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

Chapter 6 Do I know how to heal? ...Slow down, I haven't taken out the stitches yet!

Can you survive?

Gretel was startled. Immediately, more memories belonging to the original person flooded into his mind:

"I" knelt in front of the man's body and cried bitterly. Uncle Karen knelt beside him and hugged his shoulders tightly: "Little Grete, don't be afraid! Uncle will take care of you and won't let anyone bully you!"

"Myself" held the short wooden sword and swung it vigorously. Uncle Karen stood on the opposite side holding the sword and said in a stern voice: "Wrong posture! Do it again!"

"I" was huddled in the hut, chewing unpalatable black bread. Uncle Karen opened the door and came in, dragged herself away: "Little Gretel! Come to uncle's house! Your Aunt Eileen has stewed the broth!"

...That's Uncle Karen, who has been taking care of me since my father died in the war...

Gretel cast his gaze on Uncle Karen's pale face and was speechless for a moment. He subconsciously clasped his hands in front of his chest in a posture that looked like a prayer, but also like a gesture to avoid contaminating his hands again before starting the operation:

"...I don't know." He said softly: "I don't know..."

The operation was indeed completed. The injured, Uncle Karen, is also temporarily out of danger. However, this does not mean to sit back and relax. There are still too many subsequent troubles for the injured.

The wound was just hastily sutured with twine, no antibiotics, no blood transfusion. Not to mention, he didn't even wash his hands before he reached in and pinched the injured person's liver...

Except for the healed liver, the entire operation could only be regarded as a small scene in Wu Zhou's opinion. If in their hospital, except for the most dangerous rescue of liver rupture, he would not need to take action at all, and an attending doctor would be able to handle it smoothly.

There are also few postoperative risks. You will be hospitalized for a few days for observation, and just use antibiotics to suppress it. There is no need for an ICU to clean up the mess.

But now, infection and blood loss alone can give the injured a narrow escape.

Even after passing these two levels, there are still intestinal adhesions, intestinal volvulus, nausea and vomiting, hiccups, abdominal distension and urinary retention...a series of various complications...

Either way, if you are unlucky, it can kill the injured person.

And he... couldn't help it.

There are no antibiotics, no drainage strips, no X-rays, B-ultrasounds, CTs, various tests, and no targeted drugs. Uncle Karen really had some complications, and as a doctor, he was helpless.

Seeing his delay in answering, everyone present looked ugly. Uncle Karen's nephew, Brother Raymond, was particularly anxious. He took a step forward and reached out to grab Wu Zhou's shoulder:

"Don't you know? Little Gretel, is there nothing you can do?"

This pleading and anxious tone was exactly the same as that of the patients' family members that Wu Zhou was used to seeing in the emergency room. Gretel slowly shook his head:

"If possible, I also hope he gets well soon -"

The words have not yet finished. A ray of clean white light shot out from Gretel's closed palms and fell straight into the injured man's abdomen.

Under the white light, the wound, which had just been sutured with hemp thread, and which usually took at least ten days to heal, began to heal rapidly.

"Wow ah ah ah -"

There was an exclamation. The little freckled priest John shouted especially loudly: "Healing! It's healing! Grete, do you know how to heal?!"

Gretel:! ! !

do not!

Grow slower! Please, slow down a little!

I haven't taken out the stitches yet!

He didn't have time to be surprised or happy that the injured person was saved. He had already rushed forward in the white light of the healing technique. He waved the dagger with his right hand, picking apart the twine exposed on the skin one by one, and tugged and tugged with his left hand——

Remove the stitches! Remove the stitches! Hurry up and take out the stitches before the wound has just healed and the white light has not dissipated!

If you leave it alone, the sutures will take up space, which can easily lead to wound infection!

Remove it, remove it quickly, remove it quickly before the wound becomes strong. Not only will the patient suffer less, but the healing technique that has not yet dissipated may still be able to be used a little bit...

Grete concentrated on holding his breath and used his greatest hand speed in his life. The sharp blade of his right hand flew forward, and the thumb and index finger of his left hand were gently twisted, and his hands were put together, almost dragging out an afterimage above the injured man's abdomen——

The emergency department is always a place where you are fighting for your life. You have to sew the spleen, the liver, and the blood vessels. No matter how many threads are stitched, you can't wait for the APM to reach 764. But he never thought that one day he would need to be so quick to remove a suture or something.

The tenth thread! Incision on the right side of the rectus abdominis, suture removal completed!

The eighteenth thread! The sutures on the right upper abdomen are removed!

Twenty-seven! ——Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!

Done!

The white light slowly faded. One vertical and one slanted, the two wounds disappeared completely, as if they had never appeared. Not only that, the injured even slowly opened his eyes and began to try to hold himself up——

"team leader!"

"Captain, you're ready!"

Several warriors cheered and rushed forward. Gretel's soul flew into the sky, and he immediately pounced forward, spreading his arms to block the person:

"Don't touch him!—Lie down! Lie down!"

I go! The epidermis is healed, but who knows if the inside is fine or not!

I had three layers of stitches on the abdominal wall alone! The inner superficial fascia and the inner peritoneum, who knows if they have grown in! What if this support opens the crack again——

Not to mention that the rectus abdominis was also scratched, and the ruptured omentum was not sutured at all, so there were injuries everywhere. Whether it has grown or not, Wu Zhou doesn't know at all, and he can't push for an MRI in this wilderness -

Even if it's not in the wilderness, there's nothing to do. He has traveled through time! Time travel!

Being pressed by Grete, Captain Cullen had no power to resist and lay back down with a plop. The person was lying down, but he raised his head vigorously, staring directly at the other person, his eyes full of shock:

"Little Gretel, you...you?"

Gretel's heart beat suddenly. Comparing this with others, anyone would be surprised to see their child who has grown up suddenly able to cut open a person's belly and sew the flesh with a needle and thread. But, how should he explain? !

Ignore?

Pretending to be stupid?

This is Uncle Karen, who has been taking care of the original person since his father died in the war. No matter what, he has to give an explanation to make people feel at ease!

Gretel's head was pounding, as if a hard drive was embedded inside, churning at 7,200 rpm a minute. In the rush of information retrieval and data integration, an abnormal message was bolded, highlighted, and decisively pinned to the top of his mind:

By the way, the white light that just emitted from his palm promoted the healing of the injury...

It's exactly the same as what the little priest released before, it's a healing technique!

Healing = divine art = God’s backing = God told him to do it!

The logic is correct, perfect!

Gretel blurted out:

"Uncle Karen, don't worry, I - I have received divine enlightenment!"