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

Chapter 46 Then I will perform an operation for you to see

What do you mean by my diagram?
Stealing pictures can't be considered stealing?Or grab it directly?
Gretel opened his mouth, deciding not to tangle with the Bishop.He went on to yell at Knight Baron:

"Besides, even if it's cut open, what can I use to pull your muscles? With my hands?!"

"...Why can't you use your hands?"

Gretel pissed.He plopped back to his original position, took a few breaths, and couldn't help but began to doubt life. ——Has my ability to educate patients about popular science regressed?Obviously, everyone understands the explanation to this point in the previous life!
And the bald bishop obviously already understood...how could these knights still...

Forget it, the rough comprehension of the old man should not be compared with the caster.Then how do I explain it... Could it be an operation on the spot...

good idea!
Gretel's eyes lit up.He calmed down, got up calmly, and smiled at Baron Knight:
"Well, I'll go find a leg of pork—or a leg of lamb, cut it up on the spot, and you'll know how to treat it.—My lord bishop, can you wait for me for a while?"

"Where are you going to find pork legs at this late hour?" The bald bishop frowned.He thought for a while, turned his back on the customer, pulled Gretel up and left: "Forget it, come with me!"

"—Wait! My scalpel! Knife!"

The bald bishop strode ahead.Gretel was dragged by one hand and staggered, out of breath.The surgical instrument in the other hand was flicked back and forth, but in the end Flynn Knight couldn't see it, so he rushed forward and stretched out his hand to carry the operating box.

Gretel followed behind His Excellency Bishop, and the more he walked, the brighter and lively he went.As we walked, there were bright lights and smoke in front of us. Dozens of men inside were shouting, laughing and cursing, but it was a tavern.The bald bishop bumped into it and shouted:
"Old man, do you have any pork legs?"

"There's still half a piece left!" The farthest person on the counter responded: "Grill it for you?"

"It's going to be born!—Take me to the back kitchen!"

His Excellency the Bishop answered loudly.He passed straight through the crowd, and the three knights strode behind, and the men drinking and chatting in the bar suddenly rolled away, like Moses parting the Red Sea.Gretel, a young man who was caught in the middle, managed to sneak in without being stopped outside the kitchen door.

The kitchen is busy on all fours.A chef, three or four small workers, shuttling back and forth, wishing everyone could step on a halo of acceleration.The bald bishop ran to the butcher's case as soon as he entered the door, grabbed the pork leg, looked at it, and turned to ask Gretel:

"Can it be used?"

"—put down my legs!"

There was a roar on the other side.The chef brandished a kitchen knife and came to kill him. At the last moment, he almost stopped: "Master, my lord bishop!"

The bald bishop nodded indiscriminately, still staring at Gretel.Gretel stretched his neck to study the pork leg, and found that the joints at both ends of the big bone had been cut off, so he shook his head immediately.The bald bishop immediately put down the pork leg:
"Is there any leg of lamb?"

"No……"

The bald bishop frowned.The chef looked at it with his head, whipped the pork leg, and ran away, as if he was afraid that the pork leg would be snatched away a second later.The bald bishop ignored him, thought for a moment, and asked Gretel:
"Is it okay to live?"

"Fine……"

Before Gretel could react, he replied instinctively.The bald bishop nodded, got up and left. After a while, under Gretel's shocked gaze, he brought in a bleating live sheep and threw it directly into the meat table: "Can it be used?"

Your Excellency!

You really caught it now!

Gretel was dumbfounded.Seeing that he didn't answer, the bald bishop coughed and asked again: "Can it work?"

"It can be used, it can be used!" Gretel came to his senses, and quickly replied, "It's just..."

"What is it?"

Gretel held out his hand.The live sheep planed its hooves in panic, and almost kicked his hand. He immediately flinched, turned his head, and spread his hands to the bishop.

That, that's it.If you come here with a living thing, if you don’t give me numbness, how can I do surgery? - Stick hemp is also hemp!
The bald bishop laughed.He bowed his head to pray a few words and snapped his fingers.In an instant, Bai Guang said like an arrow and a spear, and tied the live sheep to the chopping board.With its hooves upturned, the sheep pawed its hooves twice in panic, its nose was still twitching, but it couldn't even make a sound of whimpering.

Ah... the surgery is comfortable... Gretel sighed happily, stood still in front of the meat case, and looked around:
"Uncle Flynn, please give me the box. Uncle Ciro, you can see better by standing on the left side, instead of standing on tiptoe like this... My Lord Bishop, it's a little dark here, can I trouble you to cast a lighting spell?"

At this time, the owner of the bar also slipped in, poking around with the chef, looking at the bald bishop and the sheep he brought in.Unexpectedly, at first glance, the bald bishop was standing sideways, but Gretel stood firmly in front of the case, opened the wooden box, and picked up the scalpel.

As soon as the knife was in his hand, Gretel immediately became uncompromising.Just like when he performed thousands of surgeries and taught interns in his previous life, he gave orders while doing it neatly:
"Then, before the treatment, the surrounding hair should be shaved clean first. - Don't laugh, Mr. Baron. If you really want to shave at that time, you'd better find a knife to shave yourself - and then cut the skin first, Don't cut too deep..."

At this point, the tip of the knife has cut into the skin of the leg of lamb, making a light cut.The skin was split by the knife, and the blood underneath seemed to be frozen, and there was a pause visible to the naked eye before a line of blood appeared.

"Wow……"

There was a low exclamation from the kitchen.The boss who came in to watch the excitement, and the little workers who helped the chef all opened their mouths, watching the bald bishop give commands and actions, bind the sheep when he said to tie the sheep, and cast the lighting spell when he said to cast the lighting spell.The boss even poked the chef:
"Hey, who is this young man?"

"Do not talk!"

The chef sprayed it back without thinking.He stared at the flying scalpel in Gretel's hand, staring intently:
"This knife technique is really beautiful... It only hurts the skin but not the flesh, and there is not much blood coming out. It's beautiful!"

Gretel himself was not very satisfied.To be honest, he is more familiar with human skin, and with a single cut, he can definitely cut through the skin without hurting the underlying fascia.He had dissected mice and rabbits in his previous life, but he hadn't dissected sheep much.Gretel looked at the bloodstains on the scalpel and sighed softly:
"This knife is not fast enough...Your Excellency Barron, if the knife is faster, when I cut your wrist, the bleeding will be reduced by half..."

"I'll find a way to find a knife!" Knight Baron responded.Gretel sighed:

"It doesn't matter what kind of knife it is, it has to be in the shape I want... Next, pull the skin to the sides so that the damage is minimal. My lord bishop, please pull the hook!"

As soon as he gave an order, the bald bishop obediently took the hook and pulled it back.Gretel looked at the hook with half of his eyes, and his hands kept on saying:
"Pull back, pull back, push harder...Okay, that's it, hold on!"

The chef and the bar owner were speechless.The bald bishop didn't say a word, trying to pull the hook...

　Today is another chapter that has been urgently revised... Every time a revision is made, one chapter becomes two chapters, and two chapters become three chapters.
　　
　
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