Chapter 262 Ship Explosion Rescue

Grete sat in the treatment center all morning. For half a day, the treatment center was completely clean, and not even a person with a cold or cough came to the door. Grete geared up and made all preparations. However, after waiting for a long time, only a sparrow jumped on the threshold, and was teased by the trainee priest sitting at the door to come in and play.

Really empty of doors.

Well... As a doctor, you really shouldn't expect anyone to get sick or injured. Even if there is no emergency rescue during the night shift, it is worth offering a few apples and two more cartons of milk to the night shift god.

But...if I had known this, I might as well have done animal experiments at home...

Gretel decided to take the initiative. He changed out of his priest's robe, put down his oak staff, put on his magician's badge, and wandered to the fleet station with Bernard.

No matter what, as long as the fleet is still parked in the port, someone must be training, and while someone is training, someone will be injured... If it doesn't work, there will always be bruises, right?

He was familiar with the roads and walked in through the door of the wounded barracks. In order to test sodium ascorbate, Grete ran for more than ten days in a row, and he was already familiar with the guard enough to be able to enter and exit with his face. After just saying hello, he and the barbarian walked along the edge of the dormitory to the training ground.

The training ground was in full swing.

The training ground for the parliamentary fleet is located on the seaside, half water and half land. At this moment, two dhows were parked side by side at the pier, with a gangplank set up in the middle. A group of reserve seamen, under the instructor's orders, were busy climbing the masts and pulling the sail ropes. Looking at the movement, it should be one team attacking and one team defending, simulating gang-hopping combat.

There was another group of sailors who were older and more roughly dressed. Carrying barrels and wooden boxes, shouting chants one, two, one, two, and running in circles in the training ground. There were also two groups, about ten or twenty sailors, sitting on long boats on the flat ground, holding wooden oars in their hands, and rowing hard.

Hot sweat steamed from everyone's head, and white mist spewed out every time they breathed in. The temperature of the entire training ground seemed to be one or two degrees higher than that on the sidelines.

Grete walked as close to the sidelines as possible. The runners should not be injured, and the rowers should not be injured either. The group that simulated combat seemed a bit dangerous... Maybe he should go there and take a look?

He walked around carefully. Just halfway through, I suddenly heard an order not far away:

"Fireball! Lie down!"

Grete stomped his feet, and before he could see his surroundings clearly, he was thrown to the ground by the barbarian...

"Ouch……"

Grete let out a small cry of pain. However, as soon as the voice came out, it was drowned in the frightened scream:

"Hide quickly! - Lord Bishop!"

"boom!!!"

A blazing red fireball went straight up and detonated close to the mast. Apparently the magician in charge of the exercise accidentally missed it. The deck shattered and the hull flew across the ship. The sloop, which was dilapidated and could only be used to train sailors, creaked and fell over, and was about to hit the sailors below.

"Bernard! Help!"

Gretel screamed. With a slight movement on his body, the barbarian rushed out like a cannonball and headed towards the mast. However, what was faster than him was a sharp white light:

"fla——"

The white light came first, followed by thunderous thunder, hitting the side of the mast heavily. The oak mast, which was as thick as a bowl, was actually hit by a ray of white light and was deflected by two feet, grazing the shocked young trainee and falling with a crash, splashing gravel and dust all over the ground.

At the same time, figures shot out from the sidelines of the training ground, and more than one knight rushed out. Gretel even saw that Fleet Logistics Officer William Gunson, who had dealt with him, was also among the crowd, running and shouting:

"Bishop Upton! Help!!!"

"Me too!" Grete got up and rushed forward.

A seventh-level war priest, a seventh-level barbarian warrior, and three or four knights took action together. Soon, more than twenty injured sailors were picked up and lined up in a row.

Two were knocked unconscious and fell into the water, three were burned in the fireball explosion, a dozen were injured by various wood chips and iron nails, and were bleeding, and some were bruised and smashed...

Then, the logistics chief turned his expectant eyes to the bishop:

"Bishop Upton, please—eh?"

On the far right side of the queue of wounded soldiers, Gretel is already lying on the ground, pulling Bernard to perform CPR on the wounded soldiers...

"Young man, who are you?"

The Lord Bishop asked. Grete raised his head despite his busy schedule:

"I am also a healer! - The one next to you is the most seriously injured, save him first!"

"good!"

The God of War Bishop had no time to question. He immediately lowered his head to check the condition of the injured and activated the treatment technique. After four or five consecutive magical spells, one soldier who vomited blood, two who were severely burned, and one who had a broken leg jumped alive and returned to their original state. Bishop Ampton breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at Gretel:

"What are you doing?"

In the temporary tent, Gretel was shaking out a big green cloth and covering the injured person lying on the long table...

"There is an iron nail stuck in his collarbone. I want to take it out." Grete replied without raising his head. As the footsteps turned, one, two, three, four, four big green cloths had covered the injured tightly, leaving only a piece of the chest. While still explaining to the injured:

"Just lie down. It won't hurt. Don't be afraid. Just lie down and don't move. I won't tie you up, okay?"

"good……"

A muffled reply came from under the cloth. Bishop Apton became curious and quickly took a look. As soon as he arrived at the door of the tent, he saw Grete take out a small knife, silver light flashing and extremely sharp, and he compared it to the injured man's collarbone.

"wait! You don't even use the magic to relieve pain! The Lord Bishop spoke to stop him. As soon as he said a word, Gretel pointed the tip of the knife at the injured man's collarbone and chanted in a low voice. A wave of spells that were both familiar and unfamiliar fell immediately.

He slashed it down. Bishop Upton clearly saw that the injured man lying on the table trembled slightly, but his muscles did not tighten, nor did he let out a sharp cry of pain - it didn't hurt, it really didn't hurt!

"Are you [delaying pain]? Why is it different? The spell fluctuations are much smaller?" The bishop forgot his emotions and asked. He reacted immediately, smiled and waved his hand, indicating that Gretel did not need to answer. However, almost immediately, the God of War Bishop opened his eyes wide again and took a few steps forward:

"What are you doing? - Isn't it just a nail? Why are you cutting his flesh? If you are not sure, I will pull it out!"

"Don't touch him!"

The location of this iron nail was too small, it penetrated diagonally below the clavicle, and was inserted between the subclavian vein and subclavian artery. Sloping further to the side, the external jugular vein, suprascapular vein, suprascapular artery, supraclavicular nerve, a bunch of blood vessels and nerves, are squeezed into a ball. Magic detection was turned on, and when he saw the location of the iron nails, he was sweating!

It's lucky that the sailor didn't die!

He was afraid that the bishop was careless, so he quickly flew the scalpel, cut the skin, and fixed the iron nail with the hand of the mage. Then use the magician's hand to hold the retractor, separate layer by layer, and open the platysma and sternocleidomastoid muscles. With a wave of his hand, several mage hands transformed into blood vessel clamps, and clamped the surrounding blood vessels one by one.

"Okay, you can pull it out now!"

"I'll come, I'll come!"

Bishop Ampton rushed forward, white light flashed in his right hand, and pinched the iron nail. Grete glanced at it, but without stopping, the bishop pulled it up hard, and with a whoosh, a small stream of blood suddenly came out.

Grete had a piece of gauze waiting nearby. Seeing blood flowing out, he pressed on it. Immediately afterwards, he took out a small silver rod and pointed the glass wire at the tip of the silver rod near the wound!

"Treat minor injuries! Treat blood vessel abrasions!"

Open the suprascapular artery! No active bleeding! Open the subclavian artery! No active bleeding! Open the suprascapular vein, external jugular vein, subclavian vein...

Each mage's hand opened, moved, and disappeared. Grete finally released the hook and leaned back:

"No problem. Lord Bishop, I'll leave it to you..."

"I'll do it, I'll do it!" Bishop Ampton stepped up to take over:

"Hey, you pulled out the nail beautifully. You cut it several times, but there was so little bleeding!"

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