Chapter 529: Sexy Vampires, Online Blood Test (Updates From Li Xi and Ten Thousand Rewards)
The deafening cannon fire finally stopped. The sailors aboard the Humpback Whale put down their boats and rowed hard, rushing to salvage the dead poisonous dragon. While paddling, he let go of his voice and sang loudly:
"Pull the cable—pull!"
“Paddle the oar—paddle!”
"Long cable—pull!"
"The top I just changed into - it's torn!"
Then there was a burst of wild and wild laughter. The laughter makes the fish sink to the bottom, and the laughter makes the seabirds fly away. Amid laughter, they threw out hooks, spread out fishing nets, and then scooped water into the boat bucket by bucket:
Seawater containing poisonous dragon blood is also a precious magic material. The mages have said that they must be taken back and cannot be wasted!
Singing and laughter, one wave after another. On the deck, Gretel banged, banged, patted his left ear, then patted his right ear...
This damn cannon is so loud! Both of his ears were about to be deafened!
Fortunately, more than 100 cannons were not fired at the same time...
Of course, this is impossible. On the Humpback Whale, there are 30 12-pound guns, 28 24-pound guns, and 30 32-pound guns, which are also arranged on both sides of the deck.
At the same time, only a dozen or so cannons were able to "speak" together.
The blame was that he was too close to the forecastle deck... The 68-pounder gun on the deck just now waited until the last moment to get closer and fire, hitting the poisonous dragon in the chest. The combat power is very strong, but Grete felt that his membrane was probably hit too...
"Grete, how are you?"
Cerira quietly touched his elbow. The girl's pointed elf ears unfolded silently, and the thin film surrounding the ear holes quietly disappeared without a trace.
"I should be fine..."
Gretel smiled bitterly. In order to protect himself, he also threw two healing spells on his ears, which were regarded as placebos:
"The eardrum should not be perforated..."
"Mage Nordmark!" Before he could finish speaking, someone was already shouting at the top of his lungs. Gretel looked around and saw a familiar God of War Bishop emerging from the cabin and waving to him vigorously:
"Mage Nordmark! Come down and help me!"
Ah, this is Mage Ampton, the healer stationed aboard the flagship of the Third Fleet. Gretel suddenly remembered the other party's name, patted his head, and ran towards the cabin:
We were at war just now anyway! Even if the opponent did not board the ship and there was no artillery fire, the artillery fire was still fired! With regard to the level of artillery and training these days...
Could it be that the chamber was exploded?
He dashed down after Bishop Ampton. Dong dong dong dong, dong dong dong dong, the leather shoes made a mountain sound on the narrow and steep stairs, and almost missed the step and rolled down the stairs.
When he was about to lose his balance, an arm stretched out from behind and grabbed Gretel by the collar:
"Be careful!—Oh, let me carry you away!"
Grete shook off sweat. Didn’t he forget to add [Cat Elegance] to himself? As for carrying him all the way down!
Enter the cabin and go down to the deck. The gun cabin was dimly lit and filled with smoke. The ropes were stumbling everywhere, the barrels were rolling, and the cannonballs were all over the floor. It was a complete mess.
Looking up, the visibility was less than ten meters. Everyone is shouting, everyone is running, everyone is trying their best to clean up the situation——
In this chaos, Grete sniffed and ran towards the source of the bloody smell accurately:
"What happened? The chamber exploded?"
It was indeed blown up. The thick cast iron barrel was torn into three or four petals that bloomed outward, twisting like twists. The heavy cannon body was directly blown away by the air waves, and hit a sailor hard. As for the sailor who was hit...
Well……
Gretel only glanced at it before turning his head and turning his attention to the other wounded. Half of the gun breech, together with the heavy gun button, were all smashed into the chest, and half of the gun body was pressed against the body. It must be hopeless!
I just heard that the overall weight of this 32-pound gun seems to be close to three tons...
Bishop Ampton didn't expect Grete to save this guy either. He stopped at the scene of the explosion, turned back hurriedly, raised his hand and drew a circle:
"Quick! I'll save Knight Entre, and I'll leave these people to you!"
Then, without looking back, he ran towards the guy whose chest was punched by the cannon's tail. Gretel was speechless:
Can this be saved? ——The knight’s vitality is so strong, can he survive until you save him?
The light of healing has begun to flicker. Gretel had no time to ask, so he glanced around and shouted:
"Where are the people! Help me carry them first!"
The power of this explosion was very impressive. The fragments flew across and swept away half of the cabin. Fifty or sixty sailors fell to the ground with bleeding heads, broken muscles and broken bones, groaning...
"Move! Move! You! Find a place to sit on the edge, and then press here and here!" Gretel looked at them one by one:
"Put this aside first. Where I drew the yellow line, tie it with a rope! Tie it tightly! If it doesn't tighten, insert a wooden stick into the rope, and then rotate the wooden stick hard!"
The mage's trick is used to mark the binding position and let people tie the tourniquet. It is really convenient...
"This one has passed out... Serira, help open the airway and perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation!"
"Okay! Look at me! Powerful Mage's Hand! Powerful Mage's Hand! Wind Technique! - Gretel, does anyone else want to do it?"
Uh, okay, Miss Yinlong is really good at doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation. No, maybe I can achieve a top four...
"This guy... what the hell, he has a hemopneumothorax! Come here and watch him for me and don't move around. Call me when this bottle is full!"
Fortunately, there is a syringe now... Injecting needles, connecting vines, and closed drainage of the lower chest cavity. Gretel used his hand speed to handle it in a moment. Take two steps, turn your head...
"Don't pick up that bottle! The bottle must be lower than your chest!"
Ouch, it’s really tiring to not have a reliable emergency team.
Bishop Grete and Bishop Ampton were busy with their hands and feet;
Cerira followed Grete, obeying his instructions and performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the patient while secretly throwing out healing techniques;
As we were busy, there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and a large group of people came down. Led by Archmage Leblanc, dwarves, barbarians, vampires, orcs, and VIPs on the deck came over to observe the situation in the gun cabin:
"Oops, someone seems to be injured? Do you need help?"
A faint light had already lit up on Elder Brock's pure white feather cloak. Hey, since the combat effectiveness of the parliamentary battleship has been confirmed, it is appropriate to show kindness appropriately!
With him taking the lead, the dwarf elders immediately rolled up their sleeves to follow. Several high-level healers started working together, and even the magicians were not idle - Gretel raised his head in the midst of his busy schedule and shouted:
"Mage's trick! Debride the wounded!"
The scrapes caused by dust, iron filings, wood chips, and gunpowder penetrate into the superficial body. It is most convenient to use cleaning techniques to debridement!
White light flashes. Dozens of injured people sitting or lying on the ground were first cleaned up by the cleaning technique, and then, treatment for minor injuries, treatment for moderate injuries, and treatment for serious injuries were sprinkled on them:
Stopping the bleeding, resetting the broken bones, and healing the wounds with broken skin and flesh. After cooking it all, not to mention the living and dead, flesh and bones, at least the life was saved, and the injuries were barely healed.
"Now there's only one left..."
Gretel wiped his sweat and ran towards the most seriously injured knight. The knight still had the remains of the iron cannon on his chest. The four sailors were divided into two rows, two on the left and two on the right, holding on to the iron cannon to prevent it from moving. Bishop Ampton stood nearby, sweating profusely, and the healing skills on his hands were flashing.
He looked at Grete for help, but was too embarrassed to speak:
He is a seventh-level priest, and Gretel is a fifth-level priest. He has been busy until now, why hasn't Gretel been busy now?
Gretel knelt down directly in front of the knight and began to check his vital signs. Pupils, the light reflex is present, but not dilated; respiration, although very weak; carotid artery, with weak pulse; blood pressure...
He took out two invasive sphygmomanometers and inserted them into the patient's radial artery. As soon as the reading came out, Grete frowned tightly:
Diastolic blood pressure 10, systolic blood pressure 40!
This is an invasive blood pressure monitor. If it were non-invasive, it would basically not be able to measure it!
"We need a blood transfusion immediately!" he whispered. The problem is that now it takes a lot of time to arrest people one by one to test blood types or cross-match blood...
Gretel gritted his teeth, took out a set of sterilized needles and sealed bottles of Ringer's solution, connected them to vines, and stabbed the victim's brachial vein. As soon as the bottle was hung up, the liquid slipped into the injured person's veins.
"His aura has become stronger!" Bishop Apton said in surprise on the other side.
The colloid buys you a little time, but not much. Blood transfusion, epinephrine, dopamine, and surgery are still needed to save the patient's life.
Gretel raised his eyes and looked around, and his eyes suddenly darkened. The Vampire Marquis stood in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"You just said you need a blood transfusion?"
"yes!"
"Need to identify blood type?"
"Yes! Can you do it?"
The bright light in Gretel's eyes made the fleet commander Knight Drok and several high-level healers next to him couldn't help but take a step forward.
"I...maybe." Marquis Turgu looked solemn and stretched out his hand to Gretel:
"Give me."
A drop of blood. Just a drop of blood. Marquis Tergu closed his eyes and tasted it, pondering for a long time. Then, Knight Drock was the first to offer a drop of blood, followed by the gunner, boatswain, and the uninjured gun crewman...
"This is different."
"This one is different too."
"This one is different too."
"This... well, give me another drop of the knight's blood, and I'll compare..."
In ten minutes, Marquis Turgu identified 60 subjects at the speed of one drop per 10 seconds and found 14 subjects with the same blood type as the injured.
Gretel assigned Serrela to follow him. He would choose one, and Serrela would get a share of the blood. At the end of 10 minutes, the results of the cross-matching came:
Among the 10 blood samples that have produced results, in 8 of them, the primary side was normal and the secondary side was normal.
80% correct rate.
This is the accuracy rate of high-level vampires who are not yet fully proficient in tasting blood tests.
The vampire talent is so terrifying.
Gretel didn't have time to sigh, he had already rushed forward and took blood one by one. For the first and second, he personally drew 200 ml of blood, poured it into a sterile glass bottle, hung it up, and connected it to a vine. The hot blood, which had just lost the anti-coagulation spell, gurgled into the veins of the injured.
"Serila! I'll leave the rest to you! I tell you to take the blood, and you do the work!"
"okay!"
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