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

Chapter 57 Renew the wrist tendon!

Gretel's day calmed down for a while.

He quietly nests in the mage tower, reads books, memorizes dictionaries, and learns magic.Two days later, the spark analysis was completed; another two days later, the hand of the mage was released successfully.

The next day is to meditate to exercise spiritual power and practice the fine control of the mage's hand.And, most importantly—

Look for opportunities to release detection magic three times a day to see if you can find any magic aura that can illuminate the bones through the human body.

In a flash, half a month passed.Gretel was taken to the Temple of War again.This time, with the cooperation of the priest and the knights, he completed an operation that was unprecedented in this world.

- Suture of the flexor carpi radialis tendon of the right arm.

Wearing fake surgical gowns that had been steamed for half an hour and just dried, and fake gloves made of casings.

There is an assistant on the opposite side, and someone on the side delivering the equipment.

Above his head, in a large disk with a diameter of one meter, the stars shone down with white light.If you look closely, it's all the lighting techniques released by the priests on the spot...

This is surgery!

Compared with the open belly and the intestines in the wilderness, the gap is too big!

Sure enough, backed by a big tree, it is good to enjoy the shade T_T
Gretel breathed in the air of the temple with happiness.Uh, the taste is not very good, there are too many people around, the body odor is a bit heavy...

Other priests, priest apprentices, and knights with sufficient qualifications and curiosity, except for those who helped him, all rushed into the temple, carrying stools, tables, and stools on the table.Around the operating table, from inside to outside, from low to high, surrounded by three large circles.

Seeing how they crossed their shoulders and tried to stretch their necks to watch the operation, Gretel really wanted to say:
You must not fall!Even if you fall, don't fall on the operating table and interfere with my operation...

Not everyone can come in.Knight Flynn and Knight Ciro, as well as the other friends of Knight Barron, were all squeezed out of the hall and tiptoed to look inside.Flynn Knight even shouted:

"Little Gretel, please!"

"understood!"

Gretel yelled back.After preparing the skin, sterilizing it with spirits, and tying the tourniquet, he did the same with his own hands, and nodded to the bald bishop opposite.The bishop clasped his hands together and murmured a prayer:

"Almighty God of War, please have mercy on your believers, don't let him feel pain..."

As soon as the voice fell, the white light was like a grid, and the Barron Knight was fixed on the operating table.Lord Knight tilted his head and fell asleep almost immediately.

Gretel: "..."

Even if it wasn't the first time he saw it, he still really wanted to ask:
Is this stick hemp, hypnotism, or spell confinement?

It doesn't matter what the method is.Anyway, tried it a few times with live pigs before.During the operation, the pig did not struggle, did not move around, and did not even tighten its muscles.

perfect.

When Gretel was still a little uneasy and embarrassed to say it, the bald bishop greeted and called over ten volunteers who were healthy, religious, and willing to use themselves to test the knife...

With magical anesthesia, the success rate of surgery is at least 30% higher.Gretel nodded happily to both sides, lowered his eyes, and slashed.

Good luck.

Whether it's a new scalpel that's sharper, or magic anesthesia that reduces the skin's resistance.In short, on the wrist of the Barron Knight, the firm skin was torn with the knife.

Gretel breathed a sigh of relief.Thank goodness, after all, there is no situation where a knife can't cut the skin at all...

At that point, what is his dignity as the chief surgeon?Although it is said that the temple knight who used the knife for him is already ready on the side...

This knife went down, and the bleeding was very little, almost only slowly oozing out.Surprised discussions resounded around:

"Wow!"

"So little bleeding!"

"How did he do it?"

"Hey, talk about it." The bald bishop urged.The sound was muffled under the mask, like thunder.For the sake of the gold master, Gretel gave a lecture to this group of bystanders while he started:
"Pay attention to the depth of the knife. Only cut the skin, not the underlying muscles and blood vessels, of course there will be no major bleeding. - Retractor."

Two priests who didn't know each other rushed forward, each holding hooks and pulling the incised skin outward.Little Freckled Pastor John stood at the patient's feet, and before Grete could speak, a pair of tweezers was brought up.

Works well together.

It's not worth taking them to train for several days.

Gretel took the forceps with satisfaction, avoiding the blood vessels and nerves on the patient's arm, and rummaging through the red muscles one by one.At the same time, silently count in your heart, one, two, three...

"vomit--"

Look, someone vomited.

This is not good, brothers, you are the Temple of the God of War!
I didn't do the surgery myself, and I vomited just looking at it. How can I save people?

...Gret, who was so snarky, didn't even think about what the hell he vomited when he first took a human anatomy class...

Gretel rolled his eyes to the opposite side.Unexpectedly, there was no response from the other side. Looking at it again, the bald-headed bishop turned his big head to the side, and under the thin mask, his cheeks were bulging...

"Hey!"

Gretel groaned softly.The bald bishop's Adam's apple rolled a few times, his chest heaving, as if he had swallowed something.Then, he finally raised his head and shouted like a thunderbolt:
"Go out and vomit!"

A bang.

Gretel didn't look back.It sounds like the buddy who vomited was thrown out of the circle directly from the table...

Isn't it, is your God of War so violent?

He proceeded cautiously.Avoiding blood vessels and nerves, hook each muscle with a hook.Then murmured a spell, activated the hand of the mage, and pulled it horizontally.

Can't pull it off.

According to the "Basics of Spells", the magic of the mage's hand can move objects that weigh no more than five pounds.At this moment, the force required by the hook seems to exceed five pounds...

Gretel broke a cold sweat inwardly, handed the hook to the assistants, and told them to pull it away.I continued to bow my head and rummaged, deep in the muscle layer, I found the retracted flexor carpi radialis muscle, and clamped the end of the tendon with tissue forceps.

Some operations are smooth and smooth.Then, for the first time, Gretel finally had difficulty.

I pull-

I pull-

I can't pull it!

Heck, the last time I had a thoracentesis, I couldn't poke my chest, and when I stretched my tendons this time, I couldn't pull my muscles?

The knights of this world are so powerful!
Muscle relaxation, I need muscle relaxation!
However, in this different world, there is no place for pharmaceutical chemicals, muscle relaxants or something, and there is no place to buy them if you have money...

Gretel glanced back subconsciously.In the past life habits, the direction that the anesthesiologist should be is only the layers of tables, chairs, and the white-robed priest standing above.

As for the one who really took on the responsibility of the anesthesiologist...

Gretel had a flash of inspiration.He squeezed the middle of the tweezers tightly with his right hand, released his left hand, and pointed to the tweezers handle to the bald bishop:
"Pinch this, pull it back! I say stop and stop! One, two, three!—oh stop stop stop stop!"

I went to this bishop to become a knight!The flexor carpi radialis muscle that I couldn't pull even if I died, he straightened it in an instant!

Gretel secretly shook the cold sweat.

Fortunately, the bald-headed bishop gave a password and a movement, and stopped when he said it, without extending it by one millimeter.The strong arm stabilized him step by step, he took out the ruptured tendon on the other end, trimmed the shape, and put the two sides together.

Then, raise both hands in front of your chest, palms facing out, take the preparatory posture of a surgeon waiting for the operation, concentrate your mind, and recite silently:
Health depends on life, life depends on——

　Little Gretel: I finally have a surgical assistant again woo woo woo woo...

　　Little Gretel said: Ask for a little support, so that you can send red envelopes to the assistants ^-^
　　For collections, for recommendations, for book reviews... for monthly passes...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)