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

The two knights hurriedly said their goodbyes and left. Grete spent another day copying books the next day and returned home in the evening. Sure enough, as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Knight Flynn and Knight Ciro, who had been here yesterday, waiting at the door with an unshaven middle-aged man.

In addition to the three of them, there was also an unexpected visitor, lingering at the door with a stubborn and playful smile. Grete didn't even get close, but he saw the bright head of the man, which was particularly eye-catching:

"Your Majesty Bishop?"

"Ah, little Grete, you're back!" the bald bishop said in a carefree and nonchalant manner. Following a quick copy, he dragged someone out from between the two knights:

"You want to treat his injuries?"

Grete: "..." Can you tell me who that person is first?

He stepped forward to say hello and asked the two knights with his eyes. As soon as I got closer, I smelled a very familiar odor coming from the middle-aged man.

This taste is so familiar... Gretel's nose twitched and he was suddenly startled:

"You smoke?"

Is there tobacco in this world?

Has the great voyage begun?

Rubber, quinine, coffee, cocoa, and the coca that doctors love to hate, have all these things been passed on?

There are also three artifacts of high yield: corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes. Are these things also passed on?

Gretel struggled to bring his thoughts back. He opened the door to his home and invited people inside. The bald bishop stepped in unceremoniously, and the three knights followed bitterly, asking as they walked:

"Master Bishop, what are you doing here..."

"Have I treated this injury before? Now Little Gretel says it might be curable, so of course I want to come and have a look!"

"Do you really believe he can cure it?"

"Hey, Little Grete's method is different from others. He said it can be cured, so let me come and take a look?"

After Knight Barron injured his wrist, he sought medical treatment from time to time, and even made a large donation to the Temple of the God of War. However, after applying the healing technique again and again, the bald bishop could only tell the other party: The tendon in his hand was broken and there was nothing he could do.

Seeing the knight go away sadly, unable to draw his bow again, the bald bishop felt uncomfortable. So as soon as he heard that it was possible to cure it, even though it was not good to inquire about other people's secrets, he shamelessly squeezed in.

Five people swarmed in - three of them were knights, and one was even taller than a knight - and the twenty-square-meter cabin was about to burst. To make matters worse, there were only two chairs in the hut, and one of them had a broken leg...

Grete looked left and right. For diagnosis and treatment, he could only ask the patient to sit on the intact chair. He carefully sat on the chair with broken legs. As for the others, they had no choice but to dismiss the matter with an apologetic smile. They sat on the bed and stood as they pleased. Gretel gathered his thoughts and began to ask:

"Knight of Barron?"

"I am."

"You...injured your wrist three years ago? What's the situation now?"

"Yes...I hurt my right wrist..."

Grete asked while quietly sizing up the other person. Judging from appearance alone, Barron is seven or eight years older than the other two knights, with a vicissitudes of appearance, unshaven beard, and a dusty look on his face. His face was dark and his eyes were baggy. Only when Grete asked his name, he raised his eyes and could see a little light inside.

Looking at the torso again, although Knight Barron has been injured for three years, his figure is still strong and his belly is not bulging. The biceps of his left arm bulged high, and the muscles of his right arm were visibly relaxed.

Well...the patient has been exercising and has a strong desire to recover. Grete, the former emergency physician, Nordmark made a mental note silently and stretched out his hand:

"Show me your right hand."

Knight Barron obediently stretched out his hand, palm up, flat on the table. Grete lowered his head to take a closer look with the help of an oil lamp. There was a knife edge lying on the veins of his right wrist. It was flesh-red and raised on the skin like an earthworm. The bald bishop immediately stretched out his bear paw, and just as he was about to point at the wound and describe it, Grete was already relieved:

"How does your wrist feel? Can't you bend it inward? Can you stretch it out?"

"how do you know?"

Knight Barron glanced aside subconsciously. Knight Flynn on the left, Knight Ciro on the right, denied at the same time:

"We didn't tell him!"

Grete pursed her lips. He wanted to continue asking, but the bald bishop turned his hand and put it between him and the patient, as if he would not give up until he got the answer:

"how do you know!"

Gretel rolled his eyes. He slashed the bald bishop with his eye knife for a while, but unfortunately he couldn't stand it and had no choice but to retreat. Taking a breath, he pointed at Knight Barron’s wrist and explained:

"It's so obvious! He injured the inside of his wrist, not the outside. The tendons on the inside are responsible for bending the wrist inward. If the outside is not injured, it must be able to extend outward!"

"Ah...oh." The bald bishop shrank his hand: "Then where exactly was it injured? Why couldn't I heal it at the time?"

Grete shook off sweat. Which tendon was injured - how would he know without a physical examination! But no matter what, as long as it’s not the right hand...

The tendon in his hand was injured, so it was not impossible for Grete to perform this kind of surgery. The problem is that current surgical instruments are too crude...

He glared away at the bald bishop, concentrated his energy, and began to examine the Knight of Barron. In a small room of twenty square meters, several knights gathered together, even breathing was suppressed. Under the light, Gretel's clear instructions sounded out:

"Come on, bend your wrist."

"Wrists straight."

“Reach Out.”

"Pull in."

"Bend your elbows."

"The arm rotates forward, yes, that's it."

"Bend your thumb, okay, straighten it...index finger...middle finger..."

Flex, stretch, turn, press. Grete checked carefully, and Knight Barron also cooperated very well. The only headache is that the bald bishop is standing next to him. Every time he checks an item, he will ask: "Why do you do this? What is the result?"

Finally looking forward to the inspection being completed. Grete breathed a sigh of relief and concluded confidently:

"Rupture of the flexor carpi radialis tendon."

"Wha...what?"

glance right and left. Directly across from him, the three knights looked at Gretel blankly. The bald bishop's big head stretched out again and asked a barrage of questions:

"What's broken? You just made him turn this way and that. What on earth were you doing? - Is it cured well?"

So many questions...

Gretel was so noisy that his head was as big as the two. He finally couldn't bear it anymore, slapped the table and suddenly burst out:

"I'll tell you slowly later, OK! No! OK!"

There are more than a dozen tendons, from systemic anatomy to local anatomy, and then to how to conduct physical examination and diagnosis, which can at least be taught in one class! Can we take care of the patient first!

The bald bishop was stunned by his spray and stared at Gretel, as if he couldn't believe that this child could explode with such force. Blinking his eyes, it took him a while to react, and he replied blankly:

"Ah...oh..."

He shrank back. Knight Barron looked at his wrist and asked cautiously: "Can it be cured?"

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