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

Chapter 12 Throat swelling?Can magic work?

Tracheal intubation, Grete did not [-] times in his previous life, but also [-] times.When it comes to tracheal intubation, there are only three departments in the hospital that do a lot: the department of anesthesiology, the department of otolaryngology, and the emergency department, which requires a little knowledge of everything and is multi-skilled.

Slow diagnosis surgery requires intubation, you can ask the anesthesiologist to come, or you can ask the help of the otolaryngologist.Anyway, the ENT department has the word "throat", they are familiar with the anatomical structure of the throat, and they are good at tracheal intubation.Everyone arranges the surgery time, makes an assessment in advance, and arrives on time and on time.

There's no way to go to the emergency room.The patient has suffocated, and this tube has to be inserted. Is it possible to call for a consultation again, and wait for the person from the anesthesiology department or ENT department to run down?No matter taking the elevator or running the stairs, the patient can hang up in a few minutes!
Therefore, the hard-working emergency doctor, when encountering such a scene, rolls up his sleeves on his own...

The problem is that in his previous life, Gretel had inserted various intubations: some were inserted through the mouth, some were inserted through the nasal cavity; some were inserted after the trachea was incised, and some were inserted without incision; some were ordinary types, and some were reinforced with stainless steel. Silky, with an extra suction tube...

Only, I haven't inserted this in my hand.

One root chicken bone head.

Both ends were cut off and slightly smoothed, and there was still some spongy bone in the middle, and the disinfection status was suspicious...

Gretel said he really didn't want to use this thing in place of a tracheal tube if he could.But isn't it that there is nothing on hand... As a substitute for chicken bones, I can only say that it is better than nothing.

While operating, he has to work hard to explain to the priest:
"After the cricothyroidotomy is completed... What is the cricothyroid membrane? It's the place where I cut it. I can't cut it anywhere on the neck. It's the safest to cut it from here...

After the incision, a tube should be quickly inserted into the trachea to avoid cricoid compression damage and laryngeal stenosis.What is cricoid cartilage?Why is it damaged, why is the throat stenotic?I don't have time to explain to you now...

A child's throat cavity is very thin, so the tube can't be inserted too deep, and it will be troublesome to insert the esophagus by poking the head..."

Chatter, chatter.

If the students he brought, dared to ask these basic questions, they would definitely push them to death—how to learn in class, I don’t understand.

However, it was impossible for the priests of the other world to understand this. In addition, the situation was stronger than that of people, so Gretel had to separate half of his mind and try to perfunctory the other party.

He explained with his mouth and operated with his hands.There were no shadowless lights, no incandescent lights, just dim candles and torches—and no one to help with mirrors.Edison knew how to use a mirror when saving his mother!

Uh, although it was later said that it was made up...

"Oh, then..."

"Don't talk! Start!"

The priest was jumped by his drink and pursed his lips tightly.Gretel lowered his head and, under the flickering light, aligned the chicken bone with the incision in the cricothyroid membrane, steadied his hand, and pushed inward.

After a slight sense of blockage, the familiar feeling of disappointment passed to the fingertips, indicating that the cannula in his hand - the chicken bone - had broken through the incision and entered the throat cavity.

The subtle, whistle-like sound of airflow immediately passed through the chicken bones in the throat and entered Gretel's ears.

Operation is complete!
Next up is... uh, fixed...

bad, bad!

No tape!

There is no tool that sticks to the chicken bone, secures it to the patient's neck, and makes it immobile!

Is there anything I can grab for an emergency...

The first day of crossing the other world, the second emergency surgery, Gretel burst into tears again.

Facts have proved that doctors' imagination and creativity are boundless when it comes to curing diseases and saving lives.Gretel was embarrassed for less than a second at the throat with a chicken bone in front of him, and immediately made up his mind, grabbed the child's hand and shoved it into the farmer's hand:
"Uncle Edmund, hug him!"

He exhorted.As he spoke, he grabbed the farmer's other hand and pressed it on the child's shoulder:
"Don't let him move! Don't move at all! Especially the tube stuck in the neck, absolutely cannot move!"

The bearded farmer nodded vigorously, and greeted several other men to come forward, holding down the boy with all his hands and feet.The priest of the spring goddess kept holding his breath and watched by the side, until now he dared to let out a sigh of relief, and hurriedly asked:
"So that's all right?"

"It's still early!"

Gretel smiled wryly.He pointed to the child's throat and motioned the priest to look:

"Look, the throat is still swollen. The child can't breathe properly—when the swelling goes away, when is he out of danger."

"Is that right?"

The priest fell down, tried hard to see, and even coaxed the child to open his mouth.Helplessly, the light in the hall was so dim that he couldn't see clearly after looking for a long time. After struggling for a long time, he snapped his fingers:

There was a soft sound of "pop", and a white light swayed up and floated towards the child's mouth.

"Hey!"

Gretel glanced at it, and immediately panicked:

"Don't treat it yet! He can't be treated casually like this!"

"But, this is just an illumination technique..."

The priest shrank a little at his roar, a little aggrieved.The Roman knight held his sword beside him and glared at Gretel.Gretel didn't pay attention to the knight's eyes, leaned beside the priest and kept pointing:

"Look at the inside of his throat...the inside of his throat, it's all swollen, right? There should have been a black hole in it, but now I can't see anything. In fact, the lower part is also swollen, and I can't breathe in. I almost lost my breath. Suffocated. Hey, you are the priest of the goddess of spring water, can you control the flow of water and reduce swelling?"

"What is swelling?"

"Let these swollen areas let the water flow out, and don't block the throat there."

"This……"

The priest was stumped on the spot.He frowned and thought for a long time, then shook his head:
"There is a similar attacking magic technique, which is high-level. It drains the water all over the body at one time. My level is still far behind. To drain such a small area of ​​water... I don't know, I pray and see. Can it attract the grace of God...

Just do it.The young priest adjusted his posture, and regardless of how much dust the silk robe would get on the soil platform, he knelt down on his knees and clasped his hands together in front of his chest.He muttered a long passage, and another long passage, and finally raised his head and sighed in failure:
"No. The goddess didn't respond to me. ... What about you? Can you do anything?"

Eyes full of anticipation, once again, focused on Grete.

Gretel was silent.

I originally wanted to skip the middle steps and go directly to the answer with magic, but the result is still not good?

The limitations of divine art are really too strong. Those who have ready-made answers directly copy the ready-made answers, and those who do not have ready-made answers do not even have a problem-solving idea...

Well, then leave it to me and let modern medicine handle it!

(End of this chapter)