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

This look is so familiar. Patients, family members, men and women, young and old, high and low, too many people looked at him like this. Gretel blurted out and wanted to answer "It can be cured", but when the words came to his mouth, he turned into:

"It's possible to be cured."

After finishing his conclusion, Grete immediately rubbed his back. Even if he is sitting on a chair with broken legs against the wall, with no way to retreat from behind, it does not prevent him from shrinking closer to the corner.

In the past life, most patients and family members would be dissatisfied with the words "possible" and would most likely want to get to the bottom of it. How likely is it to be cured, how long will it take, how much will it cost...

At the end of the inquiry, they often complain that the doctor refuses to give an accurate answer. Then, if someone has a bad temper, there will be another round of complaints.

Even if these knights are good-tempered and don't make trouble, he can't stand it even if they pick him up and shake him!

Grete looked at the opposite side carefully. To his surprise, Knight Flynn and Knight Ciro were stunned and then overjoyed. Someone stretched out an arm, held down Knight Barron's shoulders, and shook him loudly:

"It can be cured! It can be cured!"

"Old Barron, did you hear that? It can be cured!"

"You invited so many people to see it...so many people...it's been three years, it's been three years..."

The two middle-aged men shouted without emotion. The voice gradually became deeper and hoarse, almost sounding like a wolf howling in the dark night.

The Barron Knight sat there like a puppet, showing no reaction and letting them shake back and forth. After a while, he suddenly got excited, stood up and shook off the two of them, bowing slightly to Gretel:

"Then please treat me quickly!"

"Yes, cure it quickly!"

Knight Flynn and Knight Ciro immediately woke up. The three of them formed a semi-circle, leaning forward and staring down at Gretel, almost as if they wanted to eat him. With scorching eyes, Gretel shrank back again:

"Not yet..."

"Why not? Didn't it say it can be cured?" Knight Barron's voice suddenly became louder. Gretel looked at Flynn Knight for help and argued in a low voice:

"I can't cure it now...I still need something..."

His figure was lost in the shouting inside and outside the house. Barron Knight, Flynn Knight, Ciro Knight, everyone is vying to speak. The bald bishop’s voice was louder than anyone else’s:

"Little Gretel, can you really cure this injury? What else is missing? - Is it a lack of casting materials? If your healing skills are not strong enough, tell me how to cure it, and I will do it!"

Eyes full of expectancy fell on Gretel once again.

Seeing that no one was looking for trouble or complaining, Gretel was no longer nervous. He took a step forward, looked into the bald bishop's eyes, and answered loudly:

"I am 70% sure that it will be cured. However, if I want my wrist to be flexible, able to exert force, and not hurt other places after the cure, I have to see if I can take advantage of it to know how sure I am. "

"Can't we treat it now?"

The bald bishop and the Barron knight were both a little disappointed. Gretel pondered for a moment, grabbed Knight Barron's arm, and explained to him with gestures:

"That's right. There are many muscles in your arm, and each muscle relies on a tendon - what you call a tendon - to connect to the bones. I estimate that the tendon you broke is the flexor carpi radialis. ——That is, from here to here,”

He moved his fingers back and forth on the Barron Knight's arm, pressed on the forearm near the elbow socket, moved downwards, and pressed on the heel of the palm. Then, draw a horizontal line along the scar on your right wrist:

"It was broken here. The strength of the hand tendon is very strong, and it makes your muscles very tight. Once the tendon is broken, the whole muscle shrinks up. What I have to do now is to cut open the skin and shrink this muscle. Pull out the muscles, lengthen them to their original position, and then let the hand tendons grow."

He kept it as simple as possible. Who would have thought that as soon as he finished speaking, Knight Barron stood up immediately and said loudly:

"Then what are you waiting for? Treat it!"

With a clang, a dagger fell on the table, its cold light shining.

Gretel: "..."

I want tissue tweezers! I want a hemostat! I want to pull the hook! This surgery may have to be done under a microscope. If I don't have a microscope, why don't you give me a magnifying glass?

His breath caught in his chest and he was choking. Before he could recover, the bald bishop had already asked:

"I've been treated like this before. But it wasn't cured!"

Have you ever done this before?

Gretel was impressed. Boss, you are brave enough! How many years have you studied medicine? How many gross body teachers have you dissected? Do you know how to operate without severing blood vessels and without severing nerves?

Hmm...how to explain it?

Grete took out a pen and paper, brushed on the desktop, and drew quickly. In a moment, the bones of the ulna, radius, and palms were clearly visible, and the dozen or so muscle strips attached to the bones were analyzed. A schematic diagram of the forearm's musculoskeletal structure appeared on the paper.

He was used to doing this kind of work in his previous life. He couldn't do it any more vividly. It was concise and clear. That was the norm. One person was painting, and four heads came over to look at it. The bald bishop thought the oil lamp was too dark, so he casually used a lighting technique to illuminate the whole room.

Gretel: ...Actually, your head is already bright enough.

It didn’t take even two minutes, and a schematic diagram was already taking shape. Grete silently recited a few times, "It's like this if you haven't studied medicine before." He slowed down his voice and began to explain:

"Did you see it? On this arm, there are one, two, three, four, five muscles alone... I won't count, you can count it yourself; in addition to muscles, there are also blood vessels and nerves...

I’ll explain to you later what nerves are! In short, any injury caused by these things will make it difficult to use the arm. Do you think it’s enough to cut it open, pull it out, and cure it? "

The bald bishop nodded. Gretel turned to Knight Barron, furious:

"What's the use of just a knife? What do you think this is? Are you killing pigs or sheep? Make a cut here, put your hand in and pull out the tendons, and just sew a few cuts? I asked if you would cut a knife on the wrist. It won’t hurt! Can you move?”

"We will hold him down!" Knight Flynn and Knight Ciro replied in unison. Grete scoffed. What's the use of holding it down? This is tendon surgery. Do you think it's bone scraping to treat poison?

"I can hold back!" Knight Barron roared loudly. Gretel yelled back:

"What's the use of being able to hold it back! If you can't hold it back, your arms are going to be tense! I can't even stretch my muscles when they're so tight! One by one, one by one,"

He pointed his finger at Flynn Knight, Barron Knight, and the outermost Knight Ciro one by one. A few days ago, I was decompressing the chest of Knight Ciro, but the knife did not penetrate the chest. Knight Flynn next to him took action:

"Everyone is a knight, I! I can't even stab them with my knife!"

Knight Barron was choked by his roar. At this moment, a white light flashed out of the corner of his eyes. Gretel turned his head and saw the bald bishop moving like lightning. He picked up the drawings he had drawn and stuffed them into his arms...

Seeing Gretel looking over, he actually winked at him and smiled openly.