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Chapter 663 Want to perform cesarean section?Let's study for another year! (1 rewards plus [-])

Gretel didn't care much whether he was playing for the princess or for the queen.

Anyway, he will not be bound to the Rhine Kingdom.As for asking him to go to the king's capital, he had to discuss it with the council and get the teacher's nod.

Besides, no one wants him to leave Nevis, the Oak Grove Hospital and the Wizard's Tower!
Well, the most important thing is to work hard in clinical and scientific research, and to publish papers.

When he has accumulated a thick stack of papers and published a book of "Obstetrics and Gynecology", he will naturally be the biggest boss in this field, and no one can ignore his voice!
In view of this, Gretel buried himself in the hospital, focusing on both surgery and papers.Of course, based on the world's understanding of cesarean section operations, he couldn't help but stay in the operating room and keep an eye on every operation:
"Snapped!"

A semi-illusory hemostatic forceps that flickered with light, but really hard, suddenly appeared, and knocked on the wrist of the necromancer who was the chief knife.With Gretel's roar:

"The transverse incision is not for you to cut horizontal lines! It's a shallow arc! A shallow arc! —Forget it, you step down, go back and cut 100 rubber balloons, and then think about surgery!"

The radial styloid process of the right hand was instantly red.The necromancer who performed the surgery did not dare to say a word, bowed his head and stepped back, rolled to the edge of the operating room and stood against the wall.

The next necromancer hurried to fill his position.One cut across, fast and good, followed by a cut of subcutaneous fat, and a small cut in the fascia on both sides of the midline.

Next, the chief surgeon No. [-] took over the blunt curved scissors from the instrument nurse—strictly speaking, the instrument skeleton, and began to cut the fascia...

"Snapped!"

The transparent hemostat is empty and knocks again.Gretel continued to scold:
"The tip of the scissors is tilted up! Tilted up! How many times have I said it without listening! There are so many muscle tissues below, and you want to poke a few holes in the meat with the tip of the scissors down?! Make another mistake, and you will dissect a hundred One more rabbit!"

The palm of the second necromancer shook, and the radial styloid process of his right hand was completely red.

I have to say, this part really hurts when knocked... It won't break the skin, it won't bleed, it really hurts!

He clicked, cut a few times on the fascia, and continued to cut the subcutaneous fat.As soon as the hand moved, the transparent hemostat flew into the air, and it clicked again:
"Who told you to cut the fat layer? Pull it off! Pull it off! The fat layer needs to be torn off, it's not easy to hurt the nerves and blood vessels! - Forget it, you step down and replace it!"

Therefore, demand is the best driving force for research and development.

Gretel has been doing surgery for so long, but he hasn't developed any new magic.It has only been a few days with the students, and he has practiced the 0-level trick [hemostat radial styloid process percussion technique] to perfection...

Across the operating table, a group of young necromancers were silent.It is said that they are already very proficient at dissecting dogs and rabbits, and they have dissected an unknown number of corpses-more than three per capita.

As a result, following Gretel on the operating table, a lot of faults could be picked out at any time...

Five people were changed, and the wrist was tapped a dozen times.In the end, it was Joanna who did it herself, stumbling under the guidance of Gretel, and finished the operation.

Fortunately, the mother was under spinal anesthesia + hypnosis, and she didn't know anything during the whole process.Otherwise, seeing Gretel yelling like this, changing people, yelling again, and changing people again, he would be so frightened that he jumped off the operating table...

Well, so that's the advantage of spells.In the previous life, the spinal anesthesia was the spinal anesthesia, and the patient remained conscious all the time.Unless general anesthesia is used, the surgeon or instructor would never dare to curse like this.

Don't worry about the students, but also worry about the feelings of the patients!
After one operation was completed, several young necromancers rolled out of the operating room like eggplants battered by frost.Joanna watched the nurses send the mother off the stage, and asked worriedly:

"Did you scold too hard? After all, they are just getting started..."

"It's because I just got started and I have some bad habits, so I have to correct them quickly." No outsiders were around, and Gretel didn't pretend to be angry, and sighed:

"It's easier to break off from a young sapling than to grow into a towering tree. I correct their points, and every one of them will bring harm to the patient if they make a mistake..."

This is the case in medical care. In this industry, the fault tolerance rate is very, very low, almost zero.A car can be replaced if it breaks down, and a house can be rebuilt even if it collapses, but what about people?

A person cannot be resurrected after death.Even if it's just a wrong cut, or even delayed the disease, it will make people suffer unnecessary pain!

"It's… okay."

Joanna thought about it and could only agree.Moreover, she really has no say in the training of master swordsmen——

Not to mention those necromancers, even if she progressed two months faster, now she can only perform surgery under the guidance of Gretel.God knows how long it will take to be independent.

"Grete, how long will it take me to study before I can return to Hartland City?"

"What? Homesick?" Gretel stood under the running water, scrubbing his arms.Hearing the female pastor's question, he paused slightly and turned his head to look over:
"It's early! First of all, you must be able to perform surgery independently and be more proficient. Then pile up the volume of surgery. If you are lucky, you can see common complications."

Gretel raised his head slightly, estimating the total training time from internship to hospitalization in his previous life.And, how much risk can be offset by magic in this world, and how much tolerance is the world's tolerance for surgical death:

"At least one year, right? One year at the earliest, and I can barely practice independently. However, if I want to know the reason for each operation and be able to teach my disciples, I'm afraid it will take longer..."

"It will take so long..."

Joanna was a little frustrated.She wants to go back sooner, spread the technique of cesarean section earlier, and benefit the people in her hometown sooner...

But during this period of time, she has seen many unheard of skills, knowing that she knows too little, so she can only settle down to learn.

It's just that while studying, I still mutter occasionally:
Are there really that many complications?
It takes half a year, no, a year or so, to encounter all the common ones?Uncommon, maybe still untouched?

Will the complications be so dangerous that even healing can't be pulled back, or don't know how to deal with it?
Obviously, in the past two months, she has performed nearly a hundred operations with Gretel, and all of them have been performed smoothly, and there has never been a problem!

However, complications come and go.On this day, Joanna stood in front of the operating table as usual, cut the abdomen, cut the fascia, separated the muscles, and cut the peritoneum.There is a necromancer standing on the left and right, and the hands of the mage are flying, helping to pull the hook...

She's gotten a lot better at not having to hypnotize the parturient and not having Gretel stare at her all the time.Gretel was sitting on a round stool in the corner, his eyes were fixed, as if his mind was wandering.There are two light screens in front of you, one left and one right, beating non-stop:

Joanna knew that one was an electrocardiogram and the other was blood oxygen monitoring.As long as the information on the two light screens is normal, it means everything is fine and the operation can proceed as usual.

From this point of view, even if Gretel didn't say a word or do anything, as long as he stared at the two light screens, his role in the operation was irreplaceable.

Joanna looked away and continued to work.After incising the peritoneum and exposing the uterus, the parturient was about to gently incise the myometrium when the parturient suddenly writhed on the bed.

Joanna glanced sideways, and saw the pregnant woman pressing her chest with her hands, struggling to breathe, and her throat made uh-uh sounds.He even turned his head to the side, as if he wanted to vomit...

"Don't move! Don't move!"

Joanna panicked.With such a movement of the parturient, her scalpel almost went astray!

Heck!

The wall of the uterus is so thin that it is almost transparent, and if the blade is crooked, it can directly scratch the fetus!
"Don't move!" she yelled to the mother.With a finger pointing during the shout, a large area of ​​vines grew densely on the edge of the wooden operating bed, binding the mother tightly up and down.While tying people up, he gave orders to the two necromancers:
"Control her!"

"Yes!"

Four mage hands flew out together.In the midst of her busy schedule, Joanna quickly used her brain:
what happened?
What happened?

Why do pregnant women suddenly feel uncomfortable?Why do you feel like vomiting?Is it the negative effects of divine arts, or the nervousness of being scratched by a knife, or...

While thinking, he looked at the two light screens.On the electrocardiogram screen, the curve went up and down, and on the blood oxygen monitoring screen, the bright red seemed to be a little dimmer—and it didn’t seem to be dimmer.In short, there is no way to give her any hints.

Before she could come up with a reason, Gretel jumped up in the corner of the operating room:

"Don't move around! Turn on the oxygen generator! Give her oxygen! Quick!"

While talking, he rushed over and raised his hand to pat the pregnant woman's waist.With a flash of yellow light, [Touch of Tiredness Muscle Relaxation Version] made a move, and the parturient immediately collapsed on the bed:

The muscles are relaxed, so naturally there is no strength to struggle, isn't it?

A necromancer panicked, ran to turn on the oxygen generator, and pressed the oxygen mask on the mother's face.Gretel flapped his hands, patted [Encouragement Technique], opened the venous access, infused Ringer's solution, several treatments in succession in an instant.While still busy ordering:

"Get the pillow in the corner! Put it under her right hip! Make her lean to the left! Lean to the left! Lean 15 degrees! Quick!"

Another necromancer also hurried to work.Fortunately, the mage's hand flew fast, and when he turned around and pointed with his hand, two pillows were brought over immediately.

Joanna let go of the vines, and lifted the pregnant woman up. The necromancer moved quickly, stuffed a pillow down, and stuffed another pillow...

Then, Joanna looked at the face of the pregnant woman, her paleness and panic gradually eased, and her urge to vomit also subsided.Gretel stared at the screen, quickly measured the blood pressure of the parturient, and let out a long breath:

"Okay, it's all right. The blood pressure is back...Joanna, you have to remember that pregnant women often have hypotension in the supine position, and symptoms such as chest tightness, shortness of breath, dizziness, nausea, and vomiting. Ask her to lie on a 15-degree left tilt Let's give her oxygen and infusion, it will be better..."

Heck!

Luckily he saw it during his maternity rotation!
Fortunately, he saw the symptoms and saw the heartbeat drop, so he made an accurate judgment!
The magic of real-time blood pressure measurement should be invented quickly!Always relying on a mercury sphygmomanometer or an invasive sphygmomanometer to carry it is too troublesome!
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