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

God of nature?

Grete had long forgotten this incident. These days, he was bored in the mage tower, learning magic like crazy. Meditate, memorize words, read basic textbooks, and learn magic——

Magic is so fun!

Hey, this dancing light technique can create four light sources that float everywhere. With a few more, wouldn’t it be possible to rub shadowless lamps by hand?

Hey, this freezing ray can artificially make ice, which is a must-have for cooling off in the summer. It's a pity that the temperature can't drop too low, otherwise. You can make very delicate ice cream!

Hey, this flash spell is also very good, it can create strong light, but the casting material must use fireflies, which is too harmful to the ecology. I'll have to study it another day and see if it can be replaced with something else...

Grete studied it with great enthusiasm. There are only two things that bother me:

First, the growth of mental power has reached a bottleneck.

After being able to cast spells five times a day, it is stuck there, unable to make any progress;

Furthermore, there has been no progress in detecting magic, or in other words, research on X-ray technology.

He ran up and down the mage tower and looked at every place he could see except the center. I searched like this, but I couldn't find the magic light that can illuminate the bones. I doubt my life every day:

Are the physical laws of this world different from those of the previous life? Or do I have to find radioactive material? If radioactive material is really found, my small body can’t handle it, right?

He eats in the Mage Tower every day, lives in the Mage Tower, and studies in the Mage Tower. It's not just two points and one line, it's completely one point and one line. If you have a mobile phone with you and open it to look at the daily trajectory chart, you will only see a dot...

What a comfort!

What a dream!

Happy life!

This time, Grete was kicked out of the Mage Tower when he went out to inspect the nearby Taal Village. This is property in the name of the Mage Tower, or strictly speaking, in the name of the Magic Council. Although you don’t have to personally take care of rent collection, it is still very useful to send people around every month to declare the ownership of the village. necessary.

At the very least, the magician has to make an appearance in person...

Naturally, this kind of drudgery that is not helpful for the study of magic fell to Gretel, who was the lowest in the hierarchy and the latest to become a mage's apprentice.

Gretel rode an old horse, wandering around, and followed the gatekeeper to the village of Tar. The horses were docile and walked steadily, and Gretel didn't have to exert any effort at all. His eyes were blank and he was constantly distracted along the way. While walking, a scream suddenly came from the forest not far away!

Gretel:! ! !

There are people injured? Where? Is the injury serious?

He ran away following the sound. When I got to the place, I saw a middle-aged man lying under the small cliff. He had a sallow face and thin muscles, and his left leg was unnaturally twisted. A rattan basket rolled down five or six steps away, and the rope tied around his waist was only about one meter long, with a rough end. The other end hung down from the cliff. It was obvious that the rope was worn on the rock while working on the cliff.

——High fall injury.

- Fracture of left leg.

- May be accompanied by fractures elsewhere, or rupture of internal organs.

Gretel came to a conclusion at a glance. He squatted down next to the man and put one hand on the man's right wrist: "Did you fall from above? Are you with any companions? Is your home nearby?"

The man nodded vigorously. He struggled to pull Grete's sleeve: "Help me - help me -"

Very good. The patient is conscious, has a strong pulse, and is breathing smoothly, indicating that his vital signs are temporarily stable. Grete glanced at the wounded man's left calf and saw that the white bone stubble had penetrated the skin and blood was pouring out. Open fracture, massive bleeding!

Stop the bleeding first!

Gretel instinctively jumped forward, stretched out his right hand, and firmly pressed the femoral artery of the injured person. Turning his head, he shouted to the mage tower servant:

"Is there a long cloth belt?"

"No!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" There was a series of chaotic footsteps. Several farmers carrying baskets and shovels stumbled down the side of the cliff. They were obviously the injured man's companions. One of them was still shouting while sliding:

"Lao Liu is injured! Go and call the master! Hurry!"

A farmer turned around and ran away. The other one heard Grete asking for a belt, and hurriedly tore it off on his body. With a brushing sound, he tore off a long cloth belt.

Grete tugged. The thickness and strength could only be said to be better than nothing. He handed the rope back:

"Bring a wooden stick over here! As long as the thickness of your fingers is as long as one hand! Okay, put the wooden stick on his leg, where my fingers are, and tie it tightly with the cloth tape! - Is it tight? Okay! Turn the wooden stick in a circle !One more turn!”

The hemp rope creaked. The injured screamed in pain and was held down by his companions: "Don't move, don't move! Your leg - hey, there is less blood!"

"Little sir, that's awesome!"

"What little gentleman? It's Mr. Master!"

A farmer saw the wand on Grete's sleeve with sharp eyes and corrected his companion. The farmer who was tightening the sticks shook his hands and almost fell into the mud:

"F-Mr. Master!"

"Don't move! Keep your hands tight!" Gretel shouted to him. After shouting, he lay down and felt at the distal end of the artery. After confirming that he could no longer feel the pulse, he ordered the person holding the wooden stick:

"Hold tight! Don't move! Call me if the straps come loose!"

MD!

There is no rotating tourniquet, so I have to make do with it!

The farmer tremblingly agreed. Gretel ignored him and asked others to lay the injured man down and take off his clothes. He squatted beside him and asked the injured and his companions:

"How did he fall? Did he fall vertically or rolled sideways?"

"Where hits the ground first? Hands, legs, or back?"

"Did you fall down on your stomach or on your back?"

The injured man and several companions answered one by one. Gretel got the answer he wanted. Seeing that the injured man had almost taken off his clothes, he began to check carefully:

There were no other obvious wounds on the body surface.

Abdominal pressure, no obvious pain in left upper quadrant...left middle abdomen...right upper quadrant...

As soon as I checked here, there was a lot of smoke and the sound of footsteps on the mountain road not far away. Grete turned his head and glanced in his busy schedule, and saw an old man with white hair coming, holding a wooden stick in one hand and the farmer who had gone to call for help in the other hand. The old man rushed over, so fast that even his dark brown linen robe was raised high back. The man weighing one hundred and eighty pounds seemed like nothing in his hand.

This old man is awesome!

Grete secretly praised in her heart. Around him, several farmers bowed their heads in varying salutes:

"Elder!"

"Elder!"

"Elder, save me! Save me!"

The injured struggled hard. Grete yelled at him, used his right hand to push the man back to the ground, and continued to lower his head to check.

"Who are you?"

The old man had already reached his side, put down the farmer, and lowered his head to check on the injured. Gretel didn’t even raise his head:

"Gretel Nordmark."

"Are you Gretel?" The old man's voice fluctuated slightly. Without waiting for Grete to answer, he squatted down again and pressed the skin next to the tourniquet of the injured person:

"Did you get this stick? What a great idea! Okay, get out of the way now and let me heal this leg!"

Can a fracture be cured with just one treatment? This is much better than me! Grete looked sideways. However, when he saw the old man reaching out to pull him, he instinctively hid and shouted.

"Don't touch him!"

The old man was startled. Gretel's rebuttals came out like a barrage:

"I haven't finished the examination yet! Treat him now. Do you know if his internal organs are injured?"

The old man was stunned. After a moment of silence, he asked:

"I have also treated people who broke their legs. Sometimes the legs are healed, but two days later the person dies. Is it because the internal organs were injured?"

"It's possible..."

Grete murmured. There are many causes of death due to high fall injuries, including visceral rupture, brain damage, and even aortic dissection due to bad luck. I have never seen a patient, so who knows what kind of situation you may encounter?

"Then what do you think?"

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