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

"He can survive!"

Gretel's voice rose high. At the same time, Little John was running out to get saline solution, and these words were transmitted directly to the hall outside through the open door.

"What, can you really live?!"

"Very good!"

The hall was already crowded with a large group of people. The two men who brought the injured, the injured's wife, children, brothers, and the family of the child whom the injured rescued... The adults cried, the children screamed, and there was a quarrel. Pharmacist Ringe tried desperately to maintain order, but to no avail. He only worked himself up to the point of sweating profusely.

As soon as Little John opened the door, a dozen pairs of eyes looked over at the same time. When Gretel shouted "He can survive" again, everyone was pleasantly surprised and there was a sensation. The two people who were close rushed in and ran inside:

"Really? Really? How are you now? Are you okay?"

"-Don't let them in!"

Gretel screamed. This is the operating room! How could the patient's family members just come in?

No more sterility principles in the operating room!

Little John quickly stopped and stretched out his arms to block the two people. Unfortunately, he was just a trainee priest. His small body could stop him here, but he couldn't stop him there. He was rushed backwards by the two men at full speed.

He had no choice but to grab someone's clothes with one hand, raise his voice, and struggle to shout:

"Don't go in! Don't go in! The treatment hasn't been completed yet!"

Grete knew something was wrong when he heard this voice. He was agitated, and it was only then that he realized what he had overlooked:

This is not a previous life!

It's not like he was in the hospital before, with people coming and going in the emergency department, security guards patrolling back and forth, and the operating room having many checkpoints!

From top to bottom, there are six people here including him!

All five doctors (priests) entered the operating room, and only one pharmacist was left outside. He couldn't beat anyone, and he couldn't yell!

He should at least get another security guard!

"Don't come in!"

Gretel had his back to the operating room door, unable to get away, so he could only shout at a higher volume. Little John struggled hard on his own, retreating step by step. Seeing that he had already retreated past the door frame of the operating room, Pastor Patrick suddenly stepped forward and spread his arms——

"go out!"

"go out!"

This God of War priest has been stuck at the fourth level for several years. Instead, he has reached the warrior level and has broken through the fifth level in one go. This move was completely overwhelming. He threw people out one by one with each hand, blocked the door and shouted:

"No entry! Do you hear me! If you break in again, you will throw the wounded out together and we will die!"

This loud voice sounded like the bald bishop, and the whole two-story building buzzed with his roar. After shouting in one breath, he slammed the door with a bang:

"Did you hear that? No one is allowed in!"

This roar finally shook the place. Grete was able to continue the operation in peace, and while stroking his intestines, he explained to the priests:

"When you encounter a seriously injured patient, especially if there is more than one injury on the whole body, and everything looks urgent, there is a certain order of treatment. In short, wherever the patient dies faster, treat it first..."

"To put it simply, we first look at the heartbeat and breathing. If these two are missing, the person will die within three minutes;

Next, look at the abdomen. If the internal organs are bleeding profusely, death will be faster, only a little slower than the heartbeat and breathing;

Next is the spine, head, pelvis, arteries, and nerves. If treated in this order, the probability of death is the lowest..."

The four pastors all pricked up their ears, listened hard, and memorized hard. Patrick suddenly asked:

"I have treated someone who was trampled by a horse before... There was no bleeding anymore and the person could stand up, but then he suddenly fell down and died. Did... I didn't pay attention to the internal bleeding?"

That person... is his neighbor, his colleague. In that battle three years ago, when the man entered the battlefield, he pushed him away with all his strength, but he himself fell under the horse's hooves. Back then, he exhausted all his healing skills and finally stopped the other party's bleeding, but he still watched him die...

From that day on, the hierarchy of priests was not allowed to advance even to this day.

Huh? Very savvy! Grete glanced at him appreciatively. However, when faced with his question, she didn't even think about it and just shook her head:

"I can't say without seeing the patient. It's possible to have internal organs, brain damage, or even more secretive situations. When you encounter this kind of patient, you can only be said to be unlucky. It's not that you haven't done anything well. .”

In their previous life, they had an old man in the hospital who came in sideways and went out vertically. The patient was satisfied and the family felt at ease. The uncle walked to the payment window to pay. Then before he could reach the queue, he fell down and died...

died……

The final diagnosis was aortic dissection. Where can I go to reason with you? That old man was admitted to the hospital with a broken thigh!

Patrick mused. Grete let him go in a daze, and he worked through the intestines section by section, repairing the damage, pouring saline to flush, and checking for active bleeding. All finished, I wiped my sweat:

"Joanna, go and send a message to the teacher - tell him that he can come later and bring me the oak stick first."

"Patrick, stand in Joanna's position and watch the patient's heartbeat and breathing. If you have any questions, call me at any time!"

"Ai Wen, prepare to close the abdomen. ...Save a little, use the treatment for minor injuries first, and follow my instructions. The abdomen must be closed layer by layer, from the inside out, don't throw healing techniques indiscriminately. Come on, Let’s close this layer first, which is this sparse membrane..."

"What will happen if you just throw the healing spell?"

Patrick asked suddenly. Grete stared at the slowly healing omentum and answered casually:

"The seams are not aligned properly, the inner layer cannot grow, the inner and outer layers stick together diagonally, or the intestines stick together...or the intestines leak into the cracks from the wrong seam...all kinds of troubles. Who knows what may happen."

Patrick shut up silently and watched Grete's hands flying, using the mage's hands to pull the muscles and skin of the injured, closing them layer by layer, and then shouted to Alvin to use the healing technique. While pulling and explaining:

"This is the peritoneum...this is the extraperitoneal fascia, transversalis fascia, and rectus abdominis sheath...we cut along the linea alba. Otherwise, we would see the posterior layer of the rectus abdominis sheath, the rectus abdominis muscle, the rectus abdominis sheath... The anterior layer of the muscle sheath..."

The abdomen was closed here, and on the other side, Joanna's goshawk gave a clear cry, folded its wings, and flew down to the window sill with an oak staff in hand. There was a beeping sound on the window lattice, and Grete looked up and was immediately overjoyed:

"We're here! Bring it in quickly!"

The teacher’s oak cane!

A light source that detects magic!

The radioactive source of X-rays!

Just when he had finished treating the abdominal injury and was about to start treating the two legs, the things arrived!

"Come on, come on, help this man up and let him lie on his side!" Grete gave orders like a barrage:

"Put the oak staff behind your back, let me take a look at the bones first - you all also enter the meditation field, take a look at it clearly -

Well, the skull is fine, the cervical spine is normal, the spine is normal, the ribs are not broken, and there is nothing wrong with the pelvis. Thank God, great!

Okay, let’s lay him flat, and let me see how the two legs are broken, so that it can be easily reattached——”

In the slightly darkened meditation field of vision, there are 206 bones from head to toe. Those things that I had to memorize a month ago were clearly visible under the white light at this moment.

"So he looks like this..."

Priest Donald, who was pampered and had never broken his arms or legs with his own hands, muttered to himself.

"No wonder you need to find a teacher..." Joanna clenched her palms. There was only one level left, and her oak staff could still be used without having to travel thousands of miles to ask for help from the elders.

"So...that's it..." Patrick stared at the bones in his meditation field of vision, unwilling to blink at all. If only I had known it earlier, if I had been able to see it earlier...

Old Walter, Carl, Ron, your legs...

Is it possible to stop being lame?

"Hey! Don't be in a daze!" A drop of water passed over his face. When Patrick came back to his senses, he saw the translucent mage's hand slowly fade away, but it was Gretel who shook his face with water droplets:

"Come to your senses! Help me carry my thighs!"

A high-level warrior!

The perfect coolie!

I want you to come here because I want you to help carry my thighs!

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