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    Chapter 10: I’ll Do What Healing Techniques Can’t!

    A carriage, silk robes, silver bowls and plates, wine? I’ll have it all soon enough, no need to rush.

    Gretel chuckled wryly.

    Is being a doctor about the benefits? If it was, why would I be stuck in the ER, working my way up from resident to deputy director, for over a decade? Day and night, three big night shifts a week, my heart racing at 180 every time I hear the siren of an ambulance?

    And it’s one of the poorest departments in the whole hospital—no need to talk about the salary, it’s just too sad.

    Why wouldn’t I transfer to a different department if it were about the benefits? Why wouldn’t I jump ship?

    Orthopedics, doesn’t that sound good?

    Oncology, doesn’t that sound good?

    Private hospitals, doesn’t that sound good?

    Not to mention now…

    What kind of benefits could this damn other world offer?

    First-class seats? High-speed rail first-class seats? Air conditioning? Cell phones? Online novels, web comics, Bilibili, Douyin?

    This godforsaken place doesn’t even have a flush toilet!

    He shrugged, trying to crack a joke, but was interrupted before he could even speak. A scream erupted in the hall. A peasant woman rushed in carrying a limp child, heading straight for the priest:

    “Save him! Please, save him!”

    A patient!

    Gretel bolted towards them.

    He was fast, but the experienced warriors were faster. Brother Raymond, the archer Ton, the spearman Wally, all followed him and ran past him, one after another.

    By the time Gretel arrived, a large crowd had already gathered. The young priest was kneeling with his hands clasped in front of his chest, looking down at the child lying in the peasant woman’s arms, a faint, pure white light silently descending as he chanted softly.

    No reaction.

    The seven or eight year old boy lay limply in the woman’s arms, showing no signs of improvement. The white light fell, the child forcefully threw back his head, struggling to take a breath.

    A raspy, hollow wheezing sound, distinct even through the crowd, reached Gretel’s ears.

    In an instant, Gretel’s hair stood on end.

    Wheezing! It’s wheezing! That sound, so loud, audible even through the crowd, indicated a very critical condition!

    He pushed his way through the crowd. He barely managed to stick his head in when he saw the boy’s face turning purple, his limbs flailing wildly. With each time the child threw his head back and inhaled, the skin above and below the clavicle, and below the neck, centered on the two clavicle bones, caved in.

    The suprasternal notch, the supraclavicular fossa, and the intercostal spaces were all sinking in, the “three-sign” sign!

    Airway soft tissue retraction!

    Not to mention the obvious wheezing, this was—laryngeal obstruction, at least third degree, no, judging by the child’s condition, it was already fourth degree!

    The child was already suffocating, if he didn’t receive effective treatment, he would die of hypoxia in a matter of minutes!

    The Healing Technique was ineffective, and the priest was quite surprised. He knelt down, carefully examining the struggling, suffering boy, and began chanting again.

    This time, the Divine Technique that descended was different. It had a faint blue watery light mixed with the white, washing over the boy’s body. From head to toe, then toe to head.

    “It’s a Detoxifying Technique…”

    Gretel heard someone say next to him.

    But the Detoxifying Technique was still ineffective. The boy’s struggle grew weaker, sweat dripping from his forehead and face. Even the wheezing grew fainter—

    The child with the laryngeal obstruction was running out of breath.

    Gretel could wait no longer.

    Healing Technique, Detoxifying Technique, various Divine Techniques, there were also problems that they couldn’t solve—or rather, the Divine Techniques mastered by the priest in front of him couldn’t solve these problems. So, I’ll do it!

    He snatched the child from the terrified peasant woman, and laid him face-up on the ground. With a quick pull, he ripped off his shirt, rolled it into a ball, and stuffed it behind the child’s neck. Then he knelt and spun around, quickly drawing a dagger from Brother Raymond’s waist!

    “What are you doing!”

    “Little Gretel!”

    “Stop him! Stop him!”

    Screams erupted from all around him.

    Gretel didn’t look up, his left hand rested on the center of the child’s neck, slightly shifting downwards, gently stroking.

    Okay, this is the thyroid cartilage, this is the cricoid cartilage. The child, although smaller than an adult, with a shorter neck, doesn’t have an Adam’s apple yet, but this is just a matter of location, it won’t be a problem for him!

    He is, after all, the deputy director of the ER department of the First People’s Hospital in H Province, with over a decade of clinical experience!

    His index finger and middle finger separated, fixed on the skin on either side of the cricothyroid membrane, his right hand holding the dagger, vertically downwards, he stabbed!

    “Ah—“

    The peasant woman’s scream, along with the blood from the child’s neck, spurted out.

    Don’t rush over, don’t rush over—Gretel kept his eyes fixed on the child in front of him, concentrating on the feeling of the tip of the knife piercing in, silently chanting to himself. Don’t rush over at this moment, give me a second, really, I just need a second!

    He applied a little more pressure. The tip of the knife sank in, stopped slightly, then he felt a slight sense of looseness under his hand—apparently, the dagger had pierced through the cricothyroid membrane and reached the larynx. Wu Zhou pulled the dagger out without hesitation, flinging it out.

    A hissing sound of air rushed out. Gretel relaxed his whole body: Cricothyroidotomy was complete, the airway was open, the emergency treatment, successful!

    He had successfully pulled the child back from the brink of death by suffocation.

    As he relaxed, he suddenly felt weak all over, his whole body aching. A large amount of adrenaline had been secreted, high-energy phosphate bonds had hydrolyzed and broken, releasing a large amount of energy like a typhoon passing through, leaving a trail of ADP and phosphate. Gretel was all too familiar with this feeling, after every major emergency rescue in his previous life, he felt this kind of exhaustion that made him want to collapse.

    Next…although the trouble was still ahead, at least, he had saved the child’s life from the jaws of death!

    As he relaxed, a white light flashed in front of his eyes. Before Gretel could make out what it was, his chest suddenly felt a sharp pain, and he involuntarily flew backwards. He tumbled head over heels, rolling from the earthen platform down to the bottom.

    The roll was extremely clumsy, not only his shoulder, legs, elbows, and knees were burning with pain, but even one of his shoes came off. Gretel propped himself up on his hand, his head spinning as he looked up, seeing the knight who had been sitting under the priest, standing by the child, his left foot had just been withdrawn.

    This…he kicked me down…?

    He was about to ask, when he noticed the priest bending down, chanting softly. The pale blue priestly robe rippled under the candlelight, his clear eyes fixed on the child, with a serene mind.

    “Don’t move!”

    Gretel yelled. The priest ignored him, his lips moved slightly, his fingertips emitted a faint white light. In his urgency, Gretel grabbed the shoe on the ground and threw it with all his might.

    “Pa!”

    The shoe flew out, missing the priest’s robe by a hair. However, the priest was startled, taking a step back, the white light at his fingertips silently extinguished. The knight beside him was filled with anger, his unsheathed sword raised again, straight at Gretel:

    “You!”

    As soon as the knight roared, the warriors brought by the temple jumped to their feet from the long table behind them. These people were far more powerful than the city guards, and with a single glance, Gretel was twisted by the arm and pressed hard to the ground.

    The knight walked towards him slowly. Gretel didn’t bother with him, he stretched his neck as far as he could, and yelled over the knight’s legs to the priest:

    “Don’t heal him! Do you want him to suffocate to death!”

    “—What are you saying?”

    “What are you saying!”

    The two voices were simultaneous. The priest was questioning, the knight was angrily interrogating. Gretel struggled to raise his head and yelled again:

    “His throat is blocked! I made an incision in his neck to let him breathe! If you heal that incision, won’t he suffocate to death!!!”

    The priest was stunned. He bent down and carefully examined the struggling child on the platform, seeing that the child’s complexion had changed from purple to normal, he murmured softly:

    “There’s some truth to that. —Let him go!”

    The collection is growing so slowly T_T

    Please collect, please recommend, please invest… The contract should be ready tomorrow, in another two or three days the status will be changed, don’t miss the first node of earnings!

    (End of Chapter)

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