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

Looking down from a high altitude, the colorful flow of people knotted not far ahead. Some people wanted to rush in, some wanted to run out, and more people were at a loss and stayed in place, it was so crowded.

In the center of the crowd, screams, loud and low, kept coming.

Gretel was furious. He stretched out his arms and pushed forward and to both sides. As he squeezed, he shouted:

"I'm the doctor! - I'm the healer! Let me in!!!"

Finally someone started to make way for him. One, two, three. Gretel thanked him and squeezed in. Along the way, he heard the onlookers shouting and asking:

"What happened?"

"The platform collapsed!"

"Why did the stage collapse?"

"They threw candies down, and there were so many people grabbing them. Once they were crowded..."

The problem is serious!

In such a large-scale event, the biggest fear is collapse accidents and stampede accidents!

Gretel's heart was beating wildly. Squeezing into the inner circle, a quick glance revealed that it was more serious than he expected.

In the center of the crowd, a half-collapsed wooden platform was tilted, and it could be seen that it was originally a stage, about a person's height. The steps at the edge of the stage had been trampled down, and people were falling and falling on the ground near the steps.

Some screamed loudly, some moaned in pain, some struggled to crawl out with support, and some were curled up on the ground, making no sound. Some people are struggling to rescue, while others are wandering around like headless chickens, rubbing their hands, not knowing what to do...

Gretel even saw a young woman's right leg bent abnormally and bleeding. But she didn't care about her legs, held her hands on the ground, and crawled desperately toward the broken stage:

"Little Lila—little Lila—"

have kids? !

Are any children injured? !

Gretel's hair stood on end. Suddenly a figure rushed past him. Grete took a closer look and recognized Little John, the first priest he met in time.

Little John had already rushed to the young woman's side, his palms glowing with white light, and he pressed against her bleeding injured leg. However, the young woman refused to let him receive treatment. She grabbed his wrist and dragged him towards the stage wreckage:

"Child! My child! Save my child—"

Little John was stunned. From all directions, several hands instantly clung to him, grabbing his ankles and tugging at the hem of his priest's robe:

"help me……"

"help me……"

"Master Priest, save me...please-"

"I'll give you money, I'll give you money - there are five silver coins in this purse, all for you, I also have -"

Little John was at a loss. He suddenly turned his head and saw Grete standing next to him, shouting at him with a tearful voice:

"What should I do! I can't save so many people! I-I-I can save only one at most!"

"You are too slow to save people like this! Listen to me!"

Gretel stepped to his side. Pulling Little John, he raised his other palm high, with white light flashing on his fingertips:

"I am a healer! Listen to my command! Back up! Back up! Spread out!"

After shouting several times, the noise around him was finally suppressed. Grete looked around and pointed out a boy who looked smarter and a slightly familiar man with thick eyebrows:

"You! Go find the city guards!

you! Go to the Ares Temple to find someone and tell them, I am Gretel Nordmark! Ask them to come and help, there are a lot of people injured here!

The rest of the people should not mess around. The elderly and children should stay back. The others should work in pairs to carry out the wounded one by one and place them in a clean place! "

In times of chaos like this, some people stand up and give decisive orders, and others gradually obey. The young man and the thick-browed man ran away. Some of the other adult men and women looked at Little John, while others formed groups in twos and threes and began to carry people. Another shopkeeper came out and shouted:

"My shop is right next to it, take it to my shop!"

Very good! Grete nodded to him and pointed. Then he rushed to the wounded and checked the situation one by one. At the same time, he activated the zero-level magic of Mage Trick:

"This leg is broken! Two people hold one side and hold it up! Don't touch the leg!"

Snapped!

With a wave of his hand, a bright yellow mark was dyed on his right shoulder, which was particularly conspicuous. The injury is serious, but the person is conscious and there is no immediate danger to his life. A yellow mark is placed to indicate delayed treatment!

Hey, the wizard's trick is really useful. The level 0 magic can last up to 1 hour and can dye within 1 cubic foot every 6 seconds.

If it weren't for magic, where would he have found a lot of four-color labels in a hurry?

"Okay!" The two middle-aged men picked up the man and left. Grete quickly stopped: "Wait!"

He stood still, lowered his head, concentrated, inhaled deeply - exhaled deeply - inhaled deeply - exhaled deeply again. After six seconds, he raised his hand for the second time and drew a long bright yellow line near the center of the injured person's broken leg.

"Find a strong piece of cloth and tie it around the line I marked! If possible, insert a wooden stick into it and tighten it firmly! Stop the bleeding!"

"okay!"

The man carrying the person answered loudly. The young pastor shouted at a volume no less than his own: "Why don't you treat him first?"

"Prioritize first!" Gretel shouted back:

"Treat life-threatening injuries first, treat serious injuries later, wait for minor injuries first! Go quickly! - You instruct them to carry people in, come over when you carry them in, and I will mark them!"

"good!"

Little John ran away. He even wore a priest's robe when he went out to play on Midsummer Festival. The people present did not recognize him, nor did they recognize the robe. Seeing that he was obeying orders, everyone naturally followed Gretel's instructions more and more. Soon another wounded person was dug out. Gretel knelt down and did a quick check:

"He... passed out. Let me take a look. There is a pulse and a heartbeat. Be careful! Another person comes over! Three people lift it together, one supports the head and shoulders, one supports the buttocks, and one supports the legs, keeping in a straight line. One, two, three, get up!"

Snapped!

With a wave of his hand, a bright red mark was smeared on it. Unresponsive to the call, unconscious, with a pulse and breathing, this is the highest priority first aid category!

They must be sent to the hospital immediately, oh, there is no hospital now... When the sorting is completed, they must come over immediately and be ready for cardiopulmonary resuscitation, or if a priest arrives, give them priority for treatment!

"Put red marks on one, yellow on one, green and black on each! Leave a person next to each patient, waiting to help me!"

Gretel shouted to the volunteers helping to carry the people. After shouting, he lowered his head and immediately observed the next wounded person:

"This... I'm not breathing, and my heart is not beating. I have no time to talk to you now. Please forgive me..."

Snapped!

The black mark blurs upward. We are too busy right now. Once the wounded are sorted and free to take action, we can then judge the situation to see if it is still worth rescuing.

"This... I can still get up on my own, go, go, go, go and wait by myself!"

Snapped!

Green mark sent. This is the category that needs to be treated last. Only when other injured people have been treated, or when the on-site treatment capacity is overflowed, can it be the turn of these lightly injured people.

Of course, we still need to pay attention to the injury. Who knows what hidden pathophysiological changes are there, such as hypoxemia and metabolic acidosis? If you don't care about him, he will just sit and throw himself on the street...

Grete ran back and forth, shouting. For a moment, everything around the stage was stirred up by him, with at least dozens of people running around under his command. Maintain order, move and transport the wounded, carry the collapsed stage...

There is strength in numbers, and the accident scene that was like hell just now was quickly cleared by half.

Alas, the list of increased collections has fallen by one place, I am sorry...

I’m so afraid that my attempt to test the waters and promote PK will fail…

Please help me, stop raising books and come and read them every day!

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