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

Chapter 312 I have been lurking for too long, I have learned to write medical records (red comet Maswan rewards plus 1)

The Bishop really deserves to be experienced in many battles.It is true that he has experienced hundreds of battles. He has smashed more than a hundred heads with a hammer, ax and scepter.So even if he saw the wounded man lying open in front of him, the bishop didn't change his expression, he just said to Gretel:

"Sorry, I'm late.—how is it now?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the door, and the door of the operating room was slammed shut, shutting out the family members of the patients who wanted to rush in.Gretel straightened his upper body, raised his hands flat, and rotated half a circle around his heels, thanking him with a smile:
"The treatment is almost over, and the abdomen is almost closed. By the way, the injured should be waking up soon, can you help me with a magic spell?"

His Excellency Bishop expressed his duty to do so.The Tranquility Technique that comes standard in the Temple of the God of War is released at will, which combines pain relief, sedation, and confinement in one. The injured immediately stands on the operating table, motionless.Gretel was overjoyed and asked him to continue helping.

The new bishop is really patient.Closing the abdomen layer by layer, treating minor injuries one by one, he didn't express any impatience, nor did he protest that "one big healing operation will end the job".

After all the wounds were healed and the magic spell was lifted to revive the patient, he squatted over to look at the iron bar that had been pulled out, stretched out his hands to compare a few times, and then quietly went to ask Pastor Matthew:
"It's so long? Is it pierced through? Where did it get in before? How did you treat such a serious injury?"

Pastor Matthew: "..." Actually, I only know half of it...

Still the smaller half.But this bishop was invited by him, and he came here for his sake, so he had to greet him no matter what.Pastor Matthew looked at Gretel, who had already started to walk out with the copper basin in hand, and pointed slightly for the Bishop:
"He presided over the treatment, let him explain later?"

The bishop has already walked out quickly.When Gretel moved forward, he also moved forward; when Gretel turned, he also turned; when Gretel entered a room with the wounded man and another old man, he followed of course, sat there with his buttocks, Ready to get up.

Such a thick skin made Gretel look at him twice: he was almost the same as a bald bishop.However, others have reached out to help before, and he can't cross the river and demolish the bridge now. He only smiled at the bishop, and put the copper basin in his hand on the table:
"The treatment was successful. Your son's life is no longer in danger, but there are some follow-up issues that need attention. First, because the iron rod pierced the kidney, we had to remove the kidney..."

The ears of Bishop God of War immediately perked up.

In the room, postoperative conversations and popular science education are proceeding in an orderly manner.Outside the room, the noisy din gradually quieted down. The crew members looked at each other, with tired expressions on their faces.

"Is the first mate all right?"

"It should be fine. If you can walk out by yourself, your life should be saved."

"Then can we go?"

"Should we wait? The little pastor asked us to wait for him to come out..."

While chatting, the door creaked open.Gretel came out briskly, and said to God of War as he walked:
"No problem, I'll tell you how the injury was treated later. Wait a moment, I'll take care of the lightly wounded first. ——You guys, come here and sit down!"

The sailors swarmed up, scrambling for each other, huddled together.A limping one-eyed dragon moved the slowest and was squeezed to the back. Suddenly, he stretched out his elbow and bumped the elbow of the person next to him:
"Who are you? - I haven't seen you before, you are not from our ship, and you are here to rob me?"

James Lowe groaned secretly.He is Baron Hopps' retainer, or in other words, he is secretly raised by their family, a shady assassin who specializes in doing some under-the-table affairs for the baron.This time Gretel refused to apologize, and replied strongly, the baron sent him out in anger, wanting to assassinate Gretel for revenge.

James Lowe received this task, one head and two big.It was easy to kill Gretel, but difficult to deal with the aftermath. Once suspected, those magicians had countless ways to find the murderer.James also regarded his own life as precious, and he refused to throw it away casually anyway.

He could only follow patiently, hoping to find an opportunity to turn the assassination into an accidental death.Nai Helian followed for several days, and as long as Gretel left the mage tower, the barbarian warrior would never leave.Every day at noon, send him to the treatment center, and take him back to the mage tower from the treatment center at night...

James Lowe himself is only a seventh-level assassin. It is beyond his ability to kill people under the protection of barbarians without anyone noticing.And there is a fifth-level priest in the treatment center who wants to pretend to be an accident, but he can't do it either.

After all, a large group of wounded came to the treatment center today.With a cruel heart, James fell hard and got in with his bloody calf.Originally, he wanted to leave until Gretel was alone and killed him, but who knows, the sailors suspected him before he found the opportunity.

He shrank back awkwardly, and stretched out a calf:
"I, I'm moving goods on the pier...I was also injured just now...My lord pastor asked me to wait for him to come out..."

A large piece of gauze was wrapped around the calf.The one-eyed dragon glanced over and snorted:
"Are you here to ask the priest for treatment for this injury? Usury can't pay you to death! ——Looking at your delicate skin and tender flesh, you can't just go bankrupt and can't do heavy work like carrying goods, can you?"

Jamie Lowe laughed all over his face and made noises repeatedly.The one-eyed dragon flicked it casually:
"Go to the back! Don't try to get in front of me!"

James backed away with his head down.At the front of the line, Gretel had already spread out a notebook, and began to ask one by one, recording line by line:

"Your name is...Femi, you are 18 years old, you have a broken leg... I took a look and found out that it is a simple fracture of the tibia. You are already on a splint, so don't do strenuous exercise or use force. It's very swollen, remember to come to the treatment center to find me..."

"Your name is... Bata, 23 years old, a large soft tissue contusion in the shoulder, and a strained ligament in the waist. You have no major problems, go back and have a good rest."

"You... have large abrasions on your back, arms and legs, debridement, and bandages... Do not touch the water until the wound scabs. If you have a fever within two or three days, or the wound is red, swollen and ulcerated, come to the treatment center to see me To find ways to."

One by one, he asked for names, told about injuries, gave instructions, and answered questions from the sailors.The speed is not fast, but it is definitely not slow, and one can be processed in 8 minutes.James Lowe was at the end of the queue, and seeing that it would be his turn in half an hour, he couldn't help but secretly feel anxious:
Half an hour, is it enough for the Bishop of God of War to leave?Am I looking for a chance to walk away first?After being sent away by him after reading it, it would be inconvenient to find a reason to come back...

Probe to take a look, the War God bishop sat beside him with great interest, and he didn't mean to be impatient at all.James Lowe struggled for a moment, walked around the team, and slid towards Gretel.When he was about to get close, he suddenly tripped and fell down.

"oops!"

He exclaimed in a low voice.Between the fingers that were propped on the ground, a poisonous needle had quietly popped out, just waiting to be thrown out.

The medicine on the poisonous needle was made by him secretly, as long as the skin is broken and bleeding, the poison will be incurable in an hour.The most wonderful thing is that the needle pricks are not very moving, like being bitten by a mosquito, he will definitely have time to escape far away.

As soon as the body fell halfway, the open hands were pressed in the air, and they could no longer press down.Immediately afterwards, a pair of translucent mages clasped his arms with one hand and straightened his body.Gretel glanced over in his busy schedule:
"Are you okay?"

With a wave of the hand, the floating disk and the mage's hand dissipated together.James stood there in a daze for a moment, thanking him again and again.He returned to his original position, stayed quietly for a while, then went to find a cup, poured a glass of water and held it to Gretel's hand.

The little pastor's mouth is parched, if you give him a glass of water, he will definitely drink it...

Holding the glass of water, he stepped forward step by step.He raised his left hand a few times, wanting to tap his nails on the edge of the cup, and put it down silently several times.In the end, the original glass of water was delivered to Gretel's table:

"My lord pastor, please drink some water..."

"Well, thank you." Gretel raised his head and thanked, but did not touch the glass.Instead, the Bishop of the God of War beside him took a look, flicked his hand casually, and flicked a faint light.

"There is no poison in the water. You can drink it."

James then backed away silently, dripping with cold sweat.He walked forward step by step in the line, and didn't leave in a hurry until Gretel asked him about his situation, finished writing the medical records, and sent him away.Walk out of the room, put your back against the wall, and listen carefully:

"Your son, it's best to rest in the guest room for the night. After all, it's such a serious injury... Don't worry, I'll watch it myself..."

James thought for a while, walked around to the side of the treatment room, and quietly jumped inside.When a group of people crowded around in a mess just now, he had already checked up and down, and probably knew where the guest room was.At this moment, he preemptively attacked, turned into the guest room, quietly hid on the beam of the room, restrained his breath, and shrunk into a ball.

After a while, the wounded, the father of the wounded, Gretel, and Bishop of the God of War came in one file at a time.James huddled tighter on the beam, listening to Gretel put the wounded to sleep, walked to the next door with Bishop of the God of War, and spread out pens and paper:

"I'm starting to make up the progress of the disease. You want to know how the injury was cured, and you can understand it after reading the records. Well, you want to read my writing on the side? All right..."

"Patient's name: Andre Miller, male, 27 years old, first officer. Penetrating injury, a 16mm diameter iron rod, inserted from the 11th intercostal space on the right back, and pierced above the pubic symphysis. Visual blood loss was 500ml..."

"The pubic symphysis? It's the bone on the hip..."

"What is a median incision? It is the midpoint of the line from the xiphoid process to the navel, then, from here to here..."

The long record and explanation lasted most of the night.James Lowe curled up on the beam, listening to Gretel explaining the contents of the record to the Bishop, and going in to see the patient every two hours, with blank eyes and doubts about life:
So what the hell am I doing here?
Listening to him write so many records, I feel like I can write it myself...

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Great Little Theater
Respondent from the Barony: Mr. James, did you kill that little mage?

James Lowe: No.

Responder: So what have you gained in the past few days?
James Lowe (eyes dead): I learned to write medical records...

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