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

Gretel's life was temporarily peaceful.

He quietly nestled in the mage tower, reading books, memorizing dictionaries, and learning magic. Two days later, the analysis of the spark technique was completed; two days later, the mage's hand was successfully released.

The next days are about meditating to exercise mental strength and practicing the fine control of the mage's hand. And, most importantly——

Look for opportunities to release detection magic three times a day to see if you can find any magic light that can shine through the human body and reveal the bones.

Half a month passed in a flash. Gretel was taken to the Temple of the God of War again. This time, with the cooperation of priests and knights, he completed an operation that was unprecedented in the world.

——Right arm flexor carpi radialis tendon suture.

Wearing a fake surgical gown that had been steamed for half an hour and just dried, and fake gloves made of sausage casings.

There is an assistant on the opposite side and someone delivering equipment to the side.

Above the head, in a large disk with a diameter of one meter, dots of white light shine downward. If you look closely, you will see that they are all lighting techniques released by priests on the spot...

This is surgery!

Compared to the disembowelment and intestine removal in the wilderness, the gap is huge!

As expected, it’s easy to enjoy the shade with the big tree at your back T_T

Grete took a breath of the temple air happily. Well, the smell is not very good, there are too many people around, the body odor is a bit strong...

Other priests, priest apprentices, and knights with sufficient qualifications and curiosity in the Temple of the God of War, except those who helped him, all poured into the temple, carrying stools, tables, and tables to set up stools. They circled the operating table, forming three large circles from the inside to the outside, from low to high.

Seeing them holding hands and stretching their necks to watch the operation, Gretel really wanted to say:

Don't fall down! Even if you fall, don’t fall onto the operating table and interfere with my surgery...

That’s not all, not everyone can come in. Knight Flynn, Knight Ciro, and other friends of Knight Barron were all squeezed out of the hall, looking in eagerly on tiptoe. Flynn Knight even shouted:

"Little Grete, please!"

"knew!"

Gretel shouted back. Preparing the skin, disinfecting it with spirits, and tying the tourniquet, he did it all with his own hands and nodded to the bald bishop opposite. The bishop clasped his hands and murmured a prayer:

"Almighty God of War, please have mercy on your believer and don't let him feel pain..."

As soon as he finished speaking, white light was like a grid, fixing Barron Knight on the operating table. The Lord Knight tilted his head and fell asleep almost immediately.

Gretel: "..."

Even though it was not the first time he saw it, he still really wanted to ask:

Is this a stick, hypnosis, or magical confinement?

It doesn’t matter what the method is. Anyway, I have tried it with live pigs several times before. During the operation, the pig did not struggle or move during the whole process, and its muscles did not even tighten.

Perfect.

When Grete was still a little worried and embarrassed to say it, the bald bishop called out more than ten volunteers who were healthy, pious and willing to test the knife with themselves...

With magical anesthesia, the success rate of surgery is at least 30 percentage points higher. Grete nodded happily to both sides, lowered his eyes, and slashed with his knife.

Good luck.

Whether it's because the new scalpel is sharper or because magical anesthesia has reduced the skin's resistance. In short, the tight skin on Knight Barron's wrists split with the knife.

Grete breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God, there is no situation where the skin cannot be cut with one knife...

If it really comes to that point, where is his dignity as the chief surgeon? Although the temple knight who was going to kill him was already ready...

After this cut, there was very little bleeding, almost just coming out slowly. There was a burst of surprised discussion around:

"Wow!"

"There's so little bleeding!"

"How did he do it?"

"Hey, tell me." The bald bishop urged. The sound was muffled under the mask, like thunder. For the sake of the sponsor, Gretel started giving lectures to the group of bystanders:

"Pay attention to the depth of the knife. Only the skin is cut, and the underlying muscles and blood vessels are not cut. Of course, there will be no major bleeding. - Retractor."

Two unknown priests on the left and right rushed forward, each holding a hook, and pulled the cut skin outward. The little freckled priest John stood at the patient's feet, and before Grete could speak, he brought up a pair of tweezers.

Works well together.

It was not in vain that I led them to train for several days.

Grete took the forceps with satisfaction, avoiding the blood vessels and nerves on the patient's arm, and searched through the red muscles one by one. At the same time, count silently in your mind, one, two, three...

"vomit--"

Look, someone actually vomited.

This is not okay, brothers, you are the God of War Temple!

You didn't even perform the surgery yourself, but you vomited just by looking at it. How can you save someone?

... Gretel, who was slandering like this, didn't even think about what he looked like when he vomited when he took the human anatomy class for the first time...

Gretel rolled his eyes to the other side. Unexpectedly, there was no reaction from the other side. Looking again, the bald bishop’s big head was turned to the side, and his cheeks were bulging under the thin mask...

"Hello!"

Grete barked softly. The bald bishop's Adam's apple rolled a few times and his chest heaved, as if he had swallowed something. Then, he finally raised his head and shouted like thunder:

"Go out and puke!"

There was a boom.

Gretel didn't look back. It sounded like the guy who vomited was thrown out of the circle directly from the table...

No, is your God of War Temple so violent?

He continued cautiously. Avoid blood vessels and nerves, and hook each muscle with a hook. Then he muttered a mantra, activated the mage's hand, and pulled it horizontally.

Can't pull it apart.

According to "Basics of Spells", the magic of Mage's Hand can move objects weighing no more than five pounds. At this moment, the force required to pull the hook seems to exceed five pounds...

Gretel shook his head in a cold sweat, handed the hook to his assistants, and ordered them to pull it apart. He continued to lower his head and search, and found the retracted flexor carpi radialis muscle deep in the muscle layer, and clamped the end of the tendon with tissue tweezers.

The operation went smoothly. Then Gretel finally encountered difficulties for the first time.

I pull——

I pull——

I can't pull it!

Damn it, the last time I did thoracentesis for decompression, I couldn’t poke my chest, and this time when I stretched the tendons, I couldn’t pull the muscles either?

Are the knights of this world so physically powerful?

Muscle relaxants, I need muscle relaxants!

However, in this different world, where there is no pharmaceutical or chemical industry, there is no place to buy muscle relaxants if you have money...

Grete glanced back subconsciously. In the previous life, the anesthetist should be in the direction where there were only stacks of tables, chairs, and a white-robed priest standing on them.

As for the one who actually took on the responsibility of the anesthesiologist...

Gretel had a flash of inspiration. He squeezed the middle part of the tweezers with his right hand, loosened it with his left hand, and pointed to the handle of the tweezers to the bald bishop:

"Pinch this and pull back! I said stop, stop! One, two, three! - Hey, stop, stop, stop!"

I went to work as a knight for this Lord Bishop! I couldn't pull the flexor carpi radialis muscle, but he straightened it in an instant!

Grete secretly shook off a cold sweat.

Fortunately, the bald bishop made every command and movement, stopping whenever he said he wanted to, without stretching it another millimeter. His strong arms stabilized him and he gradually sorted out the ruptured tendon on the other end, trimmed the shape, and brought the two sides together.

Then, raise your hands flat in front of your chest, with your palms facing outward, making the preparatory posture of a surgeon waiting for surgery, concentrate your mind, and recite silently:

Health depends on it, life depends on it——

Little Grete: I finally have a surgical assistant again...

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