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

White light falls from the fingertips.

The tendons that were broken into two parts squirmed and moved forward a little bit, as if they wanted to grow together. Gretel watched intently, secretly happy.

Suturing has always been one of the difficulties in tendon surgery. The needles should be denser and sparser, and the threads should be looser and tighter, all of which will affect the healing effect.

Not to mention 4-0 or 5-0, the smallest to 10-0 sutures must have sufficient tensile strength;

For a curved needle with a diameter of 100μ, the tip must be at an acute angle of 23 degrees, no more or less;

The needle body must be bent into a perfect arc, but the cross-section must be square to facilitate the needle holder to hold it;

The material used for the looper must have sufficient strength and toughness, and cannot be bent or deformed...

With the level of industry in this world, Gretel didn't think they would be able to build it in another ten years.

But now there is a cure! No more sewing! There is no need to wear microscopes, and it will take six or eight stitches to sew a blood vessel with a diameter of 1 mm!

Although the sewing skills he had practiced hard on grapefruits, oranges, and grapes since college seemed to be useless, it was so cool!

Under the white light, the tendons grow inward little by little. One strand, two strands...

Stopped.

No, the treatment amount is not enough? When I was doing simulated surgeries before, whether it was a pig or a sheep, it was easy to heal tendons!

Gretel stopped and thought for a moment, guessing that the knight's vitality was stronger and the tendons needed more energy to heal. Well, let’s do it again!

The white light falls and the tendons grow...

Stopped again.

I still want to continue the treatment, but I already feel a little dizzy and my temples are throbbing with pain. Gretel has been very familiar with this state since becoming a mage apprentice: her mental power has been exhausted to the limit, and she can no longer cast spells...

Alas, low level is sad. Even a minor operation such as tendon suturing, one person cannot play the entire game...

Gretel gave a decisive look. The chief surgeon does the most critical work and leaves everything else to the assistant. Bald Bishop! It's time to take the field!

The bishop is really powerful when he takes action. A very thin, very solid white light fell, and in a moment, the broken tendons had recovered as before, without any defects.

Grete pulled it with the hook, and then pulled it again. The muscles were stretched, and the tendons were firmly connected to the muscles and bones, without any intention of breaking.

"How about it?"

Several voices asked at the same time. Grete observed it carefully again, raised his head and smiled:

"It should be fine. Pour the holy water! Rinse it from top to bottom!"

Sigh... Although there is no normal saline rinse, antibiotic rinse, heparin saline rinse or anything like that, we have holy water rinse, so it's better than nothing...

The advantage of working with the temple is that there are enough holy water pipes. Large pots of holy water were poured up, and then flowed to the ground. Gretel took a final look, confirmed that no small blood vessels were bleeding, and straightened up:

"Very good, the operation was successful! - Do you know everything?"

"No -" a neat, confident voice. Outside the operating table, there was a circle of people standing on tables and benches, each shouting louder than the other.

"No..." A low and trembling voice. Around the operating table, the priests and knights who had been selected to become assistants all lowered their heads and avoided Grete's gaze.

"I know how to pull the hook..."

Behind Grete, someone who didn't know who he was, muttered very quietly.

Gretel rolled his eyes. You are very proud to know how to pull a hook, right? Better than others, right? Another day there will be an opportunity for you to hold the threaded iron rod in the wounded body and wait for the fire brigade to put on the saw! Don't move yet!

Opposite him, the bald bishop who served as first aid glared at him hard. In the pair of eyes that resemble both Lu Zhishen and Zhang Fei, the left eye says: No! On the right eye is written: You said I would teach you how to teach!

Gretel couldn't help but laugh. He gave a "be patient" look and continued to give orders:

"Let go of the hook! Let go! Let go of what's in your hand, let go, let go! Okay, healing technique, heal the skin!"

The white light fell again. This time, what appeared in front of everyone was smooth and flawless skin without any wounds.

Apart from all the hair being shaved off, it looks much cleaner than the other hand, with no trace of the surgery at all.

Grete nodded with satisfaction. It's good to have treatment. Post-operative infection, poor healing, poor blood supply, etc., don't seem to need to be considered. He loosened the tourniquet with his own hands, observed the blood perfusion, and woke up from anesthesia... No, this is not the job of an anesthesiologist!

"Unlock the magic of imprisonment!"

Gretel's clear voice sounded. The white light quickly disappeared, and Knight Barron turned over and sat up, jumping off the operating table.

Wow...this is much faster than waking up from anesthesia! I don’t know if it hurts when the wrist is cut, or if there are any other feelings... Remember to ask him later. Gretel was always afraid that the volunteers recruited by the bald bishop would not be reliable. You are too pious. If you are in pain but refuse to tell me, it will delay important events!

Grete thought quickly. Knight Barron jumped off the operating table and immediately bent his wrist hard.

active!

Can use force!

"I'm ready!"

Barron Knight roared. At that moment, Gretel even felt the hall trembling, the roof tiles shaking, and dust falling...

What was even more frightening was that the Knight of Barron, who had just roared, turned around and hugged him. Grete took a step back reflexively: "Wait! Wait wait! - Let me see if your hands can be strong! Do a...muscle...strength...test..."

Grete's voice grew louder and quieter, then slowly disappeared. Knight Barron looked both ways, then held the lower edge of the operating table with his right hand, his arm muscles flexed, and he lifted it hard!

...didn’t move.

The operating table is built on the ground...

Grete looked embarrassed. However, Knight Barron's expression remained unchanged. He stretched out his hand to grab a curved hook, held it tightly with his left hand, grabbed the curved part with his right hand, and pulled hard!

"Hey hey hey hey hey!"

Amidst the crunching sound of metal deforming, Gretel's carefully drawn and specially made hook made Knight Barron straighten it...

"No, this is mine..."

He looked at Knight Barron, who looked at him with innocence on his face. After a moment, the knight dropped the hook, rushed up and hugged Gretel hard, with tears flying:

"I'm fine! My hand is fine! My hand is fine..."

Gretel tried to turn his head to avoid the sound. Suddenly, his body felt light and he was thrown high into the air. Knight Barron, Knight Flynn, Knight Ciro, and a group of familiar temple knights were all busy below to catch him, catch him once, throw him once, catch him again, throw him again...

"Put me down! Put me down! Don't throw me here! There are scalpels here, help -"

In the temple, Grete's screams continued continuously, with a long aftertaste.

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