing it with his own eyes.

Besides, the healing technique of the God of War Temple, that they have seen clearly for decades.

"you……"

"Look at his face! His face is purple, he can't breathe, he's dying! I can help him delay time! To the pastor!"

The tone became more and more rapid.Knight Flynn stopped, stared at the injured man on the ground, and stared at Gretel.

This boy is telling the truth.

Intuition told Flynn Knight so.However, the healing technique he just learned, and what kind of thing he said about 50-50-is really useful?

"Captain believes him!"

Karen squeezed out of the crowd.At the same time, the struggle of the injured became more and more urgent and more powerless.

Flynn Knight instantly made up his mind.

"what would you like?"

"Needle! Thick, hollow needle!" Gretel answered without hesitation.It was his fault just now. Apparently no one understands the "50ml syringe" in this hellish place. Maybe they don't have the concept of milliliters.That needle will always work!Hollow thick needles!

He got a shake of his head.Gretel is not discouraged:

"Then the thin steel pipe! No? Iron? Copper? Any hard pipe will do! The little finger is thick!"

"There is!"

Finally someone reacted and ran away.It took a moment to turn back, and what was handed to Gretel was a stick that he had just used the day before yesterday and was very familiar—

Chicken Legs Bone.

Gretel: "..."

Have I fucked with chicken bones these two days?
The key is that the day before yesterday it was a cricothyroidotomy, he was holding a chicken bone, and he could stab it directly; today is a thoracocentesis decompression, no syringe, no needle, and a chicken bone dozens of times thicker than the needle. , want him to poke in the chest?

You think I'm a superman!
Gretel roared inwardly.I want nothing, and this operation is nothing more than I want.I hope the priests of the temple will come sooner, otherwise he will not be able to suppress the infection——

"Give me the dagger! Quick!"

On the midclavicular line on the right side, in the second intercostal space, Gretel stabbed with a knife without hesitation.Thorn... thorn... can't get in!
Are warriors, or knights, in this world so strong?
"Help me!" Gretel shouted.He measured it with his little finger:
"Just... so deep! Stab it in! Pull it out, and stick the drumstick bone in it!"

"I come!"

Knight Flynn took the dagger without hesitation.

The knife goes in, the knife goes out, and the chicken thigh bone is inserted.Huge pressure with a hissing sound, instantly spewed from the center of the leg bone.

It worked!
Gretel relaxed.He knelt down beside the injured man, watched his breathing, and listened to the sound of the airflow in the chicken bones.The thumb is hidden on the top of the chicken thigh bone, sometimes pressed, sometimes released.

——After decompression of the thoracic cavity, an external one-way valve device should be connected, so that the high-pressure gas in the thoracic cavity can be easily discharged, and the external gas is not easy to enter the thoracic cavity.In emergencies, senior doctors have used surgical gloves, soft plastic bags or balloons to cut a small mouth over the needle handle to replace the valve.

Gretel didn't even have surgical gloves, so he could only put it on with his thumb, and mastered the rhythm on the spot...

With his movements, the bulge of the injured person's right chest gradually subsided, and his face softened a lot without noticing it.Anyone can see that this life has been pulled back from the gate of hell.

"Rescue?"

"Rescue!"

"It seems to be really rescued!"

"I remember that old Shekko died like this. His ribs were broken by the hammer, and he died after a while. The priest hasn't arrived yet..."

The soldiers onlookers were talking.Knight Flynn looked at Gretel with a much softer gaze, and asked him:

"Little Gretel, what should I do next?"

Next?Insert a drainage tube, perform closed chest drainage, take X-rays, straighten the ribs, and if you are unlucky, you will have to open the chest to repair the lungs...

But now I don't need anything, I can't do any of these jobs...

Gretel rolled his eyes inwardly.Well, in modern times, if the emergency department is too busy, it will be thrown to the cardiothoracic surgery; now in another world, then... called a priest?

The clutter of footsteps finally sounded.Gretel's eyes were slightly sideways, and the surroundings were already short, everyone saluted, all bowed their heads:
"Sir Bishop."

"Sir Bishop—"

Gretel looked around curiously.As for the salute, he is kneeling beside the injured person anyway, and he is already half short, so he won't bother anymore.

In the middle was a sturdy middle-aged man with a big shoulder and a round waist and a big head.If the characteristics of Westerners with a high nose and deep eyes are removed, there are people who believe that Lu Zhishen is just this bald head.

The chest of the white robe is also embroidered with a shield, but it is not dark brown, but outlined with brilliant silver thread.Above the shield, a warhammer, a scepter, crossed.

Other than that, there are no accessories.There is only a scepter in the fist of the sand bowl, with a few gems inlaid on the top, indicating the noble status of the bishop.

Around the bishop, there were seven or eight priests, tall and short, all of them were muscular men who looked more like warriors than priests.The young pastor John Greet knew was also caught in it. He was the youngest and the smallest in diameter. As expected, he could only be a pastor apprentice.

A group of people surrounded the bishop and came to the injured person.The bald-headed bishop looked at the wounded at first glance, and then looked at Gretel and the chicken bone in Gretel's hand.Observe for a moment and smile slightly:
"Son, here I am, you and your—" Pointing to the chicken bones, "responsibility can end."

Gretel smiled back.His tone was courteous and courteous, but also calm, firm, and without hesitation:

"You treat it first. When the time is right, I will pull it out."

(End of this chapter)