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

Tension pneumothorax refers to the rupture of a large air bubble, or a large and deep lung laceration or bronchial rupture. The crack communicates with the pleural cavity and forms a one-way valve, also known as high-pressure pneumothorax.

After the formation of tension pneumothorax, the intrapleural pressure decreases during inhalation, the valve opens, and gas enters the pleural cavity; during expiration, the intrapleural pressure increases, the valve closes, and gas cannot be discharged from the pleural cavity.

The more you breathe, the higher the pressure in the pleural cavity becomes, tightly compressing the lungs. In the end, the lungs were completely compressed and could not be opened...

No matter how hard the patient tried to breathe, he could not take a breath.

This is one of the most fatal emergencies. Except for a knife on the carotid artery, or a ruptured aorta somewhere in the chest and abdomen, internal bleeding from other organs will not kill you as quickly.

Death from suffocation only occurs in an instant.

Priest?

The Temple of the God of War is indeed next to the military camp. It only takes 5 minutes at most to run there and back. However, the patient lying on the ground could not wait for five minutes!

"50ml syringe!"

Gretel shouted.

no response.

No one handed him anything. No syringes, no needles, no drains…

No one knows what he wants, no one knows why he does this, no one even knows what the injured person's performance means.

This is another world, not their hospital, not the emergency department where he has worked for more than ten years.

Grete looked up and around. There were anxious faces all around, staring at the patient, looking at the temple not far away, looking forward to the priest flying over. There are even people who are trying to tear down the door panels, use big shields, and want to lift the injured and take them to the temple...

By the time you get the person there, he will be dead!

Grete was anxious. He struggled to stand in front of the injured, opened one arm, and stretched the other arm forward to pull Flynn Knight:

"I'm a healer! I can save him! Captain, help me!"

"Can you save him?"

Flynn Knight's steps immediately stopped. Grete nodded vigorously:

"He's dying! I can save him! I need something, captain, help me!"

Flynn Knight hesitated.

Grete had understood the healing technique. He had just heard about it from Captain Cullen; but no matter how much he trusted Cullen, hearing about it was nothing compared to seeing it with his own eyes.

Besides, they have been able to see clearly the healing techniques of the God of War Temple for decades.

"you……"

"Look at his face! His face is purple, he can't breathe, he's dying! I can help him buy time! Wait until the priest comes!"

His tone became increasingly urgent. Flynn Knight stopped, stared at the injured on the ground, and looked at Gretel.

This boy is telling the truth.

Intuition told Flynn Knight so. However, the healing technique he just learned, and the 50-50 thing he mentioned-are they really useful?

"Captain believes him!"

Karen pushed through the crowd. At the same time, the injured's struggles became more and more urgent and powerless.

Flynn Knight made up his mind instantly.

"what would you like?"

"Needle! Thick, hollow needle!" Gretel answered without hesitation. It was his fault just now. Obviously no one could understand this damn place saying "50ml syringe". Maybe, they didn't even have the concept of milliliters. Then the needle will do the trick! Hollow thick needle!

He got a shake of the head. Grete is not discouraged:

"Then just thin steel pipes! No? Iron? Copper? Any hard pipe will do! It's as thick as your little finger!"

"Yes!"

Someone finally reacted and ran away. After a moment, he turned back and handed Grete a very familiar stick that he had just used the day before yesterday——

Chicken legs and bones.

Gretel: "..."

Have I been involved in chicken bones these past two days?

The key is that the day before yesterday was a cricothyroidotomy. He was holding a chicken bone and he could poke it in directly; today it was a thoracentesis and decompression. There was no syringe or needle, and he was holding a chicken bone that was dozens of times thicker than the needle. , want him to poke it in the chest?

You think I am superman!

Grete roared inwardly. There is nothing you want, and this surgery is nothing. I hope the priests from the temple can come quickly, otherwise he won’t even be able to suppress the infection——

"Give me the dagger! Quick!"

Grete stabbed out the midclavicular line on the right side, in the second intercostal space, without hesitation. Stab...stab...can't get in!

Are the warriors, or knights, of this world so physically strong?

"Someone help me!" Gretel shouted. He measured it with his little finger:

"As long as...so deep! Pierce it in! Pull it out, and then insert the chicken leg bone inside!"

"I come!"

Knight Flynn took the dagger without hesitation.

The knife goes in, the knife comes out, and the chicken leg bone is inserted. Huge pressure instantly erupted from the center of the leg bone with a hissing sound.

Success!

Grete's whole body relaxed. He knelt on one knee beside the injured man, watching his breathing and listening to the sound of airflow in the chicken bones. Put your thumb on the top of the chicken leg bone, sometimes pressing it tightly and sometimes letting it go.

——After thoracic decompression, an external one-way valve device should be connected so that high-pressure gas in the thoracic cavity can be easily discharged and external air cannot easily enter the thoracic cavity. In emergencies, older doctors used surgical gloves, soft plastic bags or balloons to cut a small opening and put it on the needle handle to replace the valve.

Gretel didn't even have surgical gloves, so he could only use his thumbs to push up, and he mastered the rhythm on the spot...

As he moved, the bulge on the injured man's right chest gradually subsided, and his expression softened a lot unconsciously. Anyone can see that this life has been pulled back from the gate of hell.

"Rescued?"

"Rescued!"

"It seems like I've really been saved!"

"I remember that old Xie Ke also died in this way. His ribs were broken by a hammer, and he died within a short time. The priest hadn't even arrived yet..."

The onlookers were talking a lot. Flynn Knight's eyes looked at Gretel much softer, and he took the initiative to ask him:

"Little Grete, what should we do next?"

Next? Insert drainage tubes, perform closed chest drainage, take X-rays, straighten the ribs, and if you are unlucky, you need to open the chest to repair the lungs...

But now it’s useless. I can’t do any of these jobs...

Gretel rolled his eyes inwardly. Well, if in modern times, the emergency department is too busy, just leave it to cardiothoracic surgery; now in another world, then... call a priest?

A large number of chaotic footsteps finally sounded. Gretel's eyes were slightly sideways, and the surrounding area had become shorter. Everyone saluted and bowed their heads:

"Your Majesty Bishop."

"Your Majesty Bishop——"

Gretel turned his head and looked curiously. As for the salute, since he was kneeling next to the injured person now, he was already half shorter, so he didn't need to bother with it again.

Surrounded in the middle was a muscular middle-aged man, with big shoulders and a round waist, and a big, shiny head. If you remove the Western features of the high nose and deep eyes, just this bald head, some people would believe it was Lu Zhishen.

There is also a shield embroidered on the chest of the white robe, but it is not dark brown, but outlined with brilliant silver thread. On the shield, there is a war hammer, a scepter, and a cross.

No other accessories. Only Shabo held a scepter in his big fist, with a few gems inlaid on the top, indicating the noble status of the bishop.

Surrounding the bishop, there were seven or eight priests, tall and short, all of them muscular men who looked more like warriors than clergymen. The young priest John whom Gretel knew was also among them. He was the youngest and the smallest in diameter, so he could only be a priest's apprentice.

A group of people gathered around the bishop and came to the injured person. The bald bishop first looked at the injured, and the second time he looked at Grete and the chicken bones in Grete's hand. Observe for a moment and smile slightly:

"Child, I'm here, you and your -" pointing to the chicken bones, "the responsibility can end."

Gretel smiled back. His tone was courteous, but also calm, firm, and without thinking:

"You should treat it first. I will pull it out when the time is right."