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

Chapter 47 Fighting local tyrants, dividing scalpels
Under the watchful eyes of the public, the bald bishop pulled the hook with all his might.The body fell back, and the head was stretched forward, trying to see Gretel's every move clearly, so that the whole person bent into a "C" shape.Ciro Knight couldn't see it, he just stepped forward to take the hook, and heard Gretel shout again:
"Give me some fine needles! Toothpicks will do!"

Grett separates each muscle on the leg of lamb, inserting a toothpick between the muscles to mark.Then he called everyone to see: "Lord Barron, look, there are many muscles here. One of the tendons on your arm is broken-"

Saying that, he turned over the blade and picked it up. With a "quack" sound, the tendon ruptured, and the entire muscle bounced upward on the spot, and the silver-white tendon was retracted into the muscle group and disappeared.

"Then, we're going to find it out now..."

Gretel tilted his head, spread his hands, and pointed to the leg of lamb.That meaning is fairly clear:
You cut it out.

Barron Knight: "..."

Flynn Knight and Ciro Knight: "..."

The bald-headed bishop leaned over to look up and down.After looking at it for a long time, I rolled up my sleeves and pulled hard along the muscles that Grete had separated.After tossing for a long time, both hands were bloody, but he actually found the muscle that had shrunk up, pinched it with two fingers, and pulled it out—

"Huh!" Slipped off!

"Hey!" Slipped off again!
The third time, the bald-headed bishop learned his lesson and used two fingernails to dig at the muscle, and the veins on his wrist burst, stabbing—

The good leg of lamb was cut into a hole by him.

"Hey, hey, don't, don't!"

Gretel couldn't stand it any longer: "Sir Bishop, you can't use brute force here, you must have a handy tool... Come on someone, have organized tweezers... No, do you have tweezers? No? Take two narrow flat iron bars, Get some more hooks!"

"Go get it!"

The bald bishop and several knights gave orders at the same time.The back kitchen was busy for a while, and during half a cup of tea, the things Grete wanted were delivered one after another.Although the long iron bars were uneven, and the hooks were bent by the two knights, Gretel had no choice but to accept his fate after weighing it for a long time:
So be it……

He carefully pushed aside the muscle, pulled it with a hook, and beckoned the two knights to pull away.Find the ruptured tendon from the depths, clamp it tightly with two narrow flat iron bars, and greet the Barron Knight:
"Drag! Pull back!"

"Hey--"

The Barron Knight raised his left arm and pulled it hard.The lamb shank made a creaking sound, and he stretched it out every inch, and finally there was no hole in the meat strip again.Seeing that the ruptured tendon came close to the other end, Gretel immediately gave an order:
"Okay! Right here, hold on, don't move! - Lord Bishop, please use a healing technique to connect the two sides of the tendon together!"

White light falls.A group of people met head-to-head to see that the tendons cut by the scalpel had grown together again!
"That's how it was treated!"

"It's still so clear! Old Barron, look, your hand tendons can be attached like this!"

"Little Gretel, you are amazing!"

The knights gasped in admiration.The bald-headed bishop simply worked his way up, cured the sheep, and released the magic trick. The sheep was put on the ground and fled.

... a little limping.

"Little Gretel, why is this lame?"

"That's why I said there's something to be had!"

"what do you need?"

The bald bishop asked in a deep voice.Gretel's eyes lit up.

The set of surgical instruments that the Necromancer Lynn gave him was better than nothing.The curvature of the blade is wavy, the surgical scissors are so dull that they can only cut flower branches, and there is only one retractor, blood vessel forceps?Vascular clamp what is that?
In terms of type and level of sophistication, Gretel has a background in the 21st century, which is really disdainful.

But to let him find someone to build it himself, Grete weighed his wallet and felt guilty.

Originally, I was thinking of saving money and saving money, but no, the temple took the initiative to speak—

The temple is rich!
The waist is thick!

Beat the local tyrants, divide the scalpel!Don't be polite to the rich!

"I can't explain a sentence or two." He looked at the bald bishop expectantly, "Why don't you go home first and I'll draw it for you?"

After about a meal, the bald-headed bishop stared at a large sheet of paper, which was full of drawings and densely labeled various surgical instruments, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"What is this?"

"The handle of a scalpel."

"this?"

"Round blade. This is a curved blade, a triangular blade, all kinds of large, medium and small..."

"what about this?"

"Vascular clamp."

"Why did you draw two the same thing!"

"Oh, this is not a vascular forceps, but a needle holder. These are fine tissue forceps, large flat forceps, small flat forceps. These are mosquito forceps, these are pointed mosquito forceps. These are serrated scissors, curved oblique scissors, straight Shaped oblique scissors, this is a big curve, a middle curve, a small curve...

By the way, mosquito forceps, pointed mosquito forceps, fine tissue forceps and blood vessel forceps are relatively small, and the blacksmith's hands are rough, so it is best to find a jeweler to make them. "

"This, so much?!"

The bald bishop was speechless.Gretel sighed: "This is just what is urgently needed at the moment. It's still early to complete all the household items..."

In any operation, the cart that the instrument nurse pushed over didn't have dozens of instruments, and it was impossible to open the stage.

There is zero sense of security.

Knight Barron looked at the pattern on the paper, then looked at his wrist injury, and gradually lowered his head.The expression on his face was fluctuating, bright at one moment, dull at the moment, and finally, he finally clenched his fist tightly.

"I……"

Gretel has been paying attention to his expression.In this way of entanglement, wandering, and finally making up his mind, he has seen countless times in his previous life:
It is always the case for those families who are struggling with money, when deciding whether to sell the iron, whether to go bankrupt, and to fight for the possibility of a cure, it is always like this, in the emergency room, in the payment window, in the hall repeatedly.

At that time, he couldn't control too much.360 days a year, dozens of hundreds of patients a day, some of them are always in financial difficulties.But this time, he finally, can take care of it.

Gretel held down Barron Knight's shoulder in time.He raised his head and smiled brightly at the bald bishop, with a firm tone:

"Master Bishop, can I trouble you to make a set of these instruments? - After finishing, I will bring the Baron Knights to the temple to complete the treatment. I can also write these pictures and the entire treatment process in detail. —"

The bald bishop's brows slowly loosened.He deliberately shook his head:

"Just these?"

"Isn't that enough?" Gretel was confident. "Sir Bishop, among the believers of the God of War Temple, there are many warriors, right? How many are old wounds that cannot be healed? I don't know, you know?"

The bald bishop nodded lightly.Indeed, there are as many as a dozen high-level warriors he knows who regretfully retire due to old injuries—

"These warriors are rich, right? Guess, if they know that old wounds can be cured and can go back to the battlefield, what would they be willing to do for the temple? - Other temples can't cure it, only the God of War Temple can cure it! "

"You mean, there is only the Temple of the God of War?" The bald bishop was moved.Gretel spreads his hands:

"Anyway, I don't want to teach the Spring Water Temple..."

As for the Church of the God of Nature, ahem, the identity of this divine enlightener is false, and it is too late to hide.

The bald bishop lowered his head and pondered.The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this proposal was feasible. I looked at Gretel and laughed:
"Stinky boy! Teach us how to deal with it, and you're going to make a set of knives for nothing?"

"Just say if you can..." Gretel snickered.The bald bishop slapped him on the shoulder:
"Can I say no?"

"Ow—don't hit it, no one will open the knife if it's broken!"

　Beat the tyrants!

　　Split the scalpel!
　　Sub-collection, sub-recommendation vote, sub-investment, sub-book review...

　　


(End of this chapter)