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

Chapter 3 The Last Healing Potion

Following the cheers of the little priest, the sound of exhalation sounded one after another next to Wu Zhou.

The young man who was on his knees holding the wounded intestines immediately lowered his head.Holding his hands a little higher, he murmured softly:
"God of war is above!"

"God of War is up!" On the other side, the red-haired archer who pressed the injured man's arm also responded.Immediately afterwards, he probed his head and sincerely praised:
"Little Gretel, you are amazing!"

Wu Zhou did not mean to be happy.He concentrated all his energy on his fingers: the portal of the liver was extremely brittle, and the bleeding could not be stopped if the force was too low, but if the force was a little bit stronger, once the portal of the liver was torn off, the next thing would be a proper hemorrhage.The strength of this depends entirely on the experience and intuition of the surgeon.

Moreover, even if the bleeding is temporarily stopped, it is only the first step of the Long March, and there is still a lot of things to do!
The sound of footsteps roared all the way from behind.The soldier who was sent by Wu Zhou to boil water passed by carrying a bucket, followed by a prayer of "God of War is above", and then hesitantly asked:
"Little Gretel, will this... be all right?"

Will this be fine?
Don't even think about it!

Wu Zhou frowned tightly.The hepatic blood flow should not be blocked for more than 30 minutes at room temperature, otherwise the liver will be necrotic.

That is, he has to solve the problem within 30 minutes!

But he has nothing!

No blood transfusions, no gauze, gelatin sponge, hemostatic powder, or needles and threads for sutures!

He doesn't even have a pair of vascular forceps!
There was a sudden surge of great anxiety and fear.What belongs to Wu Zhou belongs to the original owner of this body.

Wu Zhou raised his head and stared at the little priest on the opposite side, his eyes turning red before he knew it:

"You!" he almost screamed:

"Put the healing technique in my hand! To this piece of liver! Quick!"

The little priest shuddered at him.The originally blushing face has turned white, and the freckles on his face are a bit transparent, which looks extremely pitiful.When answering Wu Zhou, his voice trembled and he almost cried:
"I, I really can't do it... I've run out of therapy..."

"Then what else do you have!"

"There is only one bottle of healing potion for minor wounds..."

...what the hell? !
What the hell is a healing potion!

This is not what I want! ! !
Wu Zhou really had [-] mouths to vomit in his heart.Even the dean of their hospital or the head nurse in the operating room who said this would have to spray him on the wall on the spot.

Big brother, sew the liver!Can you be a little more reliable!
Your therapeutic potion does not comply with GMP certification, is there any medicine approval word, and has it passed the shelf life?

He wants surgical instruments, needles, and lidocaine anesthesia, at least, give him a bottle of iodophor for disinfection!

Just now, the situation was urgent, and there was a shortage of supplies in the wilderness. He didn't wash his hands, and put it into the stomach of the wounded!

Why was he waiting for a potion for minor injuries!
But an inexplicable memory came out immediately.Several images in a row flashed in front of my eyes: the small glass bottle in my hand, the light golden liquid rippling in the bottle, the wound that was quickly healed and disappeared...

Wu Zhou took a deep breath.With his right hand holding the liver of the injured person, he spread his left hand and said solemnly:

"give me!"

Perhaps his tone was too firm, or perhaps the others had no choice at all.The little priest tentatively released the injured person's right arm, looked at the wound, and found that there was no more bleeding, and immediately began to turn his pockets in a rustling manner.After a moment, a small bottle of healing potion was handed over.

The bottle was only an inch and a half high, the thickness of a thumb, and the glass on the bottle was crystal clear.While muttering, "Shouldn't this thing be in a brown glass bottle?", he bit off the cork on the bottle, turned the bottle over, and poured it directly onto the surface of the cracked liver.

Then, the miraculous healing process unfolded again.

The ruptured liver wriggled gently.Granulation grows, fissures disappear, omentum climbs…

After a breath or two, what lay in Wu Zhou's field of vision was a complete, undamaged liver.

Wu Zhou tentatively loosened his fingers.The blood vessels under the fingertips pulsated gently, and the surface of the liver changed from pale to rosy to the naked eye.

very good!

Vascular anastomosis was smooth and blood perfusion was normal!
This piece of liver is alive!

"Wow……"

A small exclamation sounded.Wu Zhou raised his eyes while he was busy, and saw the little pastor on the opposite stretched his neck, his eyes and mouth opened into three round "O" shapes, staring at the liver in his hand, dumbfounded:

"Can you still save people like this?"

"Can't……"

Wu Zhou lazily complained.Facing the young pastor's half disappointed, half accusatory gaze, he explained leisurely:

"Pour the healing potion into the wound, just blink an eye; determine where the bleeding is, know how to open the abdomen to expose the wound..."

He said a word, and the little priest's head drooped down a little, and the freckles on his face dimmed a little.Finally, in the long tone that Wu Zhou deliberately dragged out, he said in a dejected voice:
"I see, it takes ten years to learn."

...but not for ten years.Five years—or seven years of study and training, plus various internships and certifications.Wu Zhou stopped talking.He turned his attention back to the injured: his life was saved, and the next step was to deal with intestinal and other traumas!
He turned his head and looked at the healing potion in his hand.He almost emptied the small potion bottle, leaving only a few drops at the bottom, less than a quarter of the amount.The pale gold in the water was on and off, and it was relaxing, like breathing.

The effect is really outstanding.

However, if you want to rely on these few drops of potion to heal the rest of the damage, there are probably only two words:

dream.

Squeeze your guts honestly!
Wu Zhou gently pulled out his right hand from under the injured person's liver.Take two steps back, look left and right, and begin a series of commands:
"Is there any soap?—what, only soap horns? Forget it, give it to me, and I'll wash my hands!"

"Is there any boiled water? ... Only this bag? Not enough! Hurry up and burn it! - By the way, put the needle and thread in it and boil it!"

"Is there any spirits? ... Actually there is? That's great! Give it to me!"

The red-haired archer, the yellow-haired warrior who was busy boiling water just now, was yelled at by him and ran and ran.The little priest's eyes were drooping, he looked left and right, and asked curiously:
"Why are you washing your hands again?"

"—Just now, it was an emergency hemostasis, bro! If you slow down, people will die!"

When it comes to saving lives, I can't afford to pay attention to anything - even so, if it is in the hospital, at least I have to grab iodophor in my hand.Now the most urgent hemorrhage has stopped, and he is about to start to move his intestines. If he doesn't wash his hands well, Wu Zhou's professionalism as a surgeon will not allow him.

He washed his hands with soap soap with the water that the red-haired archer had brought from the wooden bucket, trying not to look at the stains on the side of the wooden bucket while washing.Saying "stains" is a compliment, the barrel wall to the barrel lip is black, and I don't know how long it has been washed - maybe it hasn't been washed since the hoop was installed?
As for how dirty the water is compared to tap water, and how many microorganisms there are in it, Wu Zhou no longer dared to think about it.

(End of this chapter)