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

"Wow - it's a healing technique!"

"The healing technique is really released!"

"Little Gretel, you are great!"

There was a low commotion in the hall. Children aged five, six, seven or eight, young adults, farmers and women all rushed in one by one. Gretel's three comrades, the spearman Raymond, the archer Taung, and the shield warrior Vali, had to hold hands and form a half circle to prevent the spectators from crowding into their captain.

Little Pastor John's face was full of excitement, and the freckles on his face were shining one by one. In contrast, the Roman knight's expression turned even more gloomy——

Divine favor can be boasted, but divine magic cannot be faked. If there are real healing arts coming out of his hands, then the young man wearing a burlap waistcoat in front of him must at least have the blessing of the gods.

Priests and priests are at least nominally equal: as Priest Donald said before, "We are all servants of God." Especially if they belong to different gods, no one can control anyone else. It is even more impossible for the temple knights to control the priests.

What a pity that rude pariah boy can no longer cause trouble for him...

He slowly retracted his hand holding the sword. Grete, who had his back turned to him, didn't notice anything. He was only immersed in his own thoughts:

Hippocratic Oath.

From ancient Greece to today, for nearly 2,500 years, generations after generations, tens of millions or even tens of millions of doctors have believed in and followed it.

Health depends on it, and life depends on it.

Since 1991, Chinese medical students, one after another, have recited this oath and entered the door of medicine. From then on, treating illnesses and rescuing people was our bounden duty. When encountering a major disaster, we would wear white armor and march forward fearlessly like a warrior.

The power of faith accumulated year after year is so powerful——

If it is possible, if it is possible, if a trickle of it falls on me, it will be enough for me to gain a foothold in this strange world.

Thank you to Hippocrates, thank you to the senior teachers, thank you to the doctors who have been fighting in the past, present and even in the future...

Gretel's thoughts were wandering. The next moment, he forced himself to come back to his senses and focus on the injured:

The healing skills you finally released must be used on the edge, and must not be wasted!

Abdominal wound sterilization and anti-inflammation!

Achieve the effect of antibiotic flushing! Avoid postoperative infection!

The rectus abdominis heals, the omentum heals, the peritoneum and superficial fascia heal! If you still have some energy left, let the wounds in other places on your body grow as much as possible...

Uh... So, how do I make this healing technique work well and do what I want it to do?

Grete had no idea.

If he is a full-time priest, or even a priest apprentice, during the learning process, a mentor will tell him the method from the beginning. How to guide with the mind, what are the key points that need to be paid attention to, not only teaching but also observing, I have watched it countless times before I released the first healing technique.

The problem is that Gretel is a complete novice when it comes to healing. He claims to be inspired by the God of Nature...

There's nothing you can do about it, just give it a try!

Grete started to think about it. He tried his best to recall everything he had seen during the operation and his understanding of human anatomy from years of clinical experience. Then, outline it carefully in your mind bit by bit...

The divine light flows through the abdomen. Wherever he went, Staphylococcus aureus, Escherichia coli, Pseudomonas aeruginosa...all kinds of germs were eliminated one after another (Grete even made up pictures of these bacteria in his mind);

Under the irradiation of white light, platelets gather in large numbers in large and small injuries, blood coagulates, and the wound is sealed;

Just like when the healing potion was poured on, there were dark red rectus abdominis muscles, light white rectus abdominis sheaths, loose omentum, torn mesentery, and abdominal wounds that he had stitched or had not had time to stitch. , layer by layer, each growing rapidly;

Granulation hyperplasia, blood vessel growth, epithelial cell climbing, and finally, the once injured tissue becomes intact again...

Gretel didn't know how useful this kind of brainstorming was. He just closed his eyes and concentrated on thinking, thinking. Use solid knowledge and the ability to draw from imagination to describe everything that will happen or should happen in the abdominal cavity.

Fortunately, every surgeon is a painter, or at least a soul painter. In daily clinical work, he often draws anatomical diagrams to explain to patients. It was not difficult for Gretel to picture all this in his mind.

He was concentrating on thinking, and in the eyes of others, he was trying to guide the healing technique. The hall fell silent unconsciously. The soldiers and farmers all stopped whispering and even breathed softly.

There were only a few children who were ignorant and fearless, laughing and playing. But he was soon hugged by the peasant woman's rough hands, and she covered her mouth with force.

Everything was quiet. Gretel could only hear the crackling of the torch, and the heavy breathing that was deliberately suppressed from side to side. In the silence, a long voice suddenly sounded:

"puff--"

This sound is really loud, long and distinctive. In the hall, the soldiers surrounding Captain Karen were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter:

"Hahahaha Captain farted!"

"Captain actually farted!"

The soldiers were laughing and laughing. Amid laughter, Gretel opened his eyes and jumped up excitedly. Just like when he performed the first appendicitis surgery as a resident physician and heard the patient's first fart:

"Exhausted!"

He clenched his hands into fists, raised them high, and waved vigorously toward the sky. The operation was successful! Recovering well! His idea—let’s call it just an idea—seems to work!

"Uncle Karen, your intestines have grown!"

Captain Cullen was a little stunned. It wasn't until Gretel said it for the second time that he woke up from a dream and still couldn't believe it:

"Okay?"

"alright!"

"Is it ready now?"

"At least you're starting to work! If you pass gas, it means your intestines have resumed peristalsis. Uncle Karen, you can eat!"

"Very good!"

Captain Cullen was excited, the soldiers were excited, and Captain Cullen's former comrade, the farmer Uncle Edmund, was even more excited than them. As soon as Grete announced that he could eat, he immediately turned around and greeted:

"Boys! Bring the food quickly! Good wine, good food, big chunks of mutton, all here!"

Khan... say less. Grete jumped up in a hurry to stop him: "No! He can only drink some milk! At most, gruel! He can't eat anything else!"

"What? Didn't you say it's already grown?"

"The newly grown area cannot withstand the torment..."

There were sounds of greetings, obstructions, explanations, and it was a chaotic mess. Amid the commotion, the Roman knight crossed his arms and looked at Gretel coldly, his eyes cold.

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Health depends on it, and life depends on it.

Tribute to all medical workers.

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