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

In full view of everyone, the bald bishop struggled to pull the hook. His body fell back and his head stretched forward, trying to see Gretel's every move clearly, so that his whole body bent into a "C" shape. Knight Ciro couldn't see it, and just stepped forward to take the hook when he heard Gretel shout:

"Give me a few thin needles! A toothpick will do too!"

Gretel separated each muscle in the lamb leg and inserted toothpicks between the muscles to mark them. Then he called everyone to see: "Sir Barron, look, there are many muscles here. In your arm, one of the tendons is broken——"

As he spoke, he turned over the blade and raised it. With a "pop" sound, the tendon ruptured, and the entire muscle rebounded upward on the spot. The silver-white tendon retracted into the muscle group and disappeared.

"Then, we have to find it again now..."

Grete tilted his head, spread his hands, and pointed at the leg of lamb. That meaning is quite clear:

Just dig it out.

Barron Knight: "..."

Flynn Knight and Ciro Knight: "..."

The bald bishop came over and looked up and down. After looking at it for a long time, he rolled up his sleeves and pushed them along Grete's separated muscles. After struggling for a long time, his hands were all bloody, but he actually found the muscle that was shrinking, pinched it with two fingers, and pulled it out——

"Hey!" It slipped!

"Hey!" It slipped again!

The third time, the bald bishop learned his lesson and dug hard at the muscle strips with two fingernails. The veins on his wrists exploded and there was a stinging sound——

He dug a hole into the good lamb leg meat.

"Hey, hey, don't, don't, don't!"

Gretel couldn't stand it any longer: "Your Majesty Bishop, you can't use brute force here, you have to have handy tools... Someone, some tissue tweezers... No, do you have tweezers? No? Get two narrow flat iron bars, Get more hooks!"

"Go get it!"

The bald bishop and several knights issued orders at the same time. There was a sudden rush in the kitchen, and during half a cup of tea, the things Grete wanted were delivered one after another. Although the long iron bars were uneven and the hooks were found by the two knights, Gretel thought about it for a long time and had no choice but to accept his fate:

So be it……

He carefully pushed aside the muscle strips, pulled it with a hook, and asked the two knights to pull it away to both sides. Find the ruptured tendon from the depths, clamp it tightly with two narrow flat iron bars, and call to the Knight of Barron:

"Pull! Pull back!"

"Hey--"

Knight Barron raised his left arm and pulled hard. The mutton leg made a squeaking sound as he stretched it inch by inch, and finally no holes were made in the meat strips again. Seeing the ruptured tendon and the other end coming together, Gretel immediately gave the order:

"Okay! Right here, hold still, don't move! - Lord Bishop, please use a healing spell to connect the two sides of the tendon!"

White light falls. A group of people gathered together to take a look. Sure enough, the tendons that had been cut by the scalpel had grown back together again!

“So this is how it’s cured!”

"You can still see it clearly this way! Old Barron, look, your tetsuji can also be connected like this!"

"Little Gretel, you are so awesome!"

The knights tutted in admiration. The bald bishop simply worked hard and cured the sheep. As soon as the magic of confinement was released, the sheep was lowered to the ground and ran away.

...a little bit limping.

"Little Grete, why are you still lame?"

"That's why I said I should have something handy!"

"what do you need?"

The bald bishop asked in a deep voice. Gretel's eyes lit up.

The set of surgical instruments given to him by Necromancer Lin En was better than nothing. The radian of the blade is wavy, the surgical scissors are so dull that they can only cut flower branches, there is only one retractor, and a vascular forceps? What is a vascular clamp?

In terms of type and level of sophistication, Grete has a background in 21st century experience, so he really doesn’t like it.

But if he was asked to find someone to build it himself, Gretel weighed his wallet and felt guilty.

I originally thought about saving money piece by piece, but now, the temple took the initiative to speak——

The temple is rich!

The waist is thick!

Beat the local tyrants and divide them with scalpels! Don't be polite to rich people!

"I can't explain it in a sentence or two." He looked at the bald bishop expectantly, "Why don't you go home first and I can draw it for you to see?"

After about a meal, the bald bishop looked at a large piece of paper filled with drawings and densely labeled various surgical instruments, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"What is this?"

"The handle of a scalpel."

"this?"

"Round blades. These are curved blades, triangular blades, large, medium and small..."

"what about this?"

"Vascular forceps."

"Why did you draw two identical ones!"

"Oh, this is not a vascular forceps, but a needle holder. These are fine tissue forceps, large flat forceps, small flat forceps. These are mosquito forceps, these are pointed mosquito forceps. These are serrated scissors, curved oblique scissors, straight Shaped oblique scissors, this is a big bend, a medium bend, a small bend...

By the way, mosquito forceps, pointed mosquito forceps, fine tissue forceps and blood vessel forceps are relatively small, and the blacksmith's hands are rough, so it is best to find a jewelry maker to make them. "

"This, so much?!"

The bald bishop was speechless. Gretel sighed: "This is just what is urgently needed at the moment. It's still early to get everything ready..."

During that operation, the trolley that the instrument nurse pushed over contained a dazzling array of dozens of instruments, and it would have been impossible to operate the operation.

There is zero sense of security.

Knight Barron looked at the pattern on the paper, then at the injury on his wrist, and then slowly lowered his head. The expression on his face was changing, bright for a while, dim for a while, and finally, he clenched his fist tightly.

"I……"

Gretel kept paying attention to his expression. He had seen this kind of entanglement, hesitation, and finally making up his mind countless times in his previous life:

Those families who are strapped for money always wander in the emergency room, at the payment window, and in the lobby when they decide whether to sell the iron, whether to go bankrupt, and whether to fight for the possibility of cure.

He couldn't control much at that time. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, there are dozens or hundreds of patients a day, and there are always a few of them who are in financial difficulty. But this time, he could finally take charge.

Gretel pressed Barron Knight's shoulders in time. He raised his head, smiled brightly at the bald bishop, and said in a determined tone:

"Master Bishop, can you please make a set of these instruments? - After finishing, I will bring Knight Barron to the temple to complete the treatment. I can also write out these pictures and the entire treatment process in detail. ——”

The bald bishop's brows slowly relaxed. He shook his head deliberately:

"That's all?"

"Isn't this enough?" Gretel was full of confidence. "Master Bishop, there are many warriors among the believers in the Temple of the God of War, right? How many of them have old injuries that cannot be healed? I don't know them, but you know them, right?"

The bald bishop nodded slightly. Indeed, he knew about a dozen high-level warriors who had regretfully retired due to old injuries——

"A lot of these warriors are rich, right? Guess, if they knew that their old injuries could be cured and they could go back to the battlefield, what would they be willing to do for the temple? - Other temples can't cure it, only the God of War Temple can! "

"You mean, there is only the Temple of the God of War?" The bald bishop was moved. Grete spread his hands:

"Anyway, I don't want to teach the Spring Water Temple..."

As for the Church of the God of Nature, well, the identity of this divine enlightener is fake, and it is too late to hide away.

The bald bishop lowered his head and pondered. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this proposal was feasible. He looked at Gretel and laughed:

"You brat! Just teach us how to treat it, and you plan to earn a set of knives for free?"

"Just say it's okay..." Gretel snickered. The bald bishop slapped him on the shoulder:

"Can I say no?"

"Ouch - don't hit me. If it's broken, no one will do the surgery!"

Fight the rich!

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