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

How to diagnose ruptured internal organs?

A whole book could be written on this issue if we really study it in detail. X-ray, ultrasound, CT, abdominal puncture, and if corrected, laparotomy...

There are countless methods available clinically, and there are countless tools to assist doctors in diagnosis. But now, in another world, facing this old healer, Grete can only answer:

"Physical examination!"

"How to check?"

"Look carefully. Abdominal physical examination. The most basic thing is to press. Different positions correspond to different internal organs...the left upper abdomen..."

Grete gushed. The white-haired old man bent over and listened intently, wishing he could take a note and write it down immediately. Grete deliberately slowed down to let him see more clearly, and explained while operating:

"When palpating the liver, the three fingers of the right hand should be brought together, the metacarpophalangeal joints should be straightened, the ends of the index finger and middle finger should be parallel to the costal margin, and placed on the right side of the umbilical cord... exhale... inhale... well, there is no obvious pain... Let’s check the spleen next…”

The old man nodded while listening, his eyes focused and his lips moving slightly, as if he was reciting the lecture. Grete checked it all at once:

“Preliminary judgment shows that there is no obvious visceral rupture;

The shape of the spine is normal, with no obvious curvature or deformation;

There is no obvious trauma to the head, no hematoma, left arm...right arm..."

Very good, very good. Apart from the damage to the internal organs that cannot be checked for the time being and the explosion can only wait for him to explode, the only thing that needs to be dealt with is the open fracture of the left leg!

Gretel was greatly excited. He moved with his support on the ground, touched the skin on the upper and lower ends of the fracture, and stood up:

"Okay, now only the left leg needs treatment——"

He turned to look at the old man. Seeing the man with flying white hair, hale and hearty, and arms so thick that he could beat a bear to death, my heart moved and I casually cast a detection magic:

"oops--"

Grete screamed. Bright, so bright! Especially the stick in the old man's hand, in the meditative field of vision, was as bright as a 500-watt high-pressure sodium lamp!

Gretel reflexively raised his hands to cover his eyes. As soon as he raised his hand, he suddenly froze, threw himself in front of the oak staff, and covered it with his trembling palm:

can see!

can see!

Through the magic light emitted by the wooden staff, the bones on the palms and fingers are clearly visible!

He finally found it! He finally found the mutated version of detection magic, X-ray technology!

Gretel stared at his palm blankly.

If he had seen this visual effect in his previous life, he would have run as fast as he could - no one would want to take X-rays for fun.

But now, when he looked at the magic aura penetrating his palm, it was like he was seeing the most precious treasure!

This is an alien world where nothing matters. For surgeons, X-rays are worth their weight in gold!

The white-haired old man looked at Gretel with a smile.

He took a step back, and Grete took a step forward; he turned the oak staff in one direction, and Gretel followed suit - paying attention to the injured who he didn't step on.

Until the detection of magic expires and the magic aura disappears, Gretel suddenly wakes up:

"I……"

"Are you the little guy who cured Knight Barron?" The old man waved his oak staff and interrupted him:

"I heard that your healing skills are somewhat special?"

Maybe your healing skills are special... Gretel cursed. On the surface, he still had to smile:

"Old sir, I would like to ask for advice on how to treat this kind of fracture..."

Grete lowered his head and pointed at the pale injured person on the ground:

"Will it be difficult to align the bones? Will I be lame after treatment?"

The old man was moved. He pondered for a moment:

"It is indeed difficult. Experienced healers are fine, but novices can heal wounds, but they often fail to target the bones. What, do you have a way?"

"I have a solution!"

Gretel's eyes were sharp.

They returned to the village with the wounded.

Coincidentally, the injured person was from Taer Village. Grete escorted the injured person to visit the village, so that nothing was wasted.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the village, the old, weak and young children who had not gone out to work in the fields, as well as the strong laborers who had rushed back after getting the news, rushed up and greeted the old man one after another:

"Elder!"

"Elder, you are here!"

"Elder, thank you for saving Lorraine!"

The servant of the Mage Tower who accompanied Gretel looked at him frequently. Grete pretended not to notice, feeling at ease and shrinking back. Instead, the white-haired old man reached out and picked him up:

"You were wrong this time. This kid saved the person, you should thank him!"

Several hands covered with mud immediately reached out to Gretel, wanting to express their gratitude. Gretel swooped back to the old man:

I have to have surgery later! Don't touch me with your dirty hands!

He grasped the old man's collar tightly:

"Let's save people quickly! Find a big, clean house and carry the patient in! Boil water! Liquor! Soap! Knife! Hook!"

The largest and cleanest house in the village is naturally the village chief's home. When the things were delivered, Grete learned his lesson and drove out all the villagers who were watching, so that no one would make a fuss around them. After washing his hands, he took the hook of the knife and threw a spell on it.

"This is..." the old man's eyes lit up: "A magic trick?"

"Yes, it is used as a cleaning technique."

Gretel's eyes sparkled.

To say that this skill is really easy to use, it lasts for one hour and can clean something within 1 cubic foot every second.

Used to wash flasks, test tubes, or clean surgical instruments, it is a unique tool!

I just don’t know how effective the sterilization is… I’ll do a bacterial culture test some other time to see…

Gretel picked up the sharp knife and observed it for a moment, then slashed it. Before the white-haired old man had time to be surprised, Grete's sword flew and cut out the blood vessels.

As soon as he raised his hand, a shimmering translucent clip appeared in the air, and the two sides closed together, immediately clamping the somewhat shriveled blood vessel.

"Mage's hand?" The old man was surprised for the second time: "You actually used the mage's hand like this? What are you doing?"

"Clamp the blood vessels...Okay, the tourniquet on the injured leg can be loosened..."

Gretel answered matter-of-factly. He clapped his hands, put down the sharp knife, washed it with a clean white cloth dipped in water, and tried to clean the wound as much as possible, then smiled at the old man:

"Next, I'm going to ask for your help."

"What do you want me to do!" The old man patted his chest generously. Grete nodded his thanks:

"Put your wooden stick behind the injured leg. Find two people to hold both sides of the injured leg. When I say pull, just pull it to both sides. When I say it's okay to stop, please follow my instructions and align the bones. !”

"You...won't pick it up incorrectly?"

"Absolutely not!" Gretel said confidently:

"Yes, I have a spell that allows me to see what the bones look like inside the flesh!"

"One, two, three, pull!"

Creaking, the muscles were stretched hard, making an extremely unpleasant sound. Gretel raced against time to activate the detection magic. In his meditation vision, dazzling white light penetrated the muscles, illuminating the bent, cracked, and broken bones. Grete stared at the broken part closely:

"Pull again, pull again, okay, stop!"

He rushed forward, held the broken end with both hands, and tried to push it to the normal position.

Ouch, so heavy!

I am not an orthopedic surgeon!

Little Gretel: Why am I surrounded by strong men and I am the weakest one?

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