Chapter 312: After Lurking for Too Long, I Learned to Write Medical Records (Red Comet Maswan Reward Update 1)

The bishop is truly worthy of having experienced many battles. He had truly experienced hundreds of battles, and he had broken more than a hundred heads with war hammers, battle axes, and scepters. So even when he saw the injured person disemboweled and lying in front of him, the bishop did not change his expression and just said to Gretel:

"Sorry, I'm late. - How are you now?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the door. The door of the operating room slammed shut, shutting out the patient's family members who wanted to rush in with him. Gretel straightened his upper body, raised his hands flat, rotated half a circle around his heels, and smiled gratefully at him:

"The treatment is almost over, and we just need to close the abdomen. By the way, the injured should be waking up soon. Can you help with some magic skills?"

The bishop expressed his unshirkable responsibility. The tranquility spell that comes standard in the Temple of the God of War was released at once, a three-in-one method of analgesic, sedation, and confinement. The injured person immediately stood on the operating table, motionless. Grete was overjoyed and asked him to continue helping.

This new bishop is also very patient. He closed the abdomen layer by layer and treated minor injuries one after another. He did not show any impatience, nor did he protest, "It won't be over until one big healing technique is done."

After all the wounds were treated and the magic was released to revive the patient, he squatted down and looked at the pulled out iron bar, stretched out his hand to measure it a few times, then quietly went over and asked Pastor Matthew:

"So long? Is it penetrated? Where did it get inserted before? How did you treat such a serious injury?"

Pastor Matthew: "..." Actually, I only know half of it...

Still the smaller half. But this bishop was invited by him, and he came because of his face. He had to greet him no matter what. Pastor Matthew looked at Grete, who had already started to walk out with the copper basin in hand, and pointed slightly at the bishop:

"He is in charge of the treatment. Let him explain it later?"

The Lord Bishop has already hurried out. Gretel moved forward, so did he; Gretel turned, and so did he; Gretel entered a room with the injured man and another old man, and he followed him in as a matter of course, and sat there, no matter what. Get ready.

Such a thick skin made Gretel look at him twice: he was almost like a bald bishop. However, others had reached out to help before, and he could not burn bridges now. He only smiled at the bishop and put the copper basin in his hand on the table:

"The treatment was successful. Your son's life is no longer in danger, but there are some follow-up issues that need attention. First of all, because the iron rod penetrated the kidney, we had to remove the kidney..."

Bishop Ares's ears immediately stood up.

In the room, post-operative talks and popular science education were going on in an orderly manner. Outside the room, the noisy noise gradually quieted down. The crew looked at me and I looked at you, with tired looks on their faces.

"Is the first mate okay?"

"It should be fine. I can walk out on my own. My life should be saved."

"Then can we go?"

"Should we wait a moment? The little priest asked us to wait for him to come out..."

While they were chatting, the door opened with a creak. Gretel came out briskly and said to the God of War Bishop as he walked:

"No problem, I will tell you how to treat this injury later. Just wait a moment while I take care of these lightly injured people first. - You guys, come here and sit down!"

The sailors swarmed up, fighting for each other, and huddled together. A lame one-eyed dragon moved the slowest and was squeezed to the back. He suddenly extended his elbow and hit the elbow of the person next to him:

"Who are you? - I have never seen you. You are not from our ship, but you are here to rob me?"

James Lowe groaned secretly. He is a retainer of Baron Hopps, or in other words, he is a shady assassin kept secretly by his family, who specializes in doing some things for the baron behind the scenes. This time Gretel refused to apologize and gave a strong reply. The baron sent him out in anger and wanted to assassinate Gretel for revenge.

James Rowe received this task, one head and two big ones. It is easy to kill Gretel, but it is difficult to deal with the aftermath. Once someone is suspected, those magicians have countless ways to find the murderer. James regarded his life as very precious and would not throw it away casually no matter what.

He could only follow patiently, hoping to find an opportunity to make the assassination an accidental death. Naihe followed him for several days. As long as Gretel left the mage tower, the barbarian warrior would never leave. Every day at noon, he is sent to the treatment center, and he is taken back to the Mage Tower from the treatment center in the evening...

James Rowe himself is only a seventh-level assassin. It is beyond his ability to kill people under the protection of barbarians without being noticed. There was a fifth-level priest in the treatment center. He wanted to pretend it was an accident, but he couldn't do it either.

Finally, a large group of wounded people came to the treatment center today. James was cruel, fell hard, and walked in with his bloody calf. Originally, he wanted to wait until Grete was alone and kill him before leaving. Who knew, but before he found the chance, he was suspected by the sailors.

He shrank back awkwardly and stretched out a calf:

"I, I am moving goods on the dock... I was injured just now... The priest asked me to wait for him to come out..."

The calf was wrapped in a large piece of gauze. The one-eyed dragon glanced over and snorted:

"Why don't you seek treatment from a priest for this little injury? Can loan sharks kill you? - Judging from your delicate skin and tender flesh, you must have just gone bankrupt and can't do the heavy work of carrying goods, right?"

James Rowe was all smiles and chirping. The one-eyed dragon flicked it casually:

"Go to the back! Don't even try to get in front of me!"

James lowered his head and retreated to the end. At the front of the team, Grete had already spread out a book and began to ask questions one by one and record them line by line:

"Your name is...Femi, you are 18 years old, you have a broken leg...I took a look and found out, it's a simple fracture of the tibia. You have already been splinted. Do not exercise strenuously or exert force. If the pain is severe in a few days, or The swelling is very severe, remember to come to the treatment center to find me..."

"Your name is... Bata, you are 23 years old. You have a large soft tissue contusion on your shoulder and a strained ligament in your waist. There is no big problem with you. Go back and have a good rest."

"You... have large abrasions on your back, arms and legs, perform debridement, and wrap them with gauze... Do not touch the water until the wounds have scabbed. If you have a fever within two or three days, or if the wounds are large, red, swollen and ulcerated, come to the treatment center to see me. Think of ways to."

He asked the names one by one, described the injuries, gave instructions, and answered the sailors' questions. The speed is not fast, but it is definitely not slow either. One can be processed in seven or eight minutes. James Rowe was at the end of the queue. Seeing that it would be his turn in half an hour, he couldn't help but feel anxious:

Is half an hour enough for the God of War Bishop to leave? Should I look for a chance to walk away for a while? After being sent away by him after reading it, it would be inconvenient to find a reason to come back...

After taking a look, the God of War Bishop was sitting next to him happily, showing no sign of impatience. James Rowe struggled for a moment, then bypassed the team and walked towards Gretel. When he was about to get close, he suddenly tripped and fell down.

"oops!"

he exclaimed in a low voice. Between the fingers that were pointing towards the ground, a poisonous needle had quietly popped out, just waiting to be thrown out.

The medicine on the poisonous needle is his secret recipe. As long as the skin breaks and bleeds, the poison will be irreversible after an hour. The best part was that the needle prick made little noise, just like being bitten by a mosquito. He definitely had time to run away.

As soon as his body fell halfway, his open hands were pressed in the air, unable to hold him down any longer. Immediately afterwards, a pair of translucent mage grasped his arms with one hand and straightened his body. Gretel glanced over in his busy schedule:

"Are you okay?"

With a command of his hand, the floating disk and the mage's hand dissipated together. James stood there stunned for a moment and thanked him repeatedly. He returned to his original position, stayed quietly for a while, then went to find a cup, poured water into it and held it to Gretel's hand.

This little pastor's mouth is dry when he talks. Give him a glass of water and he will definitely drink it...

He held the water glass and moved forward step by step. He raised his left hand several times, wanting to tap his nails on the edge of the cup, but silently put it down several times. In the end, the exact same glass of water was delivered to Grete’s table:

"Master Priest, please have a drink of water..."

"Well, thank you." Gretel raised his head and thanked her, but did not touch the glass. Instead, the God of War Bishop next to him glanced over and flicked a faint light.

"There is no poison in the water. You can drink it."

James retreated silently, dripping with cold sweat. He walked forward step by step in the queue until Gretel asked him about his situation, finished writing his medical records, and sent him away before he hurriedly left. Walking out of the room, he leaned his back against the wall and listened:

"Your son, it's best to rest in the guest room for a night. After all, he is so seriously injured... Don't worry, I will watch it personally..."

James thought for a moment, walked around to the side of the treatment center, and quietly jumped inside. Just now when a group of people were crowded around, he had already felt around and roughly knew where the guest room was. At this moment, he took a pre-emptive strike and climbed into the guest room, quietly hiding on the beam, concentrating his breath, and huddled into a ball.

After a while, the injured person, the injured person's father, Gretel and the Bishop of War came in one after another. James huddled tighter on the beam, listening to Gretel putting the injured to sleep, and then walked to the next door with Bishop Ares, spreading out paper and pen:

"I'm starting to make up for the disease. You want to know how this injury was treated. You can understand it later by looking at the records. Well, you want to watch me write on the side? Okay..."

"Patient's name: Andre Miller, male, 27 years old, first officer. Penetrating injury, 16mm diameter iron rod, inserted from the 11th intercostal space on the right back and penetrated above the pubic symphysis. Visual blood loss was 500ml..."

"Pubic symphysis? It's the bone on the hip..."

"What is a midline incision? It is the midpoint from the xiphoid process to the navel, then, from here to here..."

The long recording and explanation lasted for most of the night. James Rowe huddled on the beam, listening to Gretel constantly explaining the contents of the record to the Bishop. He went in to see the patient every two hours, his eyes were blank and he doubted life:

So what did I do here?

After listening to him write so many records, I feel like I can write it myself...

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Great Little Theater

Barony receptionist: Mr. James, did you kill that little mage?

James Lowe: No.

Receptionist: So what have you gained in the past few days?

James Lowe (dead eyes): I learned how to write medical records...

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