Chapter 781: Take Another Two Hundred Dollars of My Blood! Let’s Smoke Another Two Hundred.
Chapter 781: Take another two hundred dollars of my blood! Let’s smoke another two hundred——
Gretel threw two [Treat Serious Injuries] in one breath before he repaired the torn aortic dissection and allowed it to grow back to its original position. Take a breath and lean back——
The oak staff stretched out two roots in time, allowing him to lean on it comfortably without lying directly on the ground.
Thank God, I was rescued. If in the previous life, the aorta had ruptured and blood had poured into the chest, it would have been too late to save him.
If it is just a dissection and the tear is short, interventional means can be used to insert a vascular stent to block the rupture. If the tear is long, it will be necessary to open the chest, apply extracorporeal circulation, and replace artificial blood vessels——
Every movement is a race against time and hand speed. The problem is that these actions can only be used when the intima of the aorta is torn and the adventitia has not yet been ruptured. If the outer membrane ruptures and blood flows into the cavity, the person will die before the chest is opened!
Fortunately, the healing technique is quite powerful... Fortunately, the little snake can provide illusory vision and directly see the situation inside the body... Fortunately...
"Is it cured?"
"Have you been rescued?"
"Is father okay?"
the two knights asked eagerly. Gretel managed to take a breath, opened his eyes and looked at the magic light screen:
The blood pressure is still very low, but because the blood in the false cavity is released, it can barely be measured. Heart rate 150 beats/min, breathing shallow and fast...
"Open the door." He ordered in a low voice. The young knight was stunned for a moment, then jumped up quickly and opened the door of the consulting room. Grete recalled the blood type read by the blood test spell before, and cast a loudspeaker spell on herself:
"Prepare for blood transfusion. First prepare 1200 ml... type B blood, hurry up!"
"Okay, sir!" Someone outside immediately agreed loudly. The Obstetrics and Gynecology Department of Oak Grove Hospital has a need for blood almost every day, and it receives a number of blood donors on a daily basis. At this moment, Grete shouted, and a security guard immediately ran out to call someone:
"Come here! Six blood donors! Type B! Hurry up!"
A series of footsteps cluttered away. Grete glanced at the screen and signaled the two knights, one to carry his head and the other to lift his feet, to move their father onto the treatment bed.
Grete himself poked the oak cane to the side and used it as an IV stand. He quickly dispensed Ringer's solution and opened the veins. Normal saline was injected into the blood vessels, and soon the blood pressure rose slightly.
75/35, although it is still very low, it is a thrilling low, but at least it is not going to kill you in a minute.
Grete drove the little snake through the patient's body, carefully checking every possible problem. Not long after, footsteps outside began to sound chaotically.
"Boss! It's coming, it's coming!"
The young knight standing at the end of the bed, relatively close to the door, immediately looked out. First there was a washerwoman, drifting in and almost bumping into him.
Looking further ahead, the washerwoman was held by a barbarian security guard with his arms outstretched like a hawk catching a chicken. Send him to the consulting room and hit the floor:
"Boss! Here you go! Do you want to draw blood now?"
"Transfuse her blood?"
The two knights stood upright together. The washerwoman was short in stature, with a sallow face and thin muscles, and she looked light and airy. Then he turned to look at the Necromancer who had followed him, and the huge needle in the Necromancer's hand——
Will she die if so much blood is drawn? Okay, even if you don't die, will you get seriously ill?
The middle-aged knight looked at the magic light screen - although he could not understand anything - with a worried look on his face. The young knight has begun to roll up his sleeves and expose his arms:
"Can you lose to me? She looks like this..."
"Loose to me!" the washerwoman suddenly said. The voice was sharp and sharp, shrill and trembling:
"Losing to me! Well-meaning master, please lose to me! I managed to get in line with great difficulty!"
As he spoke, he struggled desperately from the hands of the barbarian security guards and stretched his arms with rolled-up sleeves towards the necromancer. The movement was so big that he almost hit the tip of the needle and made a cut on his arm:
"Please! I'm here. Without my blood, the debt can't be repaid! The children at home are waiting to buy food!"
"this……"
The young knight was stunned for a moment, turned to look at Gretel, retracted his hand and tried to pick out his pocket. Grete sighed and waved at them:
"Draw her blood."
"Yes!" The necromancer who followed and was responsible for drawing blood had a cold expression and his movements were clean and neat. Draw blood, bottle it, throw anticoagulant spells. Gretel took the blood bottle in his hand and explained softly:
"Blood transfusions between blood relatives are more likely to cause problems than between strangers. Therefore, unless there is no choice, blood transfusions between blood relatives are not recommended..."
"Then she..."
The young knight still looked toward the door worriedly. Two hundred milliliters of blood was taken from the washerwoman, but she still refused to leave. Holding the cotton ball on his elbow with one hand, he looked at the Necromancer eagerly:
"Let's smoke another two hundred! Let's smoke another two hundred! I'm very strong! It's no problem if I smoke four hundred!"
"No! You don't weigh enough! Get out!—Next!"
The Necromancer shouted loudly. Without thinking, the barbarian security guard stretched out his arms, pulled her out, and pushed another one in. The washerwoman who was pushed out was dancing and being dragged out of nowhere, and she was still shouting:
"Let's take another two hundred! Let's take another two hundred—"
The young knight stared at Gretel. The middle-aged knight looked intolerable, but he grabbed his younger brother and pulled him aside:
"Stop talking. Mr. Master, he...has nothing to do..."
From the short conversation, it can be heard that the Oak Grove Medical Center paid people to donate blood, and paid a lot of money - otherwise the washerwoman would not be like this. But no matter how much he gives, he cannot save every poor person...
Even if these washerwomen want the opportunity to donate blood, they may have to donate blood and be exploited. However, how much can a medical center do?
Even they cannot ensure that all the people in the territory are fed and clothed.
The two brothers stood side by side and looked towards Gretel. Grete's face was full of reluctance, but he didn't look outside again. He just stared at the old knight intently:
Disinfect the vein, connect the blood bottle to a vine, connect the vine to a needle, and throw a [Higher Demonized Weapon] at the needle. Poke into the vein and fix...
Staring at the bright red blood flowing into the old knight's veins and seeing his vital signs gradually recovering, he had time to summon the silent phantom and explain to the two knights:
"Your father... the blood vessel connected to the heart was broken just now, and a large amount of blood poured out of the blood vessel and flowed into the chest. I just used treatment to repair the blood vessel, but treatment cannot create blood out of thin air, so I need to inject someone else's blood Blood.”
A tube of blood, another tube of blood. Grete stared closely at the magic light screen and continued to transfuse 800 ml of whole blood to restore the old knight's blood pressure to the normal range. After looking at the electrocardiogram for a while, he took two steps back and sat down:
"I have been rescued for the time being...but..."
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I'm so depressed today...
This chapter about blood donors is so depressing...