It can’t be that hard to open a hospital in another world, right? 47

Chapter 47: Taxing the Rich, Distributing Scalpels

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the bald-headed Bishop pulled the hook with all his might. His body leaned back, his head stretched forward, trying to see every move Gretel made. He ended up bending into a “C” shape. Sir Siro couldn’t stand it anymore and stepped forward to take the hook. Then he heard Gretel shout:

“Give me some thin needles! Toothpicks will do!”

Gretel separated each muscle on the sheep’s leg and inserted toothpicks between them, marking them. Then he called everyone over:

“Baron, look. There are many muscles here. The tendon on your arm is one of them, and it’s broken – ”

He flipped the blade and sliced upwards. With a “crack,” the tendon snapped, and the entire muscle immediately contracted upwards. The silvery tendon retracted into the muscle group and disappeared.

“Now, we need to find it again…”

Gretel tilted his head, spread his hands, and pointed at the sheep’s leg. The meaning was clear:

You dig it out.

Sir Baron: “…”

Sir Frin and Sir Siro: “…”

The bald-headed Bishop leaned in and looked up and down, down and up. After staring for a while, he rolled up his sleeves and, following the muscle blocks separated by Gretel, dug in forcefully. He struggled for a long time, his hands stained with blood, but he actually found the retracted muscle. He pinched it with two fingers and pulled it out forcefully –

“Oops!” It slipped!

“Oops!” It slipped again!

On the third try, the bald-headed Bishop learned his lesson. He used two nails to firmly grip the muscle strip. A vein popped on his wrist, and with a “tear,” he tore a hole in the otherwise good leg meat.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don’t, don’t, don’t!”

Gretel couldn’t watch anymore:

“Bishop, you can’t use brute force here. You need the right tools… Someone, get some tweezers… No, do you have tweezers? No? Get two narrow, flat iron bars, and some more hooks!”

“Go get them!”

The bald-headed Bishop and several knights gave the orders simultaneously. The kitchen immediately became a flurry of activity. Within half a cup of tea time, the things Gretel needed were delivered. Although the long iron bars were uneven and the hooks were twisted by the two knights, Gretel weighed them for a long time and could only resign himself to his fate:

This will have to do…

He carefully moved the muscle strips aside, used the hook to pull it, and signaled to the two knights to pull it apart. He found the broken tendon from the depths, used two narrow, flat iron bars to clamp it tightly, and signaled to Sir Baron:

“Pull! Pull it back!”

“Hey – ”

Sir Baron’s left arm bulged, and he pulled hard. The sheep’s leg meat creaked, being pulled inch by inch. The meat strip finally didn’t tear another hole. As the broken tendon approached the other end, Gretel immediately gave the command:

“Good! Right here, steady, don’t move! – Bishop, please cast a Healing Technique to connect the two ends of the tendon!”

White light descended. A group of people huddled together to look. The tendon severed by the scalpel was indeed growing back together!

“So that’s how it’s done!”

“This is so much clearer! Old Baron, look, your tendon can be reattached like this!”

“Little Gretel, you’re amazing!”

The knights were amazed. The bald-headed Bishop went ahead and cured the sheep. He released the Binding Divine Technique. The sheep was released to the ground and ran away.

… It was limping a bit.

“Little Gretel, why is it still limping?”

“That’s why I said you need the right equipment!”

“What do you need?”

The bald-headed Bishop asked in a deep voice. Gretel’s eyes lit up.

The surgical instruments that Necromancer Lin gave him were just barely usable. The blade was wavy, the surgical scissors were dull and could only cut flowers, and there was only one hook. Vascular clamps? What are vascular clamps?

In terms of variety and precision, Gretel, with his 21st-century experience, simply couldn’t stand it.

But if he had to find someone to make them himself, Gretel weighed his wallet and felt a pang of anxiety.

He had been planning to save money and buy them one by one, but now the Temple had taken the initiative –

The Temple is wealthy!

The Temple has deep pockets!

Taxing the rich, distributing scalpels! Don’t be polite to the rich!

“It’s not something I can explain in a few words.” He looked expectantly at the bald-headed Bishop. “How about I go home and draw them for you?”

After about a meal’s time, the bald-headed Bishop looked at a large sheet of paper filled with various surgical instruments, meticulously drawn and labeled, and his eyes widened in surprise.

“What are these things?”

“The handle of the scalpel.”

“This?”

“Round blade. This is a curved blade, a triangular blade, large and small, all kinds are needed…”

“This one?”

“Vascular clamps.”

“Why are there two that look the same!”

“Oh, this isn’t a vascular clamp, it’s a needle holder. This is a fine tissue forceps, a large flat forceps, a small flat forceps. This is a mosquito forceps, this is a pointed mosquito forceps. This is a serrated scissor, a curved beveled scissor, a straight beveled scissor, this is a large curve, a medium curve, a small curve…

By the way, mosquito forceps, pointed mosquito forceps, fine tissue forceps and vascular clamps are relatively small, and blacksmiths have rough hands. It’s best to find a jeweler to make them.”

“There are so many?!”

The bald-headed Bishop was speechless. Gretel sighed:

“This is just what’s urgently needed. To get all the equipment together, it’s still a long way off…”

In every surgery, the instrument nurse would push a cart with dozens of instruments, it was simply impossible to operate without them.

Zero sense of security.

Sir Baron looked at the drawings, then at his wrist injury, and gradually lowered his head. His expression fluctuated, bright at one moment and dim the next. Finally, he clenched his fist tightly.

“I…”

Gretel had been paying attention to his expression. This kind of struggle, hesitation, and finally decisive appearance, he had seen countless times in his past life:

Those families who were short of money, when they decided whether to sell everything they had, or to go broke, to fight for a chance of healing, always acted this way, in the emergency room, at the payment window, in the lobby, constantly pacing back and forth.

At that time, he couldn’t do much. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, dozens or even hundreds of patients a day, there would always be a few who were financially disadvantaged. But this time, he could finally, help.

Gretel quickly placed his hand on Sir Baron’s shoulder. He looked up at the bald-headed Bishop, with a bright smile and a confident tone:

“Bishop, could you please make a set of these instruments? – After they are done, I will bring Sir Baron to the Temple and complete the treatment. I can also write down these diagrams and the entire treatment process in detail – ”

The bald-headed Bishop’s brows slowly relaxed. He deliberately shook his head:

“Just these?”

“Isn’t that enough?” Gretel was confident. “Bishop, there are many warriors among the followers of the War God Temple, right? How many have old injuries that can’t be healed? I don’t know, but you must know, right?”

The bald-headed Bishop nodded slightly. Indeed, just among those he knew, there were a dozen or so high-level warriors who had retired due to old injuries –

“These warriors, many of them are wealthy, right? Guess what, if they knew their old injuries could be healed and they could return to the battlefield, what would they be willing to do for the Temple? – Other Temples can’t do it, only the War God Temple can!”

“You mean, only the War God Temple?” The bald-headed Bishop was moved. Gretel spread his hands:

“I’m not interested in teaching the Spring Water Temple…”

As for the Church of the Natural God, cough, this God’s Envoy identity is fake, it’s better to avoid them altogether.

The bald-headed Bishop lowered his head and pondered. The more he thought about it, the more feasible the proposal seemed. He looked at Gretel and burst out laughing:

“You little rascal! You’re planning to earn a set of knives for free just by teaching us how to treat them?”

“Just tell me yes or no…” Gretel chuckled. The bald-headed Bishop slapped him on the shoulder:

“How could I say no?”

“Ouch – don’t hit me, what if I get hurt and there’s no one to operate?”

Taxing the rich!

Distributing scalpels!

Distributing collections, distributing recommendations, distributing investments, distributing reviews…

(End of Chapter)

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