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

Chapter 10 What Healing Can't Do, I'll Come!

Wagons, silk robes, silver bowls and plates, wine?
I'm almost there, don't you worry?
Gretel smiled wryly.

Am I meant to be treated as a doctor?

Why should I take root in the emergency department, from resident doctor to deputy director, and have been doing it for more than ten years?Day and night are reversed, one night shift for three days, and my heart beats 180 when I hear the sound of the ambulance whistle?

And it is one of the poorest departments in the hospital.The salary that I get every month, not to mention, I will cry if I talk too much.

Why don't I transfer to the department?Don't quit?

Isn't orthopedics good?
Isn't oncology surgery good?
Isn't private hospital good?
Not to mention now...

What kind of treatment can this alien world have?
First class?High-speed rail first-class seat?air conditioner?cell phone?Douyin of game web site B station?
There is not even a flush toilet in the broken place!

He shrugged to make a joke, but was interrupted before he could say anything.There was a scream in the hall, and a peasant woman rushed in with a limp child, and went straight to the priest's seat:

"Save him!—Please, save him!"

There are patients!
Gretel jumped up and ran in.

He's fast, and mature fighters are faster than him.Brother Raymond, the archer Tangen, and the spearman Wally, ran after him, and then passed him one by one.

When Gretel arrived, there was already a circle of people around the boss.And the young priest clasped his hands on his chest and looked down at the child lying in the peasant woman's arms. In the low voice of chants, the pure white light fell silently.

no response.

The seven- or eight-year-old boy was leaning softly on the peasant woman's arms, showing no signs of getting better.The white light fell, and the child forced his head back and struggled to take a breath.

An unpleasant, hollow whine, through the human wall, clearly reached Gretel's ear.

For a moment, Gretel's hair stood on end.

Wheezes!It's a wheeze! ——The sound just now, such a loud wheezing sound that can be heard across the crowd, the patient's condition must be very critical!

He struggled to squeeze through the crowd.Only when he reached into a head, he saw that the boy's face was blue and purple, and his hands and feet were struggling.As the child raised his head and inhaled, the top and bottom of the collarbone, and the skin below the neck and in the center of the two collarbones, sank together.

Suprasternal fossa, supraclavicular fossa, and intercostal space are sunken at the same time, three concave sign!

Inspiratory Soft Tissue Depression!

Not to mention the obvious stridor, this is - the larynx is blocked, at least the third degree, no, it is already the fourth degree by the appearance of the child!
The child has already begun to suffocate, and if no effective treatment is given, he will die of hypoxia within a few minutes!

The healing technique was useless, and the priest was quite surprised.He half-kneeled, looked carefully at the struggling boy, and began to chant again.

The magic that fell this time was different from the last time.In the whiteness, with some light blue water light, washed back and forth on the boy.Brush from head to toe, and from foot to head.

"It's a detoxification technique..."

Gretel heard someone talking next to him.

But detoxification is still ineffective.The boy's struggle gradually weakened, and sweat was dripping on his head and face.Even the wheezing has weakened—

The child with the blocked throat has no strength to breathe.

Gretel couldn't wait any longer.

Healing techniques, detoxification techniques, and various magical techniques also have problems that cannot be solved—or in other words, the magical techniques mastered by the priest in front of them cannot solve these problems.Well, here I come!

He snatched the child from the terrified peasant woman and laid it on the ground with his back to the scales.With a tug of his left hand, he tore off his shirt and stuffed it into a ball behind the child's neck.He turned around on his knees, and quickly pulled out a dagger from the waist of Brother Raymond, who was closely behind him!
"What are you doing!"

"Little Gretel!"

"Stop him!—stop him!"

Front, back, left and right, exclamations rang out.

Grete didn't lift his head, his left hand fell on the center of the boy's neck, moved down slightly, and stroked gently.

Well, here is the thyroid cartilage, here is the cricoid cartilage.Although the child is smaller than the adult, has a shorter neck, and has no Adam's apple, but it is just a mere positioning, it can't be difficult for him!

He is the No.1 civilian hospital in H province, the deputy chief physician of the emergency department, and he has more than ten years of clinical experience!
Separate the index finger and middle finger, fix the skin on both sides of the cricothyroid membrane, hold the dagger in the right hand, vertically downward, and pierce with a knife!

"what--"

The screams of the peasant woman gushed out together with the blood on the neck of the patient.

Don't pounce, don't pounce - Grete stared at the patient in front of him, and felt the feeling of the knife's tip, and said to himself.Don't rush over at this moment, give me one second, really, I only need one second!

His hands were slightly stronger.The tip of the knife sank, stagnant for a moment, and then, there was a faint sense of disappointment in the hand - apparently the dagger pierced the cricothyroid membrane and reached the throat.Wu Zhou pulled out the dagger without hesitation and threw it out.

A hissing air sounded.Gretel's whole body loosened: the cricothyroidotomy was completed, the airway was opened, first aid, success!

This child, from the brink of suffocation, was successfully pulled back by him.

As soon as he relaxed like this, he suddenly felt weak and sore all over his body.Adrenaline is secreted in large quantities, high-energy phosphate bonds are hydrolyzed and broken, and a large amount of energy is released like a typhoon passing through, leaving ADP and phosphoric acid in one place.This feeling is all too familiar to Grete. After every major emergency rescue in his previous life, he was so tired that he wanted to collapse.

Next... Although there will be more troubles, at the very least, the child's life has been snatched from the gate of hell!
As soon as he relaxed, a white light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.Before Gretel could clearly see what it was, he felt a sudden pain in his chest and involuntarily fell backwards and flew out.Gu Lulu rolled several times in a row, from the top of the soil platform to the bottom of the soil platform.

This rolling is extremely embarrassing, not only the shoulders, legs, elbows and knees, there is a burning pain, and even a shoe has been rolled off.Grete raised his head blankly with his hands on the ground. The knight who was sitting under the priest just now stood beside the child with a big sword in his hand, one left foot just retracted.

Did this... kick me down...?

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, on the side of his eyes, he saw the priest bent down and muttered.The light blue priest's robe rippled under the candlelight, and his clear eyes stared at the child with no distractions.

"do not move!"

Gretel yelled.The priest ignored him, his lips moved slightly, and a little white light from his fingertips was about to come out.In a hurry, Grete grabbed the shoes on the ground and threw them away with all his strength.

"Snapped!"

The shoes were drawn and flew out, not touching the corner of the priest's robe.However, the priest was also alarmed, took a step back, and the white light on his fingertips went out silently.The knight beside him was full of anger, and the unsheathed long sword was raised again, pointing straight at Gretel:
"you!"

The knight shouted angrily, and on the long table behind, the warriors brought by the temple jumped up one after another.The fighting power of these people is much stronger than that of the city guards, but after only one encounter, Gretel was twisted his arm and pressed to the ground.

The knight approached slowly.Gretel couldn't take care of him, craned his neck desperately, and shouted to the priest over the knight's leg:
"Don't treat! Do you want the child to suffocate to death!"

"--What did you say?"

"What did you say!"

The two spoke in unison.The priest was puzzled, and the knight shouted angrily.Gretel raised his head hard and shouted again:

"His throat is blocked! Cut a hole in his neck so he can breathe! You heal that hole, don't you let him suffocate!!!"

The priest was startled.He leaned down and carefully observed the struggling child on the high platform, and saw that the child's face changed from blue to normal, and he murmured in a low voice:

"There's some truth to it.—let him go!"

　Collection growth is so small T_T
　　Please collect, recommend, and invest... The contract will be received tomorrow, and the status will be changed in two or three days. Don't miss the benefits of the first node!
　　


(End of this chapter)