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

Chapter 5 I've Transmigrated After Working Overtime

Salt water coming?

Wu Zhou turned his head and saw a large, rough hand holding a wooden bowl and bringing it to him.The warrior's hands were full of calluses, and even if they were deliberately washed, they would not be able to clean the dark black stains between the nails.The black and yellow thumbs are still on the rim of the bowl, and the nails are deeply immersed in the water...

Wu Zhou felt his stomach churning just by looking at it.However, in this broken ground, I have to find something else to hold the saline...

Don't even think about it!

This kind of thatched-roofed house is so dirty that you can't see the authentic wooden barrels, except for wooden bowls, it is estimated that there is nothing else!
Wu Zhou lowered his head and took a sip of salt water, savoring the taste, his inner sadness turned into a river.

There is no ready-made physiological saline in the wild, it is so sad.

Boil the water, pour the cold water, and put the salt in it.How much salt to put, I have to calculate on the spot!
He took a sip of the concentration and felt the temperature again. He felt that the concentration might be a little bit worse, and the temperature was about the same.As for the temperature that is half a degree lower than 37 degrees, and the salt water concentration deviation is 10%...

Can't handle so much anymore!
Add salt, add salt, add salt.To be cautious, Wu Zhou asked them to add salt three times in a row to adjust to a satisfactory concentration.Then, instructing these rough-handed men to wipe the mouth of the water bag with spirits, pick it up, and pour it in—

Rinse carefully from the upper abdomen to the lower abdomen, little by little.After flushing, hold the intestines gently with both hands, and continue to shout:

"Come and lift him up! One shoulders, one foot, one back!"

The red-haired archer held the wounded shoulders.

The young man who first knelt beside the wounded, held the intestines, lifted the wounded's legs.

Kneeling across from the injured person in a very twisted position, the little priest who pressed the brachial artery with one hand and the posterior tibial artery with the other also released his hand with Wu Zhou's permission.After a series of operations, inspections, and cleanings, the blood on the left arm and leg of the injured person has basically stopped, and the pressing work on the small freckles has ended, and the injured person's back has been lifted up.

"One, two, three, up! Come to my side!"

Clap la la la, after rinsing the normal saline in the abdominal cavity, pour it down.

Wu Zhou continued to burst into tears.

No suction, no drainage tube, nothing... sucked up with straws or reeds?As long as he thought about the big yellow teeth of those soldiers, and if he couldn't breathe well, he would spit back half a mouthful in his abdominal cavity, Wu Zhou said, forget it.

He had no choice but to take the simplest and most rude way: after rinsing the abdominal cavity, lift the person up and pour water out.

The water was basically poured out, and Wu Zhou carefully checked it one last time.Luckily, there was no bleeding anywhere, or to use Wu Zhou's customary terminology - no active bleeding.He finally breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up slightly, and stretched out his hand to the side:
"Stitch!"

... no one cares.

No tweezers, no needle and thread, no laughing instrument nurse with crooked eyes, who held the needle and patted his palm gently...

Wu Zhou: "..."

T_T
He should have gotten used to it.

This is not a hospital, not an operating room.There were no first aid, second aid, equipment nurse, or itinerant nurse around, and a group of people joined hands and cooperated.Shout out to sew, and there is no one around who knows what he means...

"Give me the needle and thread!"

"Ah?...Oh!"

The freckled little priest jumped up, rustled, and began to take out his inner pocket.

Wu Zhou's eyes lit up.

He originally thought that the thatched hut on the side was broken, it was a family, and he should be able to find needles and threads.Who knew that this little freckles actually wear needles and threads?That's not bad, the priest's class is higher than that of the commoners, and the things they get should be better...

No, wait!

What a broken thing this is!

A sewing needle, no, that length, that thickness, is a needle for sewing a quilt at all!

Still bent!

Bent!

Bent while sewing!

And this line!this line!You are no longer required to be antibacterial sutures or knot-free sutures with barbs. What do you mean by a hemp thread that is lumpy and not smooth at all?
Forget it... The broken place can't be too demanding...

Wu Zhou tried his best to comfort himself, stitched the abdominal wall with the fastest speed.As I sewed, the veins on my forehead jumped: no absorbable suture, no silk thread, only the worst twine—the needle for threading is still a sewing needle!straight!straight!

There is no needle holder, no bending needle, and a sewing needle is held in his hand to poke into the flesh. Who knows what it feels like to sew...

He held his breath and sewed layer by layer patiently.The peritoneum, the superficial fascia, the skin and the subcutaneous tissue... After meticulously finishing the three layers of sutures and tying the last knot, the whole person leaned back as if in prostration, and lay down on the ground.

"Wrap him up..."

There was no one to help wipe the sweat.

sad.

No one wiped his sweat during the operation, but after the operation, someone will take care of him.Wu Zhou lay down, and immediately five or six hands stretched out to help him. The soldiers who had been turned around by him just now and didn't dare to say a word rushed up, talking loudly:

"Little Gretel, you are amazing!"

"Little Gretel, when did you get this?"

"Little Gretel..."

Wu Zhou: ...? ? ?
His tired and stunned brain turned and then turned again, and finally a memory was pumped into his mind.Yes, those are calling him, his name is Gretel, Gretel Nordmark, City Guard recruit...  

Today, I followed the team out of the city for inspection, and took the escort to the pastor - that little freckled, named John - to go home to visit family.The one who was just injured and treated by him was the captain of their team, Uncle Karen, who had been taking care of him.

When Uncle Karen was injured, his nephew Raymond, the spearman, was on his knees and held his intestines; the red-haired archer Toun; the entire squad.

So... I crossed?
Sure enough, after working crazy overtime in the emergency department, in the end, I became a corpse...

Alas, I survived the hospitalization and the main treatment, but I didn't expect that I would still fall down at the level of the deputy chief physician!

Wu Zhou silently wiped away bitter tears for himself.He looked around, at the gently rolling hillsides and green grass in the distance, at the ancient thatched-roofed house, at the Caucasian-looking teammates with tall noses and deep eyes, and finally lowered his eyes and mourned for himself. For a second, he silently said to himself:
"From now on, I'll be Gretel..."

Gretel looked up again, and saw a row of soldiers, oh, and a priest, all staring at him with burning eyes.Obviously, everyone was surprised and curious about how he suddenly cut open his stomach to save people.

Gretel: "..."

How can I explain this?

Can I tell them that I have this ability, which was honed in my previous life through 12 years of primary and secondary education + seven years of continuous undergraduate and master studies + more than ten years of clinical work? !
If you really dare to say that, you will be burned to death...?
There was also a pastor at the scene who saw everything and could report it to the church when he went back. He couldn't hide it if he wanted to!
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At the moment when he made up his mind from the Inquisition to the stake, and saw that he was about to make up the top ten tortures, a worried question interrupted his thinking and saved him from water and fire:

"Little Gretel... Captain, can you survive?"

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