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

Chapter 310 A New Treatment Method for Penetrating Injuries

Gretel had treated several abdominal wounds in his previous life, and he also treated one after time travelling.But something like penetrating injury, one of its characteristics is:
No two penetrating trauma patients are alike.

Different wounded, different visceral positions, penetrating objects of different thicknesses and materials, different penetrating positions, and even slightly different visceral positions...the results are very different.Some wounded may have pierced the liver, the spleen, and broken the great blood vessels with one shot...

He died before being sent to the hospital, or he was still breathing when he was sent to the hospital. As soon as the abdomen was opened, his blood pressure plummeted, and he died before the doctor found a blood vessel.

So Gretel didn't dare to take this injured person lightly.Fortunately, he looked left and right, and looked at it together with the magic X-ray, and he was somewhat sure in his heart, thinking that the injured might be able to be rescued:
The iron bar penetrates through the 11th intercostal space on the back and exits above the pubic symphysis.This position is a bit far from the spine, and it is estimated that it can avoid the liver and spleen, as well as the abdominal aorta and inferior vena cava.That is to say, the probability of bleeding for a while is not high, and it will not cause irreversible disabilities.

In addition, when the wounded were brought in, Gretel also took a look at the blood on the clothes.According to his rich clinical experience, the wounded patient’s bleeding so far should not exceed 500cc... Counting the bleeding during the operation, if he is lucky, he should be able to control it within 800cc. This is a dangerous but sustainable one. number.

Gretel had a plan in mind and volunteered.However, beside the wounded, the half-old man narrowed his eyes and looked at him, wondering:

"You? Are you okay?"

Gretel choked.He touched the oak stick from behind, and raised it silently—on the top of the stick, there were three hard green leaves, and he knew it was a senior third-level priest at a glance.The old man was stunned for a moment, then bent down deeply to him, the wrinkles on his face were tangled together:
"My lord pastor, thank you for your kindness. But...uh, if possible, wait for the high-level healer to come, is that okay?"

He looked apprehensive and terrified, as if he was afraid that Gretel would turn his back on the spot.Gretel was stunned for a moment, his attitude softened unknowingly, and he knelt down to look him at the same level:
"Of course. Don't worry, Brother Matthew is very good... Then, shall I go and see the other wounded first?"

The patient's family chooses the doctor, he understands.One attending doctor and one director, if he was replaced, he would definitely see the chief physician.He has seen this kind of thing a lot, and he is not angry at all.Seeing the old man's panic, he squatted down and said a few words of comfort.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and nodded vigorously.Gretel smiled at him, retreated and walked away.He quickly changed into his hand-washing clothes, and together with the three low-level priests in the treatment center and the two apprentices he brought, he treated the other wounded.Cleaning, cleaning, bandaging, bone setting, suturing...

Oh, forget about the sutures, because of the healing technique, no sutures have been produced so far, so I can only guide the positive energy to treat it, so that the wound can heal faster.

The whole process was so busy that almost half an hour passed before we knew it.Pastor Matthew was dripping with sweat, looking out the door more and more frequently, and the breath of the wounded was getting weaker and weaker, obviously the healing technique was almost exhausted.

A burst of chaotic footsteps finally sounded.As soon as Pastor Matthew's face was happy, he saw a fourth-level spring goddess priest rushing in behind his companion:
"The Knights of the Temple went out to practice, and the archbishop followed them out! There are only three people left in the temple!"

The little priest who went to the God of War Temple to ask for help hurriedly said.The priest who rushed over nodded to Matthew and immediately put himself into prayer.Light blue, watery brilliance shot out from between his hands, silently covering the wounded body.

However, there is not only a difference between the fourth level and the fifth level, but also an essential sublimation, and many powerful magic spells cannot be used.As soon as Pastor Matthew stopped, it was visible to the naked eye that the vital signs of the injured began to become unstable——

"That... lord priest, how long can you last? Can my son survive?" the old man squatted beside him with a sad face and asked.The priest wiped his sweat and shook his head:
"Half an hour at most—"

The old man's eyes darkened.The location of the God of War Temple is particularly remote. Don't look at the two sides going out to ask for help at the same time. Even if it takes another hour, people may not be able to come.

The wounded who Gretel had just treated also came over.Arms hanging, legs limping, huddling around the wounded, chattering:

"Master Priest, you must save our first mate!"

"Yes, our first mate is the best!"

"The last time old Tang En almost fell into the sea, he was the one who rushed over desperately and dragged him back. His arm was broken!"

"And last time..."

These wounded were all sailors, and even if they were painted, they would yell at the top of their voices. The rumble in the treatment center was so loud that the ceiling could be knocked down.The priest's brains were about to be blown up by them, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he yelled:
"Quiet!"

"That's right, be quiet!" After dealing with the last debridement, Gretel came over and stopped:
"Have any of you ever seen that prayers don't need to be quiet? Get out, get out! Don't make any noise here!"

He had dealt with half of the wounded just now, and the sailors gave him face, shut up and backed away.The young priest gave Gretel a grateful look, and continued to bow his head in prayer.Another handful of light rain fell from the palm of his hand, he took a quick breath, and said in a low voice:
"I'm running out of magic spells. - Is there any potion for spiritual power?"

If there is, let Pastor Matthew use it first.The eyes of two therapists and a family member of a patient met, and they both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

The injured man let out a low groan, struggled slightly, and a stream of blood gushed out of his back again.Obviously, the priest's healing skills are gradually weakening, and he can't stop his pain anymore!
"Andre, don't move! Don't move!"

The old man stepped up and supported his son.He wanted to make him lie down more easily, but he didn't dare to use force, his hands were trembling, and he looked around in a hurry:
Who can save his son?

who can? !
While turning his eyes, he suddenly saw Gretel standing aside, looking at him silently.The old man's eyes lit up, but he didn't dare to speak, he only dared to express pleading with his eyes.

Gretel sighed slightly and nodded.The old man let go of his hands, and as soon as he turned around, he knelt down to him with a plop:

"My lord pastor—"

"Get up and talk! Get up!"

Gretel hurried up to help him.The old man grabbed his arms with his backhands and held them tightly, his whole weight fell on him:

"Master Pastor, please save my son! Please! Just now you said, you can give it a try—"

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry." Gretel tried to persuade him. "I'm not unwilling to make a move. But this priest is treating you, you—"

"My magic is almost exhausted! Come here!" The priest of the Spring Water Temple was not at all unhappy, and immediately gave way.Gretel breathed a sigh of relief, nodded gratefully to him, and walked quickly to the wounded:
"Brother Matthew, carry him to the operating room!"

The operating room is in the northwest corner of the first floor of the treatment center, the farthest from the hall, and the door is closed.As soon as the stretcher was lifted, the wounded affected the internal injuries, and immediately began to scream in a low voice.The old man hurriedly begged:
"My lord pastor, please stop the pain for him! If this goes on like this, the pain will kill him! If he can't help struggling, the injury will be even worse!"

"...I thought about it too." Pastor Matthew sighed helplessly. "I've used almost all the higher-level magic spells. I'll save the last one for critical moments. Low-level magic spells can't stop the pain...Little Gretel, what are you doing?"

"Let me try it." Gretel had already bent down.Point your fingers at the back of the wounded, where the iron bar pierced, and recite the mantra in a low voice.As soon as the spell fell, Pastor Matthew could clearly see that the injured man's back muscles relaxed a little.

Gretel didn't stop his subordinates, and went around to the front of the wounded, and cast the spell again.After casting the spell, he leaned over and asked:

"...Are you feeling better? Is it still hurting?"

In the human body surface, there are more pain-sensing nerves, which are more sensitive.The internal organs are actually not very sensitive to pain. Of course, this iron rod is really inserted into the deadly place, which involves nerve pain, and I can't do anything about it.I can only try to correct the range covered by the spell...

"It's better..." The wounded replied weakly.The young priest looked surprised, but he was embarrassed to ask, but Pastor Matthew asked on the spot:

"It really stopped the pain! Little Gretel, how did you do it?"

"I'll tell you later," Gretel replied curtly.He directed others to carry the injured into the operating room, adjusted his position, and took out a small bottle of glycerin himself.Wipe it all over the skin of the injured abdomen, and activate the B-ultrasound magic:
"Well, there is not a lot of peritoneal effusion, and it seems that the amount of bleeding inside is okay... The pole is a little far away from the liver... and the spleen is also a little far away... There is a problem with the intestines, but it's not big... Kidneys... Kidneys are terrible!"

He closed his eyes and moved his lips, murmuring incessantly.No matter whether other people knew what he was doing or not, they didn't dare to disturb him, they just shut up and stood on both sides.Gretel finished the inspection, ran to wash his hands, and at the same time turned around and shouted to Pastor Matthew:

"Brother Matthew, get a handful of seeds! The thinnest, vine-type seeds you can find, with no fluff on them! Soak them in rubbing alcohol, I'll use them!"

The sound of water rushing.Without a special hand sanitizer, Gretel could only use the most traditional surgical hand washing method, washing from fingertips to upper arms over and over again.After washing, he ran back to the wounded, rubbed a stick of glycerin on the palm of his left hand, and sprinkled the seeds that Matthew handed over.

A strip of seed temporarily stuck to the palm of his hand.Gretel put his right hand on the wounded abdomen to activate the B-ultrasound magic, and held the iron rod with his left hand, concentrating on urging the seeds——

Slender vines, not much thicker than a hair, swayed out from his hands.They are arranged densely, without any gaps between them, as if weaving a green brocade sleeve for the iron rod, clinging to the iron rod, moving forward silently.

Silently, it penetrated deep into the abdominal cavity of the wounded, and then emerged from the back.Then, Gretel exerted force with his palm, and the vine seemed to shrink slightly inwards, and swelled outwards almost invisible.

"Brother Matthew, hold on to the iron rod! Follow its direction! Pull!"

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