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

Chapter 9 Is the salary of a serious healer so high?

They went out to patrol the city and had been gone for a day and a half. It was obviously inappropriate to return to the city. Fortunately, in the memory of the original owner, there was a large farm just a dozen miles away, so the group lifted up the stretcher and meandered forward. When leaving the farmhouse, Gretel was extra cautious and took a detour to look at the place where the wild dogs were tearing apart. His heart immediately became heavy:

That's a tomb. The burial was very shallow, just a pit two feet deep, with stones surrounding the pit - and at this moment, most of the buried body was exposed outside the tomb.

They arrived in a hurry and lacked tools, so they could only keep moving forward. After crossing a ridge, everyone sat down to rest and drink water. Captain Cullen also lifted himself up from the stretcher:

"Little Grete, give me some water..."

I knew it was like this... Gretel secretly exhaled. If it were a previous life, before and after laparotomy, all kinds of common sense would be shared with patients and their families. At this point, all normal processes were disrupted, and he was the only one to roll up his sleeves:

"No, you can't eat now! You can't drink water either! - Are you really thirsty? Not even if you are really thirsty!"

"Then...when can I drink water?"

Gretel: "..."

As a general rule, liquid food can be taken 2 to 3 days after the operation, after the gastrointestinal tract resumes peristalsis and exhaust gases are released. However, intestinal peristalsis stops, mostly due to anesthesia, and a small part due to surgical impact. There was no anesthesia from the beginning to the end of the surgery just now. Although the intestines were damaged, they were healed quickly after the treatment drops were put on them...

So, how long does it take to regain squirming?

Surgery, physiology, textbooks, various papers. Guidelines issued by the European Society for Parenteral Nutrition and the American Society for Parenteral Nutrition, one edition at a time. Countless references were flipping through Grete's mind.

In front of him, Uncle Karen was eagerly looking forward to it. All around, the soldiers around him were staring attentively and breathlessly——

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Under the sunshine of the early summer afternoon, a drop of cold sweat quietly slipped down Gretel's back.

For nearly a hundred years, no one has performed intestinal surgery without anesthesia. Without theoretical basis or experimental data, how can we judge the number of fasting days?

Take the knee?

We can only use the most primitive method! Grete gritted his teeth, knelt down on one knee, put his hands on the ground, and leaned over:

"Uncle Karen, don't worry, let me listen!"

He lifted off the leather armor and clothes covering the wounded body, turned his head, and put his ear to Captain Cullen's abdomen. The sour smell of sweat mixed with the smell of blood hit his face. Gretel leaned back, trying not to faint from the smoke——

Ah, why don’t you have a stethoscope!

The 3M stethoscope he bought with a lot of money! Bright red cutie!

The Yuyue stethoscope he was issued in the hospital! Even if the price is only one-tenth of 3M and the resolution is an order of magnitude worse than 3M, it is still better than nothing! Little Yuyue, come to my hand quickly! I will never dislike you again!

If it doesn't work, you might as well give me a potato chip tube... I can't publish top journals, but at least I can use it as a stethoscope!

On the first day of time travel, Gretel burst into tears for the umpteenth time.

The sadness is so great.

He had to hold back and comfort the wounded: "Uncle Karen, don't worry. When your intestines growl, you can drink some water..."

"What about eating?"

"This won't work! This really won't work! Uncle, please bear with it a little longer. When you're all healed, I'll make delicious food myself!"

"Little Grete, you want to poison me!" Captain Cullen laughed.

Gretel: "..."

Don't look down on people! Just because the original owner’s cooking tastes bad, it doesn’t mean that my cooking tastes bad too!

We must find a chance to avenge our shame! Avenge!

However, it is impossible to avenge the shame now. Grete held his breath and listened hard for a while, but could not hear the "gurgling" bowel sounds. He straightened up, took a few deep breaths, and comforted the injured:

"Uncle Karen, you can't drink water yet. If you bear with it a little longer, I estimate it will be two or three days at most. If you are really thirsty, come here and moisten your lips with a piece of cloth dipped in water..."

After resting, we continued on our way. Due to the delay in fighting and healing, when they arrived at the farm where they camped, it was already dark. Grete followed the team out of the woods, and in the distance he saw the brightly lit farm lights, illuminating all the houses.

"Strange, so many lights..."

Vali, the shield warrior walking in front, muttered. As they got closer, everyone suddenly realized: there was a luxurious carriage parked quietly on the threshing floor outside the farm yard, which was completely incompatible with the simple and simple environment of the farm.

Dark walnut body. The sides and back are inlaid with silver ornaments in the shape of daffodils. In the center of the petals, a large sapphire is dazzling under the light.

At first glance, it seems that only rich people can sit here. ——No, it’s not just the rich. Look at that emblem, it must be a noble, right?

Grete immediately led the team to turn around. The young priest John was also born as a commoner. He had just become a priest's apprentice and did not want to provoke the nobles. He followed the team around and didn't say a single unnecessary word.

The farm was quite large, with several houses forming a low and irregular complex; the houses were surrounded by a fence, all made of pointed wooden stakes planted one by one in the ground. The distance between the two wooden stakes is no more than a fist-width apart. It is obvious that the owner pays great attention to defense.

The team walked along the outer edge of the fence to the back door. The owner picked them up and led them around to the kitchen. The farmer here turned out to be a captain of the city guard and was very familiar with Captain Cullen. When he saw that he was injured, he was shocked and asked everyone to ask questions:

"Why are you hurt?"

"Oh, my life was saved, okay, okay! Let's have something to eat. We have distinguished guests here today, and there's mutton soup stewed in the kitchen!"

"What? You can't eat it yet?...Okay, the others, eat more!"

The kitchen was busy arranging dinner, and Gretel stood outside the door leading to the hall, quietly peeking in. The hall is long and wide, but the height is extremely short, which is very disproportionate to the area. The ground was tamped firmly, and the ground was grayish white. It was obviously made of local lime mixed with soil.

The inner quarter was built into an additional earthen platform, which was one level higher than the outside. A table was placed across it, covered with a natural tablecloth. Another dining table, which is longer and shorter than it, extends from the center of the earthen platform to the entrance of the hall, forming a T-shape with the table on the earthen platform. The table below was very rough, and the wood on the top was almost unplaned. It was obviously for the use of helpers and low-level people.

Grete remembered seeing this kind of table arrangement in movies and documentaries in his previous life: Oxford, Cambridge, those historic colleges, and "Harry Potter" all had this arrangement.

The banquet at the main table is over. A young priest in his early twenties was drinking wine slowly. There was a dazzling array of knives and forks in front of the priest. When Grete poked his head out, the first thing he saw was the shiny light blue silk robe on the priest.

Sitting under the priest was a knight with shining armor and an unsheathed sword at hand. The cups and plates on the long table below were in a mess, and half of the escorting soldiers had dispersed. There were also a few half-grown men wearing burlap waistcoats, who looked like farm workers, gobbling down the food.

"What are you looking at?"

A generous slap on the shoulder. Grete turned around, Brother Raymond smiled mischievously, and looked over his shoulder into the hall:

"Oh, he is the priest of the spring goddess. - Did you see, this is the treatment of a serious healer, carriage, silk robe, silver bowl and silver plate, wine... Little Grete, don't worry, you will have it soon too! "