It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right?

Carriage, silk robes, silver bowls and dishes, wine?

I'm almost there, so don't worry?

Gretel smiled bitterly.

Do I want to be a doctor just for the salary?

Why should I take root in the emergency department and work from resident to deputy director for more than ten years? Day and night are reversed, one big night shift for three days, and your heart rate is 180 when you hear the siren of the ambulance?

And it is also one of the poorest departments in the hospital. Not to mention the salary I get every month, it would make me cry if I talk about it too much.

Why don’t I transfer to another department due to the treatment? Not changing jobs?

Isn’t orthopedics great?

Isn’t surgical oncology great?

Aren’t private hospitals nice?

Not to mention now...

What treatment can be expected from this alien world?

First class? First class seat on the high-speed rail? air conditioner? cell phone? Douyin of game website B station?

This place doesn’t even have a flush toilet!

He shrugged and tried to make a joke, but was interrupted before he could say anything. There was a scream in the hall, and a peasant woman rushed in with a limp child in her arms, and went straight to the priest's seat:

"Save him!—please, save him!"

There is a patient!

Gretel ran inside.

He is fast, mature warriors are faster than him. Brother Raymond, the archer Taung, and the spearman Vali ran out after him, and then passed him one after another.

When Gretel arrived, a circle of people had already gathered around the boss. The young priest clasped his hands on his chest and looked down at the child lying in the peasant woman's arms. Amidst his low singing, the clean white light fell silently.

no response.

The seven or eight-year-old boy was leaning softly in the peasant woman's arms, showing no signs of improvement. The white light fell, and the child tilted his head back hard and struggled to take a breath.

The unpleasant, hollow whining sound clearly reached Gretel's ears through the human wall.

For a moment, Gretel's hair stood on end.

Stridor! It's stridor! ——The sound just now, the stridor that was so loud and could be heard through the crowd, the patient's condition must be very critical!

He fought his way through the crowd. When he poked his head in, he saw the boy's face was bruised and his hands and feet were struggling wildly. As the child raised his head and inhaled, the skin above and below the collarbone, as well as the skin under the neck and between the two collarbones, sunk together.

The suprasternal fossa, supraclavicular fossa, and intercostal space are depressed at the same time, which is the three-concave sign!

Inspiratory soft tissue depression!

Not to mention the most obvious stridor, this is - laryngeal obstruction, at least third degree, no, looking at the child, it is already fourth degree!

The child has begun to suffocate. If he does not receive effective treatment, he will die from lack of oxygen within a few minutes!

The healing technique was ineffective, and the priest was quite surprised. He half-knelt down, took a closer look at the struggling and painful boy, and started chanting again.

The magic that fell this time was different from last time. Among the crystal white, there was some light blue water light, washing back and forth on the boy's body. Brush from head to toes, then from feet to head.

"It's an antidote..."

Gretel heard someone say next to him.

But the antidote is still ineffective. The boy's struggle gradually weakened, and his head and face were covered with sweat. Even the wheezing sound became weaker——

The child with a blocked throat no longer had the energy to breathe.

Gretel couldn't wait any longer.

There are also problems that cannot be solved by healing techniques, detoxification techniques, and various magical techniques—or in other words, the divine techniques mastered by the priest in front of me cannot solve these problems. Then, I'll do it!

He took the child from the hands of the frightened peasant woman and laid it flat on the ground on its back. He pulled it with his left hand, pulled off his shirt, balled it up and stuffed it behind the child's neck. Then he turned around while half-kneeling, and quickly pulled out a dagger from the waist of Brother Raymond who was right behind him!

"What are you going to do!"

"Little Gretel!"

"Stop him!—stop him!"

There were shouts of exclamation from front to back and left and right.

Without raising his head, Gretel placed his left hand on the center of the boy's neck, moved it slightly downward, and stroked it gently.

Well, here's the thyroid cartilage, here's the cricoid cartilage. Although the child is smaller than an adult, has a shorter neck, and does not have an Adam's apple, it is just a matter of positioning, so it is not a problem for him!

He is the deputy chief physician of the emergency department of the First People's Hospital of H Province. He has more than ten years of clinical experience!

Separate your index finger and middle finger, fix the skin on both sides of the cricothyroid membrane, hold the dagger in your right hand, point it vertically downward, and stab it in!

"ah--"

The peasant woman's screams came out together with the blood on the child's neck.

Don't pounce, don't pounce - Gretel stared at the child in front of him, thinking deeply about the feeling of the knife tip, and silently muttered to himself. Don't pounce on me like this, give me a second, really, I only need one second!

He put a little more force on his hands. The tip of the knife sank, stagnating slightly, and then there was a faint feeling of loss in the hand - apparently the dagger pierced the cricothyroid membrane and reached the throat cavity. Wu Zhou pulled out the dagger without hesitation and swung it out.

There was a hissing sound of airflow. Grete's whole body relaxed: the cricothyrotomy was completed, the airway was opened, and the first aid was successful!

This child was successfully pulled back from the edge of suffocation.

As soon as he relaxed like this, he suddenly felt weak and sore all over. A large amount of adrenaline is secreted, high-energy phosphate bonds are hydrolyzed and broken, and a large amount of energy is released like a typhoon passing through, leaving ADP and phosphate everywhere. Grete was very familiar with this feeling. After every emergency rescue in his previous life, he was so tired that he wanted to collapse.

Next... Although there will be more troubles next, at least the child's life has been snatched back from the gate of hell!

As soon as he relaxed, a white light suddenly flashed before his eyes. Before Grete could clearly see what it was, he felt a sudden pain in his chest and fell backwards involuntarily. Gululu rolled several times in a row, from the top of the earth platform to the bottom of the earth platform.

This roll was extremely embarrassing. Not only were there burning pains in my shoulders, legs, elbows and knees, but one of my shoes even fell off. Gretel raised his head blankly with his hands on the ground. The knight who had just been sitting under the priest was standing next to the child with a big sword in his hand, and his left foot had just been retracted.

Is this...kicking me down...?

Just as he was about to ask, he looked to one side and saw the priest bending down and muttering. The light blue priest's robe rippled under the candlelight, and his clear eyes were fixed on the child, without any distractions.

"do not move!"

Gretel shouted. The priest ignored him, his lips moved slightly, and a little white light was about to come out from his fingertips. In a hurry, Grete grabbed the shoes on the ground and threw them with all his strength.

"Snapped!"

The shoes were whipped and flew out, but did not hit the corner of the priest's robe. However, the priest was also alarmed and took a step back. The white light at his fingertips went out silently. The knight beside him had an angry look on his face. He raised his unsheathed sword again and pointed it straight at Gretel:

"you!"

The knight shouted angrily, and on the long table behind him, the warriors brought by the temple jumped to their feet. The fighting power of these people was much stronger than that of the city guards. As soon as they met, Gretel's arms were twisted behind his back and he was pressed hard to the ground.

The knight approached slowly. Gretel had no time to pay attention to him, stretched his neck desperately, crossed the knight's legs and shouted to the priest:

"Don't treat me! Do you want your child to suffocate to death?"

"--What did you say?"

"What did you say!"

The two people said in unison. The priest was confused and the knight asked angrily. Gretel tried his best to raise his head and shouted again:

"His throat is blocked! He has a cut in his neck so he can breathe! If you heal the cut, won't you let him suffocate to death!!!"

The priest was startled. He leaned down and carefully observed the struggling child on the high platform. When he saw the child's face changing from purple to normal, he muttered in a low voice:

"That makes sense.—Let him go!"

The collection has grown so little T_T

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