Chapter 663 Want to Perform a Cesarean Section? Let’s Study for Another Year! (10,000 Rewards Plus 1 Update)

Whether it was standing up for the princess or the queen, Gretel didn't care at all.

Anyway, he won't be kidnapped to the Rhine Kingdom. As for asking him to go to the royal capital or something, that would have to be discussed with the council and the teacher would have to nod.

Besides, no one wants him to leave Nevis, Oak Grove Hospital and Mage Tower!

Well, work hard to do clinical and scientific research, and work hard to publish papers. This is the most important thing.

When he has accumulated a thick stack of papers and published a book "Obstetrics and Gynecology", he will naturally become the biggest boss in this field, and no one can ignore his voice!

In view of this, Grete immersed himself in the hospital, working on both operations and papers. Of course, with the world's understanding of cesarean section surgery, he couldn't help but stay in the operating room and keep an eye on every operation:

"Snapped!"

A semi-illusory, gleaming, yet solid hemostat suddenly appeared and struck the necromancer's wrist. Accompanied by Gretel's roar:

"The transverse incision is not for you to cut a horizontal line! It is a shallow arc! A shallow arc! - Forget it, get off the stage, go back and cut 100 rubber balloons, and then think about the surgery!"

The radial styloid process of the right hand turned red instantly. The necromancer who performed the surgery did not dare to say a word, bowed his head and retreated, rolling to the edge of the operating room and standing next to the wall.

The next Necromancer quickly takes over. The knife was passed through quickly and effectively, and then a knife was cut into the subcutaneous fat, and a small incision was made in the fascia on both sides of the midline.

Next, the second chief surgeon took the blunt-tipped curved scissors from the instrument nurse—strictly speaking, the instrument skeleton—and began to cut the fascia...

"Snapped!"

The transparent hemostats are empty and then tapped. Grete continued to scold:

"Put the tip of the scissors up! Curl up! How many times have I told you not to listen! There is so much muscle tissue down there, and you want to poke a few holes in the flesh with the tip of the scissors?! Make another mistake, and you will do a hundred dissections The rabbit comes again!"

The second necromancer shook his palm, and the radial styloid process of his right hand turned red exactly the same.

I have to say, this area really hurts when tapped... It won't break the skin or bleed, but it really hurts!

He clicked, made a few cuts on the fascia, and continued to cut away the subcutaneous fat. As soon as his hand moved, the transparent hemostatic forceps flew up into the air, and there was another sound:

"Who asked you to cut the fat layer? Pull it apart! Pull it apart! The fat layer is torn off, so it is not easy to damage the nerves and blood vessels! - Forget it, step down and replace!"

Therefore, demand is the best driving force for research and development.

Grete had been operating on his own for so long, but he still hadn't developed any new magic. After only a few days of teaching his students, he had already perfected the Level 0 trick [Hemostat Radial Styloid Tap Technique]...

Opposite the operating table, a group of young necromancers remained silent. It is said that they are already very skilled in dissecting dogs and rabbits, and they have dissected countless corpses - more than three per person.

As a result, following Grete on the operating table, a lot of problems can be picked out at any time...

Five people changed, and the wrists were tapped about ten times. In the end, it was Joanna who took matters into her own hands and completed the operation under Gretel's guidance.

Fortunately, the mother was under spinal anesthesia + hypnosis, so she didn't know anything during the whole process. Otherwise, seeing Gretel roaring, changing people, roaring again, and changing people again, I would be so scared that I would jump off the operating table...

Well, so this is the advantage of spells. In a previous life, spinal anesthesia was spinal anesthesia, and the patient remained conscious. Unless you are transferred to general anesthesia, the surgeon or instructor will never dare to curse like this.

Instead of worrying about students, we should also worry about the feelings of patients!

After an operation was completed, several young necromancers rolled out of the operating room like eggplants beaten by frost. Joanna watched the nurses take the mother off the stage and asked worriedly:

"Did you scold them too harshly? After all, they have just started..."

"It's because I just got started and I have some bad habits, so I have to correct them quickly." There were no outsiders around, and Gretel did not pretend to be angry, and sighed longly:

"It is easier to start breaking off a sapling when it is a sapling than to break it off when it grows into a towering tree. I corrected their points. Each one of them will cause harm to the patient if they are done wrong..."

This is the case in medical care. In this industry, the error tolerance rate is very, very low, almost zero. If a car breaks down, it can be replaced, and if a house falls down, it can be rebuilt, but what about people?

There is no resurrection after death. Even if it is just a wrong cut or even delaying the condition, people will suffer unnecessary pain!

"That's...ok."

Joanna thought about it and could only agree. Moreover, she really has no say in the training of surgeons——

Not to mention those necromancers, even if her progress was two months faster, she could only perform surgery under Gretel's guidance. God knows how long it will be before I become an independent surgeon.

"Gretel, how long will it take me to study before I can return to Heartland City?"

"What? Are you homesick?" Grete stood under the running water, scrubbing his arms. Hearing the female pastor's question, he paused slightly and turned to look over:

"It's early! First of all, you need to be able to perform surgeries independently and be relatively proficient in them. Then you will increase the amount of surgeries. If you are lucky, you will see all the common complications."

Grete raised his head slightly and estimated the total training time from intern to residency in his previous life. And, how much risk can be offset by the magic of this world, and how much tolerance does the world have for surgical death:

"It will take at least one year, right? At the fastest one year, I can barely practice independently. However, if you want to know the why of each operation and be able to teach your disciples, I'm afraid it will take even longer..."

"It takes so long..."

Joanna was a little frustrated. She wants to go back as soon as possible, spread the technology of cesarean section as soon as possible, and benefit the people in her hometown as soon as possible...

But during this time, she had seen many unheard-of techniques. She knew that she knew too little, so she could only settle down and learn.

But while studying, I still occasionally mutter:

Are there really that many complications?

It takes half a year, no, a year or so, to encounter all the common ones? Uncommon ones, maybe untouchable?

Will the complications be so dangerous that even treatment can’t bring them back, or they don’t know how to deal with them?

Obviously, in the past two months, she had performed nearly a hundred operations with Grete, and they had all been performed smoothly, and there had never been any problems!

However, complications come soon. On this day, Joanna stood in front of the operating table as usual, incising the abdomen, cutting the fascia, separating the muscles, and cutting the peritoneum. There is a necromancer standing on the left and right. The mage's hands are flying, helping to pull the hook...

She has become much more proficient, and does not need to hypnotize the mother, nor does Gretel keep an eye on her. Grete was sitting on a round stool in the corner, his eyes straight, as if he was wandering in a trance. There are two light screens in front of you, one on the left and one on the right, beating constantly:

Joanna knew that one was an electrocardiogram and the other was blood oxygen monitoring. As long as the information on the two light screens is normal, it means everything is fine and the operation can proceed as usual.

From this point of view, Gretel didn't even say a word or do a thing. As long as he kept an eye on these two light screens, his role in the operation was irreplaceable.

Joanna looked away and continued working. After incising the peritoneum and exposing the uterus, and just as he was about to gently incise the myometrium, the mother suddenly began to writhe on the bed.

Joanna glanced sideways and saw the mother raising her hand to press her chest, trying to breathe, and making a hiccup sound in her throat. He even turned his head to the side, as if he wanted to vomit...

"Don't move! Don't move!"

Joanna panicked. When the mother moved like this, her scalpel almost went astray!

Damn it!

The uterine wall is so thin that it is almost transparent. If the blade is tilted, it can cut directly into the fetus!

"Don't move!" she shouted to the mother. As he shouted, he pointed his hand, and a large vine grew densely on the edge of the wooden operating table, tying the mother up and down. While tying up people, he gave orders to the two necromancers:

"Control her!"

"yes!"

Four mage hands flew out together. In the midst of her busy schedule, Joanna quickly started thinking:

What's wrong?

What happened?

Why does the mother suddenly feel uncomfortable? Why do you feel like vomiting? Is it the negative impact of divine magic, or is it because I feel nervous about having a knife scratched on my body, or...

While thinking about it, he looked towards the two light screens. On the electrocardiogram screen, the curves went up and down, and on the blood oxygen monitoring screen, the bright red seemed to dim a little - but it didn't seem to dim. In short, I couldn't give her any hints.

Before she could think of a reason, Gretel jumped up in the corner of the operating room:

"Don't move! Turn on the oxygen concentrator! Give her oxygen! Quick!"

As he spoke, he rushed over and raised his hand to pat the mother's waist. A dim yellow light flashed, and [Touch of Exhaustion·Muscle Relaxation Version] took action, and the mother immediately lost all strength and collapsed on the bed:

When your muscles are relaxed, you naturally don’t have the strength to struggle, right?

A necromancer panicked, ran to turn on the oxygen concentrator, and pressed the oxygen mask on the mother's face. Grete flew his hands, performed [Inspiration Technique], opened intravenous access, and infused Ringer's solution, doing several things in succession in an instant. While still busy ordering:

"Bring the pillow from the corner! Put it under her right hip! Let her lean to the left! Lean to the left! Lean 15 degrees! Quick!"

Another necromancer also went to work in a hurry. Fortunately, the mage's hands flew very quickly. As soon as he turned around and pointed his hand, two pillows were immediately brought over.

Joanna let go of the vine and lifted the mother up at an angle. The necromancer quickly stuffed a pillow down, then another...

Then, Joanna watched the mother's face gradually soften from pale and frightened, and the urge to vomit also subsided. Gretel stared at the screen, quickly took the mother's blood pressure with her hand, and took a long breath:

"Okay, it's okay. The blood pressure is back...Joanna, you have to remember that postpartum women often have low blood pressure when lying on their backs, and may experience symptoms such as chest tightness, tightness of breath, dizziness, nausea, and vomiting. Let her lie 15 degrees to the left. Stay, give her oxygen and infusion, she will be better..."

Damn it!

Luckily he saw her during her obstetrics rotation!

Fortunately, he saw the symptoms and the drop in heartbeat and made an accurate judgment!

The magic of real-time blood pressure measurement must be invented quickly! It’s so troublesome to always rely on a mercury sphygmomanometer or an invasive sphygmomanometer!

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