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

Chapter 529 Sexy blood family, online blood test (Li Xi and Wan reward plus more)

The deafening cannonade finally stopped. [Humpback Whale] The sailors put down the boats, rowed and rowed vigorously, and rushed to salvage the poisonous dragon that was blasted to death.While paddling, let go of your voice and sing loudly:
"Pull the cable—pull!"

"Paddle--paddle!"

"Long cable—pull!"

"The jacket I just changed - it's broken!"

Then there was a wild, wild laugh.Laughing so that the fish sink to the bottom, laughing so that the seabirds fly away.Laughtering, they threw the hooks, cast the nets, and bailed the boat with buckets of water:
Sea water containing the blood of poisonous dragons is also a precious magic material.The mages have said, you have to take it back, don't waste it!

Singing, laughter, wave after wave.On the deck, Gretel bang bang bang bang, pat the left ear, then the right ear...

That damn cannon was too loud!Both of his ears were about to be deafened!

Fortunately, more than 100 cannons fired at the same time...

Of course, this is impossible. On the [Humpback Whale], there are 30 12-pounder guns, 28 24-pounder guns, and 30 32-pounder guns, which are arranged on both sides of the deck.

At the same time, the cannons that "speak" together are only a dozen or so.

The blame is that he is too close to the first floor deck... The 68-pound gun on the deck just now, endured until the last moment and opened fire, hitting the poisonous dragon in the chest.The combat power is very strong, but Gretel thinks that his membrane has probably been hit...

"How are you, Gretel?"

Cirella nudged his elbow softly.The girl's spiky elf ears unfolded silently, and the membrane covering the earholes disappeared without a trace.

"I should be fine..."

Gretel smiled wryly.In order to protect himself, he also threw two healing spells on his ears, which were regarded as placebos:

"The eardrum should not be perforated..."

"Master Nordmark!" Before the words fell, someone was already shouting.Gretel followed the prestige and saw a somewhat familiar War God Bishop emerging from the cabin, waving at him vigorously:
"Master Nordmark! Come down and do me a favor!"

Ah, this is Master Umpton, the healer stationed on the flagship of the Third Fleet.Gretel suddenly remembered the other party's name, slapped his head, and ran to the cabin:
We were fighting just now anyway!Even if the opponent didn't board the ship, and there was no artillery fire, the artillery was fired here!As far as the artillery level and training level of these years...

Wouldn't it be a blast?
He galloped down with Bishop Umpton.Dong dong dong dong, dong dong dong, the leather shoes made a loud noise on the narrow and steep stairs, and almost missed the foot and rolled down the stairs.

When he was about to lose his balance, an arm stretched out from behind and grabbed Gretel by the collar:

"Be careful!—oh, let me carry you along!"

Gretel sweated.Didn't he just forget to add a [Cat's Elegance] to himself!As for carrying him down the whole journey!

Into the cabin, the lower deck.The gun bay was dimly lit and filled with gunpowder smoke.The ropes stumbled everywhere, the barrels rolled wildly, and the shells were all over the ground. It was a mess.

Looking up, the visibility was less than ten meters.Everyone's yelling, everyone's running, everyone's doing their best to clean things up—

And amidst the chaos, Gretel sniffled and ran towards the source of the bloody smell precisely:
"What's the situation? Bomb exploded?"

It really exploded.The heavy cast iron barrel was torn into three or four petals that bloomed outward, twisting like a twist.The heavy cannon body was blown away by the air waves, and hit a sailor hard. As for the sailor who was hit...

Uh……

Gretel only glanced away before turning his attention to the other wounded.Half of the breech of the gun, together with the heavy gun button, were all smashed into the chest cavity, and half of the gun barrel was pressed on the body, it must be hopeless!
I just heard that the overall weight of this 32-pound gun seems to be close to three tons...

Bishop Umpton didn't expect Gretel to save the guy either.He stopped at the scene of the explosion, turned his head hastily, raised his hand and drew a circle:
"Quick! I will save the Knights of Entre, and I will leave these people to you!"

Then, without looking back, he ran to the guy who was hit in the chest by the butt of the cannon.Gretel was speechless:

Can this help? ——The vitality of the knight is so strong, can it last until you save him?
The light of the healing technique has begun to flicker.Gretel had no time to ask, glanced around, and shouted:
"Where are people! Help me lift people first!"

The power of this explosion was very impressive, and the fragments flew across, sweeping up half of the cabin.Fifty or sixty sailors fell to the ground moaning with bloody heads, broken tendons and bones...

"Move! Move! You! Find a place to sit on the side, and press here and here!" Gretel looked over one by one:

"Lift this one to the side first, where I drew the yellow line, and tie it with a rope! Tighten it tightly! If you can't tighten it, insert a wooden stick into the rope, and then rotate the wooden stick vigorously!"

The mage's trick is used to mark the binding position, so that people can tie the tourniquet, which is really convenient...

"This one passed out...Cerilla, help open the airway and do cardiopulmonary resuscitation!"

"Okay! Look at me! Greater Mage Hand! Greater Mage Hand! Wind! - Gretel, is there anyone else to do?"

Uh, well, Miss Yinlong is doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation, which is really a top trick.No, maybe a top four...

"This guy...Damn it, pneumothorax! Come here, watch him not move around for me, and call me when the bottle is full!"

Fortunately, there is a syringe now...Grete's hand speed was so fast that he had to prick the needle, connect the vines, and drain the lower chest cavity, and he was done in a short while.Take two steps, turn your head...

"Don't lift that bottle! The bottle must be lower than your chest!"

Ouch, not having a reliable emergency team is really tiring.

Gretel and Bishop Umpton were busy and busy;

Cerilla followed behind Gretel, and while following his orders, performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation for the patient, while secretly throwing healing spells;

Busy and busy, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, and a large group of people came down.Headed by Archmage LeBron, dwarves, barbarians, blood races, orcs, and distinguished guests on the deck came to observe the situation in the gun bay:
"Oops, looks like someone is hurt? Need help?"

On the white feather cloak of Elder Brock, a faint light has already lit up.Hey, since the combat effectiveness of the parliamentary warships has been confirmed, it is also appropriate to make a proper show of favor!
With him taking the lead, the elder dwarf immediately rolled up his sleeves to follow.Several high-level healers worked together, and even the magicians were not idle—Grete raised his head in his busy schedule and shouted:
"Mage trick! Debride the wounded!"

These dust, iron filings, wood chips, gunpowder, the abrasions caused by them penetrate into the superficial body, and it is most convenient to use cleaning techniques to debride the wounds!
White light flickers.Dozens of wounded who were sitting or lying on the ground were first cleaned up by cleaning techniques, and then treated for minor injuries, moderate injuries, and severe injuries:
Hemostasis of bleeding, bone setting of fractures, and healing of wounds with ragged skin and flesh.After all the cooking, not to mention life and death, flesh and bones, at least the life is saved, and the injuries can barely be counted.

"Now there is only the last one left..."

Gretel wiped off his sweat and ran towards the most seriously injured knight.The wreckage of the iron cannon was still on the knight's chest, and the four sailors were divided into two rows, two left and two right, holding the iron cannon to prevent it from moving.Bishop Umpton stood beside him, sweating profusely, and the healing technique on his hand was flickering.

He looked at Gretel begging for help, but he was not ashamed to speak:
He is a seventh-level priest, and Gretel is a fifth-level priest.He has been busy until now, so why hasn't Gretel been busy until now?
Gretel squatted down directly in front of the knight and began to check his vital signs.Pupils, the light reflex exists, but not yet dilated; breathing, still, although very weak; carotid artery, there is a weak pulse; blood pressure...

He took out the invasive sphygmomanometer in threes and twos, and inserted it into the patient's radial artery.As soon as the reading came out, Gretel frowned tightly:

Diastolic 10, systolic 40!

This is an invasive blood pressure monitor. If it is non-invasive, it is basically impossible to measure it!
"Blood transfusion is needed immediately!" He whispered.The problem is that it takes time to catch people one by one to test their blood type or cross-match their blood...

Gritting his teeth, Gretel took out a set of sterilized needles and a sealed bottle of Ringer's solution, connected them to vines, and pierced the injured man's brachial vein.As soon as the bottle was hung, the liquid slipped smoothly into the injured person's blood vessels.

"His breath has become stronger!" On the other side, Bishop Upton said in surprise.

The colloid buys a little time, but not much.Still need blood transfusion, blood transfusion, adrenaline, dopamine, surgery, multi-pronged approach, in order to save the patient's life.

Gretel looked around, and his eyes suddenly darkened. The blood marquis stood in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"You just said that you need a blood transfusion?"

"Yes!"

"Need to identify blood type?"

"Yes! Can you do it?"

The light from Gretel's eyes made the fleet commander Derlock Knight and several high-ranking healers take a step forward involuntarily.

"I...maybe I can." Marquis Targu looked serious and reached out to Gretel:
"give me."

a drop of blood.Just a drop of blood.Marquis Targu closed his eyes and tasted, pondering for a long time.Then, the Derlock knight was the first to donate a drop of blood, followed by the gunner, the boatswain, and the uninjured sailors in the gun bay...

"This one is different."

"This one is different."

"This one is different."

"This... well, give me another drop of the knight's blood, I'll compare..."

In 10 minutes, the Marquis of Telgu identified 10 subjects at a rate of 60 seconds, and found 14 subjects whose blood type was the same as that of the injured.

Gretel assigns Cerilla to follow him, he picks one, and Cerilla gets a blood match. At the end of 10 minutes, the results of the cross-matching came:
Among the 10 blood samples whose results have been released, 8 of them have normal primary side and normal secondary side.

80% correct rate.

This is the high-level vampire, the taste method blood test, the correct rate when they are not fully proficient.

Blood race talent, so terrifying.

Gretel didn't have time to sigh with emotion, and had already rushed up to take blood one by one.The first, the second, he personally draws 200ml of blood, pours it into a sterile glass bottle, hangs it, and connects it to a vine.The hot blood, which had just lost the anticoagulant spell, gurgled into the veins of the wounded.

"Cerilla! I'll leave the rest to you! I told you to take the blood, so you can do the work!"

"okay!"

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