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

Chapter 262

Gretel sat in the treatment all morning.For a whole half a day, the treatment center was clean, not even a single person with a cold or cough came to the door.Gretel geared up and made all preparations, but after waiting for a long time, there was only a sparrow jumping on the threshold, which was lured by the trainee priest sitting at the door to play.

It's really empty.

Uh... As a doctor, you really shouldn't expect people to be sick or injured.Even, if there is no emergency rescue during the night shift, it is worth offering a few apples and two more boxes of milk to the god of the night shift.

But... If I knew this, I might as well do animal experiments at home...

Gretel decided to take the initiative.He changed the priest's robe, put down the oak staff, pinned the magician's badge, and led Bernard to the fleet station.

No matter what, as long as the fleet is still in the port, there must be people training, and if someone trains, someone will be injured... Really, there will always be scratches, right?
He knew the way, and walked in through the door of the wounded barracks.In order to test the sodium ascorbate before, Grete ran for more than ten days in a row, and he was familiar with the guards enough to pass in and out with his face.After saying hello, he and the barbarian walked along the edge of the dormitory to the training ground.

On the training ground, the heat is in full swing.

The training ground of the parliamentary fleet is located by the sea, half water and half land.At this moment, two sloops were parked side by side by the pier, and a gangplank was set up between them. Under the order of the instructor, a group of reserve seamen climbed the mast and pulled the sails, very busy.Judging from the movement, one team should be attacking and the other defending, and they are simulating a gang battle.

There was another group of sailors who were older and more roughly dressed.Carrying wooden barrels and wooden boxes, shouting chant one two one two, running in circles in the training ground.There were two other groups, about ten or twenty sailors, sitting on the longboats on the flat ground, holding wooden oars, and rowing hard.

Everyone's head was hot and sweaty, breathing out white mist.The temperature of the entire training ground seems to be one or two degrees higher than that of the sidelines.

Gretel walked as close to the sidelines as possible.The runners shouldn't be injured, and the boat rowers shouldn't be hurt either. The group that simulated combat seems to be a little dangerous... Maybe he should go over there to have a look?
He walked around cautiously.Just walking halfway, I suddenly heard a shout not far away:
"Fireball! Get down!"

Gretel paused, before he could see his surroundings clearly, he was thrown to the ground by the barbarians...

"Ouch……"

Gretel let out a small cry of pain.However, as soon as the voice came out, it was drowned in the terrified screams:

"Hide quickly! ——My Lord Bishop!"

"boom!!!"

A blazing fireball was upright and detonated against the mast. Obviously, the magician in charge of the exercise accidentally missed it.The deck was shattered and the hull flew horizontally. The dilapidated sloop that could only be used to train sailors had its mast creaking and fell down, and it was about to hit the sailors below.

"Bernard! Help!"

Gretel screamed.As soon as his body was lightened, the barbarian rushed out like a cannonball, heading straight for the direction of the mast.However, faster than him was a sharp white light:

"fla—"

The white light came first, and the thunderbolt struck the side of the mast heavily.The thick oak mast was knocked two feet away by a ray of white light, rubbing against the startled young student soldier, and fell with a bang, splashing gravel and dust all over the ground.

At the same time, the figures on the sidelines of the training court shot up, and more than one knight rushed out.Gretel even saw that William Gunson, the fleet logistics officer who had dealt with him, was also among the crowd, shouting while running:
"Bishop Umpton! Save lives!!!"

"Me too!" Gretel got up and rushed up.

A seventh-level God of War priest, a seventh-level barbarian warrior, and three or four knights worked together.Soon, more than [-] injured sailors were picked up by none left and lined up in a row.

Two were stunned and fell into the water, three were burned in the explosion of the fireball technique, a dozen were injured by various wood chips and iron nails, were bleeding, and there were bruises and bruises...

Then, the Chief of Logistics cast his expectant eyes on the Bishop:
"Bishop Umpton, would you please—huh?"

On the far right side of the wounded soldier, Gretel was already lying on the ground, pulling Bernard to give the wounded soldier CPR...

"Young man, who are you?"

His Excellency Bishop blurted out and asked.Gretel raised his head in his busy schedule:
"I'm also a healer! - The one next to me is the most seriously injured, save him first!"

"it is good!"

The Bishop of the God of War had no time to question, and immediately lowered his head to check the condition of the wounded, and activated the healing technique.After four or five spells in a row, one soldier who vomited blood, two severely burned soldiers, and one soldier with a broken leg bounced back to their original state. Bishop Umpton breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at Gretel:

"What are you doing?"

In the temporary tent, Gretel was shaking out a big green cloth to cover the wounded lying on the long table...

"He has an iron nail in his collarbone, and I need to take it out." Gretel replied without raising his head.As the footsteps turned, one, two, three, four, four large green cloths had covered the wounded tightly, leaving only the chest.While still explaining to the injured:
"Lie down well, it doesn't hurt, don't be afraid. You lie down and don't move, and I won't tie you up, okay?"

"it is good……"

There was a muffled answering sound from under the cloth.Bishop Umpton became curious and took a quick look.As soon as he arrived at the door of the tent, he saw Gretel take out a small knife, which shone with silver light and was extremely sharp. He compared it to the wounded man's collarbone.

"wait!You don't even use magic spells to relieve pain!The bishop stopped him.As soon as he uttered a word, Gretel pointed the tip of the knife at the wounded man's collarbone, chanted in a low voice, and a wave of spells that were somewhat familiar and yet unfamiliar fell immediately.

He cut it down.Bishop Umpton could clearly see that the wounded man lying on the table trembled slightly, but his muscles did not tense, nor did he let out a sharp cry of pain—it didn't hurt, it really didn't hurt!

"Are you [Delaying Pain]? Why is it different? The spell fluctuations are much smaller?" His Excellency, forgetting his feelings for a moment, blurted out and asked.He immediately reacted, smiled and shook his hand, indicating that Gretel did not need to answer.However, almost immediately, the bishop of God of War opened his eyes wide again, and took a few steps forward:

"What are you doing?—Isn't it just an iron nail? Why are you cutting his flesh? If you're not sure, I'll pull it out!"

"Don't touch him!"

The position of this iron nail is really too small, it is inserted obliquely below the collarbone, and inserted between the subclavian vein and the subclavian artery.Leaning further to the side, the external jugular vein, suprascapular vein, suprascapular artery, supraclavicular nerve, blood vessels and nerves are crowded together.The magic detection was turned on, and when he saw the position of the nail, he was about to sweat!
It was luck that the sailor was not dead!
He was afraid that the bishop would be careless, so he hurriedly flew the scalpel, cut open the skin, and fixed the iron nail with the hands of a mage.Then hold the retractor with a master's hand, separate layer by layer, and stretch the platysma and sternocleidomastoid.With a wave of his hand, several mage's hands transformed into blood vessel clamps, brushing and brushing, clamping the surrounding blood vessels one by one.

"Okay, you can pull it out now!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Bishop Umpton galloped up, his right hand flickering with white light, pinching towards the iron nail.Gretel glanced at it, but didn't stop it. His lord bishop pulled it up forcefully, and with a whoosh sound, a small stream of blood immediately flowed out.

A piece of gauze was already waiting beside Gretel.Seeing the blood flowing out, he pressed it down.Immediately afterwards, he took out a small silver rod, and tapped the glass filament at the tip of the silver rod near the wound!

"Cure minor injuries! Treat blood vessel abrasions!"

Open the suprascapular artery!No active bleeding!Open the subclavian artery!No active bleeding!Open the suprascapular vein, external jugular vein, subclavian vein...

One by one, the mage's hands opened, moved, and disappeared.Gretel finally let go of the hook and leaned back:
"No problem. My lord bishop, I'll leave it to you..."

"I'll come, I'll come!" Bishop Umpton eagerly went up to take over:
"Hey, you pull out the nail beautifully. You have cut it several times, but there is so little bleeding!"

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