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

Is the salt water coming?

Wu Zhou turned his head and saw a big rough hand holding a wooden bowl and bringing it to him. The soldier's hands were covered with calluses, and even if he washed them deliberately, he still couldn't wash away the deep black stains between his nails. The black and yellow thumb is still on the edge of the bowl, and the nails are deeply inserted into the water...

Wu Zhou felt his stomach churning after just one glance. However, in this poor place, we need to find something else to hold the saline...

Don’t even think about it!

This kind of thatched roof house, the wooden barrel is so dirty that you can't see its true color, and besides the wooden bowl, there is probably nothing else!

Wu Zhou lowered his head and took a sip of the salt water, appreciating the taste, and felt a river of sadness in his heart.

It is so miserable in the wild where there is no readily available saline solution.

Boil water now, add cold boiled water now, and put salt in it now. I had to calculate in my head how much salt to add!

He took a sip of the concentration and felt the temperature again. He felt that the concentration might be a little off, but the temperature was about the same. As for the temperature being half a degree lower than 37 degrees and the salt water concentration deviation being 10%...

I can’t control so much!

Add salt, add salt, add more salt. To be cautious, Wu Zhou asked them to add salt three times before adjusting it to a satisfactory concentration. Then, he directed these men with rough hands and feet to clean the mouth of the water bag with strong liquor, pick it up, and pour it into it——

From the upper abdomen to the lower abdomen, rinse carefully, little by little. After flushing, he gently held the intestines with both hands and continued to shout:

"Come and lift him up! One lifts his shoulders, one lifts his feet, and one lifts his back!"

The red-haired archer held the wounded man's shoulders.

The young man who was the first to kneel beside the injured person, holding his intestines, lifted the injured person's legs.

The young priest, who was kneeling opposite the injured person in a very twisted posture, pressing the brachial artery with one hand and the posterior tibial artery with the other, also let go with Wu Zhou's permission. After a series of operations, examination, and cleaning, the bleeding on the injured man's left arm and left leg had basically stopped. The work of pressing the small freckles ended and he switched to lifting the injured man's back.

"One, two, three, get up! Move to my side!"

Clatter, clatter, the saline water poured out after flushing the abdominal cavity.

Wu Zhou continued to burst into tears.

There is no suction device, no drainage tube, nothing... Did you use a straw or a reed stick to suck the vomit? As long as he thought of the big yellow teeth of those soldiers, and the fact that if he couldn't suck it properly, he would spit out a mouthful of it back into his abdomen, Wu Zhou said, forget it.

He had no choice but to adopt the simplest and crudest method: after flushing the abdominal cavity, lift the person up and pour water out.

The water was basically poured out, and Wu Zhouzai carefully checked it one last time. Fortunately, there was no bleeding anywhere, or to use Wu Zhou's accustomed terminology - no active bleeding. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his waist slightly, and stretched his hand to the side:

"Stitch!"

...No one paid any attention.

There were no tweezers, no needles and threads, no equipment. The nurse smiled with crooked eyes. She gently patted the needle into his palm...

Wu Zhou: "..."

T_T

He should have gotten used to it.

This is not a hospital, not an operating room. There are no first assistants, second assistants, equipment nurses, or circulating nurses around, so a bunch of people work together to cooperate. When he shouted "stitch", there was no one around him who knew what he meant...

"Give me the needle and thread!"

"Huh?...Oh!"

The freckle-faced little priest jumped up, rustled, and began to dig into his inner pocket.

Wu Zhou's eyes lit up.

He originally thought that the thatched hut next to it was a dilapidated house, and he should be able to find a needle and thread. Who knew this little freckle actually had needlework? That's good. Priests are of a higher class than commoners, so the things they make should be better...

No, wait!

What a piece of shit this is!

A sewing needle, no, that length and thickness, it must be a quilt needle!

Still curved!

Bent!

It bends while sewing!

And this line! This line! You are not required to use antibacterial sutures or barbed knot-free sutures. Your hemp thread is still lumpy and not smooth at all. What do you mean?

Forget it...you can't ask too much for a broken place...

Wu Zhou tried his best to comfort himself, moved the needle and stitched the abdominal wall as quickly as possible. While I was sewing, the veins on my forehead were twitching: there were no absorbable sutures, no silk thread, only the coarsest hemp thread - the threading needle was still a sewing needle! straight! straight!

There is no needle holder, no bent needle, just holding a sewing needle in your hand and poking it into your flesh. Whoever sews knows how it feels...

He concentrated and held his breath, patiently sewing layer by layer. The peritoneum, superficial fascia, skin and subcutaneous tissue... After meticulously completing the three layers of sutures and tying the last knot, the whole person leaned back as if in collapse and lay on the ground.

"Bandage him up..."

There wasn't even anyone to help wipe away the sweat.

sad.

No one wiped his sweat during the operation, but fortunately, there was someone to take care of him after the operation. Wu Zhou lay down, and five or six hands immediately reached out to help him. The soldiers who had been ordered around by him just now and didn't dare to say a word came rushing up, talking all over the place:

"Little Gretel, you are so awesome!"

"Little Grete, when did you know this?"

"Little Gretel..."

Wu Zhou:...? ? ?

His tired and confused mind turned around again and again, and finally pumped a memory into his mind. Yes, those people are calling him, his name is Gretel, Gretel Nordmark, a new recruit of the City Guard...

Today, I went out to patrol the city with the team and escorted the priest - that little freckle named John - back home to visit relatives. The person who had just been injured and treated by him was Uncle Karen, the captain of their team and who had been taking care of him.

When Uncle Karen was injured, those who knelt down and held his intestines were his nephew Raymond, the spearman; the red-haired archer Taung; and the shield warrior Vali who he had blasted to boil water before. Together, this is The entire squad.

So...I traveled through time?

Sure enough, after working crazy overtime in the emergency department, I ended up turning into a corpse...

Alas, I survived being the chief resident and attending the hospital, but I didn’t expect that I still fell down at the level of deputy chief physician!

Wu Zhou silently wiped away a handful of bitter tears for himself. He looked around, at the gentle rolling hillsides and green grassland in the distance, at the antique thatched-roof houses, at the Caucasian-looking teammates with tall noses and deep eyes beside him. Finally, he lowered his eyes and mourned for himself. For a second, he said silently to himself:

"From now on, I am Gretel..."

Grete raised his eyes again and saw a row of several soldiers, oh, and a priest, all staring at him with stern eyes. Obviously, everyone was surprised and curious as to why he suddenly cut open his stomach to save people.

Gretel: "..."

How do I explain this?

Can I tell them that I have this ability, which was honed by twelve years of primary and secondary education + seven years of continuous undergraduate and master's degree + more than ten years of clinical work in my previous life? !

If you really dare to say this, you will... be burned to death...?

There was a pastor at the scene who saw everything and could report it to the church when he got back. He couldn't hide it even if he wanted to!

Gretel, shivering.jpg

At the moment when he was thinking about the burning rack from the Inquisition, and was about to think about the ten tortures, a worrying question interrupted his thoughts and saved him from fire and water:

"Little Gretel...Captain, can you survive?"

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