Chapter 117 Another One Was Taken Away?

Many medical students, except of course the gifted ones, have painful memories of carrying their thighs.

Orthopedic surgery has always been like a construction site, with the sound of electric saws, hammers, and electric drills resounding throughout the operating room. Change the hip joint, femoral head, hold a fat man's thigh and keep it motionless for several hours——

You know, one leg of a person accounts for about 1/5 of the body weight. Imagine a 200-pound strong man undergoing surgery. You hold a 40-pound object in a special position and cannot move -

After carrying it for three hours, not only his two arms, but also all the muscles in his body were no longer his own.

This is why orthopedics are all about strong men. In the hospital where Grete worked in her previous life, the orthopedic surgeon was over 1.8 meters tall, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and long legs. The average person can run a horse on his arms, stand on his fists, and lift iron all year round. He is not in the operating room but in the gym.

During the ward rounds, everyone from the Department of Orthopedics to the deputy director to the interns were all dressed in uniform and wearing white coats. Under the leadership of the chief director, they walked out vigorously and could automatically bring the BGM:

"I can dominate the world at will~~Everyone is looking up to me~~~"

Gretel was not tall or muscular in his previous life. I suffered enough during my rotation in the Department of Orthopedics, but this time I had the conditions, and no matter what, I had to find a strong man to take over.

Pastor Patrick did not disappoint. After Grete clamped the blood vessels in the thigh, the man spread his hands, firmly held both ends of the injured person's right thigh, and pulled it apart to both sides. Gretel just stared at the meditation field and kept giving orders:

"Pull again, pull again - eh, we are almost in place, slow down a little - ok! Hold still! Just stop here, don't move, wait for me to set the bone!"

As the saying goes, an arm cannot twist a thigh. When an orthopedic department encounters a patient with a thigh fracture, the upper body is usually immobilized, and a separate person is sent to hold the patient's thigh with both hands and pull the patient outward as hard as possible. Pastor Patrick, however, used just two hands to steadily pull away the muscles at the broken bone and keep it still.

It is such a joy to have such an assistant to help me perform orthopedic related surgeries——

Gretel was happy, and Pastor Patrick was also shocked. In his meditation vision, he watched Grete turn around, looking up and down at the leg bone from all angles, then pushing it back bit by bit and instructing him to rotate it inward. While moving, he muttered:

"This time, the middle 1/3 of the femoral shaft was fractured... Hey, I'm really lucky. It's difficult to stop the bleeding if it goes higher, and if it goes lower, there will be more damaged blood vessels and nerves...

After a fracture, the muscles stretch and break it into an angle. Therefore, the adductor muscles must be stretched apart to reset the bones...

I said you should move your hands! You hold it so tightly, I can't even push it! "

It turns out that this is what you should do when setting bones. Pastor Patrick stared at the leg bone in his hand, secretly trying to remember. No wonder the legs he treated often went crooked in the past. After the bones were broken, they would be crooked. He just used magic without knowing anything, and the crooked bones would not straighten themselves...

He pulled, moved, and relaxed according to Gretel's instructions. In his meditation field of vision, the two ends of the broken bone finally came together, making a perfect fit. Pastor Patrick was secretly prepared and was about to cast a healing spell at any time, but he saw Gretel touching two hooks and calling Alvin and Little John:

"Hook-"

Pulled apart one by one, pale and broken bones were exposed. Grete called Joanna and pointed to the broken part:

"Healing! Just treat this bone!"

"ah?"

In the end, the healing skills still fell behind. The cracks on the bone stubble disappeared, and Gretel patiently straightened out the muscles one by one. If there were any damage, Joanna could perform targeted treatment. One place, two places, three places, five places...

These bits and pieces are often solved by treating minor injuries with one shot, or they don't even need to treat minor injuries, just a touch of positive energy and that's it. The muscles, blood vessels, and nerves were treated together before the skin was healed. After the calf was treated according to the same procedure, he clapped his hands together:

"Patrick! There is still one leg left, you can treat it!"

"I?!"

"Yes! Did you see clearly what I just did? It doesn't matter if you can't see clearly. You start first and I will give you guidance!"

This is a good opportunity. What a great opportunity. Patrick looked at Grete gratefully, stood up, washed his hands, and confidently held the injured man's left leg. Just as he was about to pull away, he was suddenly startled:

"This...I have both hands occupied, so I can't use the healing technique..."

Gretel: "???"

Isn’t it possible that healing techniques are triggered by thoughts?

If you have to free your hands, who can I ask to carry my thighs?

Joanna had been observing them with interest. Seeing that the two of them were in relative embarrassment, he smiled crisply:

"Hey, don't underestimate me!"

His long, white hands held the injured man's thigh. Deeply sink your fingers into the muscles, apply force to both sides, and pull away steadily. Gretel slowly opened his mouth on the side:

Sister, you don’t show your real face!

Doing it yourself will give you a different feeling than watching others do it as a coolie.

Pastor Patrick strictly followed Grete's process and completed it carefully. He felt the bones of the broken leg creaking under his hands, watched the damaged muscles become complete, and then penetrated the holy power into the broken leg and felt it again. Suddenly closed his eyes——

The feelings of the previous hour, the books I had memorized over the past month, and the experience of treating the wounded in the past ten years were all swirling in my mind.

Successful, failed, puzzled, enlightened. Happy, regretful, guilty, relieved...

Time passed by minute by minute. Patrick opened his eyes suddenly, clasped his hands, lowered his head and prayed——

Dozens of white lights fell straight down, framing the unconscious injured person.

"Tranquility?" Little John blurted out. Grete was stunned for a moment before he remembered that this was a magical technique he secretly named "Anesthesia". It was a special feature of the God of War Temple and required a fifth-level priest to cast it——

"Have you upgraded?"

"...Yeah. I've upgraded." Patrick stood there blankly, staring at his hands for a while, and then staring at the white light in front of him. After a long silence, he answered in a sleepy tone:

"I finally upgraded...seven years, seven years..."

He was once a genius that everyone admired. After reaching the edge of upgrading, I was stuck for four years. I had no clue and took the risk to join the war. In that battle, he lost his best friend, and also lost the hope and motivation for a breakthrough...

until today.

Someone told him that maybe it wasn't your fault, it was just bad luck; someone guided him to see a more wonderful world, and it turned out that healing can still be like this...

"Thank you..." He murmured lowly, "Grete, thank you..."

"Thank you! Continue the treatment!" Grete shouted. Seeing Patrick bowing his head in shame and continuing to release the healing spell, Grete turned to the window, smiled, and clenched his fist hard.

Anesthesia!

On call!

It will never be needed again. Whenever anesthesia is needed, someone will call the bald bishop!

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