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

Chapter 44 Your hand, I can cure

The two knights left in a hurry.Gretel copied the book for another day the next day, and went home in the evening. Sure enough, as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Knight Flynn and Knight Ciro, who had been there yesterday, accompanied by a middle-aged man with a beard waiting at the door.

In addition to the three of them, there was an unexpected visitor, stalking and smiling at the door.Before Gretel got close, he saw the big head shining brightly, which was particularly eye-catching:
"Sir Bishop?"

"Ah, little Gretel, you're back!" The bald-headed bishop raised his hand in a careless manner.Following a copy, a person was dragged from between the two knights:

"You want to heal him?"

Gretel: "..." Can you tell me who that person is first?
He stepped forward to say hello, and at the same time asked the two knights with his eyes.As soon as he approached, he smelled a very familiar odor from the middle-aged man.

This tastes so familiar... Grete's nose twitched, and he was surprised:
"You smoke?"

Is there tobacco in this world?

Has the great voyage begun?

Rubber, quinine, coffee, cocoa, and coca, which doctors love and hate, these things have all been passed on?
There are also three artifacts of high yield: corn, potatoes, sweet potatoes, these things have also been passed down?

Gretel struggled to pull back his thoughts.He opened the door and invited people inside.The bald bishop stepped in unceremoniously, and the three knights followed behind bitterly, asking:

"Sir Bishop, what are you doing here..."

"I've never cured this injury before! Now Little Gretel says it might be cured, of course I want to come and see it!"

"Do you really believe he can cure it?"

"Hey, little Gretel's method is different from others. He said it can be cured, so I'll take a look?"

After the Barron Knight injured his wrist, he went to seek medical treatment, and he also made a large donation to ask the Temple of God to take action.However, after brushing and brushing the treatment technique again and again, the bald bishop could only tell the other party: the tendons of his hands were broken, and there was nothing he could do.

Watching the knight go away in despair, never able to draw a bow again, the bald bishop was not uneasy.So as soon as he heard that it might be cured, even if it wasn't good to inquire about other people's secrets, he cheekily squeezed in.

Five people swarmed in—three of them were knights, and one was even taller than a knight—the [-]-square-meter hut suddenly wanted to burst.To make matters worse, there were only two chairs in the hut, one of which had a broken leg...

Grete looked left and right, and the patient was asked to sit in the perfect chair for diagnosis and treatment.He carefully sat on the chair with the broken leg, and as for the others, he had no choice but to use an apologetic smile.They like to sit on the bed and sit on the bed as they like, and they like to stand and stand. Grete gathered his mind and began to ask:
"Barron Knight?"

"I'm."

"You... injured your wrist three years ago? What's the situation now?"

"Yes... I hurt my right wrist..."

Gretel looked at each other quietly while questioning.Just looking at his appearance, Barron was seven or eight years older than the other two knights.His face was dark and his eye bags were slack. Only when Gretel asked his name, he raised his eyes and could see a little light inside.

Looking at the torso again, although the Barron Knight has been injured for three years, his body is still strong, and his belly has not bulged.The biceps of the left arm bulged high, and the muscles of the right arm relaxed a circle visibly.

Well...the patient has been exercising and has a strong desire to recover.Gretel, a former emergency physician, Nordmark made a silent note in his heart and stretched out his hand:
"Show me your right hand."

Barron Knight obediently stretched out his hand, palm up, flat on the table.Grete looked down through the oil lamp, and there was a knife in the vein of his right wrist. The flesh was red, and it protruded from the skin like an earthworm.The bald bishop's bear paw immediately stretched out, and just as he was about to point to the wound, Gretel breathed a sigh of relief:

"How does the wrist feel? Can't bend in? Is it okay to stretch out?"

"how do you know?"

Knight Barron glanced to the side subconsciously.The Flynn Knight on the left and the Ciro Knight on the right denied in unison:
"We didn't tell him!"

Gretel pursed his lips.He wanted to ask further questions, but the bald bishop turned his palm over and stopped between him and the patient, as if he would never stop until he couldn't get an answer:

"how do you know!"

Gretel rolled his eyes.He slashed the bald-headed bishop with his eye knife for a while, but unfortunately he couldn't catch it, and he was helpless and defeated.Take a breath, point to the wrist of Barron Knight, and explain:

"It's so obvious! He hurts the inside of the wrist, not the outside. The tendon on the inside bends the wrist inward. There is no injury on the outside, and it can definitely stretch out!"

"Ah...oh." The bald-headed bishop shrank his hands: "Where exactly was the injury? Why couldn't I be cured at the time?"

Gretel sweats.Which tendon was injured - how would he know without a physical examination!However, in any case, as long as it is not the right hand...

The tendon in his hand was injured, and it was not impossible for Grete to do this kind of surgery.The problem is that current surgical instruments are too crude...

He glared away the bald bishop, concentrated, and began to examine the Barrons.In the small [-]-square-meter room, several knights gathered together, even breathing down to the lowest level.Under the lights, Gretel's clear command voice sounded sentence by sentence:

"Come on, bend your wrist."

"Wrists straight."

"Outreach."

"Get in."

"Bend your elbows."

"The arm is rotated forward, yes, that's it."

"Bend your thumb, okay, straighten... forefinger... middle finger..."

Flexion, rotation, compression.Gretel checked carefully, and the Barron Knights also cooperated very well.The only headache is that the bald bishop is next to him. Every time he checks an item, he will ask: "Why do you do this? What is the result?"

Finally waiting for the inspection to be completed.Gretel breathed a sigh of relief and concluded with confidence:

"Rupture of the flexor carpi radialis tendon."

"What... what?"

glance right and left.Together with them, the three knight masters stared blankly at Gretel.The bald-headed bishop's big head stretched out again, and he asked like a barrage of guns:
"What's broken? You just made him spin this way and that, what were you doing?—Is it cured?"

so many questions...

Gretel was quarreling with each other.He finally couldn't bear it anymore, slapped the table, and suddenly burst out:

"I'll go back and tell you slowly! No! Yes!"

About a dozen tendons, from systematic anatomy to regional anatomy, and then on how to check the body and how to diagnose, at least one lesson can be taught!Can we take care of the patient first!

The bald-headed bishop was stunned for a moment by him, staring at Grete, as if he couldn't believe that this child would be so imposing when he erupted.Blinking his eyes, it took a while to react a little, and he replied blankly:

"Ah... oh..."

He retracted miserably.Knight Barron looked at his wrist and asked cautiously, "Can it be cured?"

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