Chapter 130: Little Grete, Please Stop, Have You Been Saved? !

Chapter 130 Little Grete, stop it—has the person been saved? !

"What is Gretel doing?"

"What on earth did Grete do?"

"I don't know...I can't understand, what about you?"

"I'm not Joanna or the others. I learned from Gretel. Hey, just do what he says, he always makes sense..."

The therapists whispered among themselves. They didn’t wash their hands, didn’t wear masks, and kept talking to each other, less than one meter away from the operating table on average. The saliva sprayed into the injured person's abdominal cavity in minutes. Seeing the possibility of infection, +1, +1, +1...

If this were the case in the previous life, the traveling nurse would have kicked them all out of the operating room. However, there is no circulating nurse or head nurse here, and when there are more and more people employed, Grete can only turn a blind eye. He lowered his head, tried his best to ignore the comments around him, and concentrated on the operation:

"Clamping the superior mesenteric artery."

"The middle colic artery has been repaired."

"The right colic artery has been repaired."

"Superior mesenteric artery patency."

"The posterior intercostal artery has been repaired."

"The subcostal artery has been repaired..."

"The middle colon vein repair is completed..."

Gretel muttered words that no one could understand, his fingers flew, and the command mage's hand kept flying in his abdomen. Free, loosen, expose blood vessels, clamp damaged blood vessels... Then, signal the priest next to him to throw a healing spell.

When the other party is confused, they have to use magic tricks to color it and give them instructions on where to throw it.

Even so, the workload has been reduced a lot... Gretel sighed secretly. If it was in the previous life, after the blood vessel clamp was closed, I would have used tissue tweezers in one hand and a needle in the other to suture with all my strength.

These arteries and veins are less than half a centimeter thick and up to two to three millimeters thin. After heavy bleeding, the blood vessels become even more deflated and difficult to see. But having small blood vessels does not mean that you can cut corners. You still need to sew as many stitches as you need, and tie as many knots as you need to.

Before suturing, it is necessary to trim the outer membrane of the blood vessel and remove blood clots in the cavity. The pulling force of each needle must be neither loose nor tight. In an operation, half of the physical strength is spent on sewing and mending.

What now?

Just one healing spell and you're done.

Not even for a second.

The blood vessels heal perfectly and the walls are elastic. There is no need to worry about leaks or subsequent poor healing...

A ruler is shorter and an inch is longer. Divine magic still has its benefits.

Oh, by the way, if I have time in the future, I will do a comparative study on [thrombosis after treatment and surgical suture healing of blood vessels]...

Grete took out a small notebook in his heart and wrote it down secretly. The mage's hands flew and he quickly removed all the bleeding blood vessels he could find, and also clamped the large blood vessels around the spear shaft that might be bleeding. Gretel finally straightened up and exhaled:

"Wipe the sweat."

No one paid attention...

Alas, he forgot that this world is not his previous life. Several doctors (priests) he trained so hard are now sent away to do other things...

Gretel silently mourned for himself. Sure enough, the division of labor in his previous life made sense. In addition to doctors, he should train a group of nurses. At least there would be someone to hand him instruments, put on surgical clothes, wipe sweat, yell at people, uh, forget about the last one...

He closed his eyes and collected himself. He took half a step back, turned his head slightly and looked around, assessing the combat effectiveness of everyone present... "Anthony! Marino!"

"Here!" shouted the two God of War priests. Gretel felt slightly reassured: The God of War Priest's combat effectiveness was reliable, and it was easy to use. I once watched my own surgery and accepted my leadership during that plague. Now, every call is accurate.

"Hold the injured man! Lie down on the right side! Hold him steady, don't move, you must not move! - Bernard!"

"I am here!"

The savage stood outside the crowd and shouted in agreement. It was as if there was a thunderbolt in mid-air, the whole tent shook, and the simple shadowless lamp hanging on the operating table flickered, as if it was silenced by his roar. Gretel secretly wiped away the cold sweat and raised his voice:

"Come and help!"

With a crash, the pastors on the opposite side spread out to the left and right, like the Red Sea parting in front of Moses. Bernard rushed over: "What's the matter?"

"Hold the broken spear! Follow the direction of insertion, and don't tilt it in any direction -" Gretel didn't even dare to say "pull it out" directly, so he could only tell the details in advance and try his best to warn:

"I count one, two, three, and you pull it out in the direction, as steadily as possible and as fast as possible! Don't swing left and right to damage the things next to you! Pay attention to the others! After pulling out the spear shaft, release the treatment immediately Technique! Are you all ready?"

"Ready!"

"Hold on!"

"Wait for me to sing..."

The priests responded unevenly.

If this had been the case in the previous life, the anesthesiologist would have been facing a formidable enemy, with a row of epinephrine and various other potions in front of him, ready to pounce on him at any time. The first assistant and the second assistant each held their needle holders tightly, preparing to suture. However, in this world, healers are chanting hard and preparing to release magic.

There was silence in the tent for a moment. The atmosphere gradually became tense and tense. Apart from the high or low prayers of the priests, there was only the sound of the barbarians breathing. In this silence, the sound of conversations getting closer and closer came into the tent sentence by sentence:

"Where is the person? He was carried away?... Oh no, this direction is to Little Grete's place!"

"What? He won't start directly, right?... Let's hurry up!"

"Grete! Don't rush to treat me!"

A shout came from outside the tent. At the same time, Gretel calmly issued the command:

"one two three!"

With a swipe, the spear shaft flew out, and the white light of the healing technique immediately rushed towards him. A gush of blood flowed out of Old Barney's abdomen, and he soon calmed down a lot under the comfort of the healing technique.

"Little Grete...hey!"

There was a sudden light in the tent. Gretel raised his head and saw the bald bishop's big, shining head from a distance, and couldn't help but feel happy:

"Master Bishop, you are here!"

"Can I not come?" The bald bishop rushed over angrily, as if shouting "Wait until I get there before I open the abdomen." He rushed in, only to find that the intern had already taken advantage of the chief director. Gretel shouted to him:

"Master Bishop! Use the tranquility spell!"

Thank God, a high-level God of War priest finally arrived and anesthesia was finally given! Although the injured person had been unconscious just now, it still felt strange to open the abdomen directly without anesthesia...

Do you want to take the time to boil the hemp and relieve the liver? Or a similar anesthetic? To be honest, he was always a little scared to drink this kind of plant-based compound anesthetic that could not be controlled in dosage.

How about trying to get some ether? What is the reaction formula of ether?

"Little Grete, you have to work harder!" The bald bishop paused and breathed a sigh of relief. There is also the mood calming technique, it seems there is no big problem on Gretel's side... Hearing Gretel shouting, he raised his scepter and laughed:

"Hurry up and level up, and try to learn the tranquility technique as soon as possible!"

White light fell like a forest, framing the unconscious injured person. There was a low exclamation in the surroundings: the speed of this magical spell is close to instantaneous, and it is so far away from the injured and blocked by the crowd, but the effect is not bad at all. The bald bishop's healing skills are truly rare.

It's a pity that not everyone buys this. A cold snort sounded from behind the bald bishop, followed by a sly and sarcastic mocking voice:

"——Why, you still want to poach him to the God of War Temple?!"

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