It can’t be that hard to open a hospital in another world, right? 6
by adminChapter 6: I Can Use Healing Technique? Wait, I Haven’t Removed the Stitches Yet!!!
Can he survive?
Grett was stunned. Then, more memories, belonging to the original owner, flooded into his mind like a tide:
“He” knelt in front of the man’s body, crying bitterly. Uncle Kalen knelt beside him, holding his shoulders tightly: “Little Grett, don’t be afraid! Uncle will take care of you, no one will bully you!”
“He” held a short wooden sword and swung it with all his might. Uncle Kalen stood opposite him, holding a sword, his voice stern: “Your posture is wrong! Do it again!”
“He” huddled in the hut, chewing on hard black bread, Uncle Kalen pushed the door open and pulled him away: “Little Grett! Come to Uncle’s house! Your Aunt Eileen has cooked meat soup!”
…That was Uncle Kalen, who took care of me after my father died in battle…
Grett looked at Uncle Kalen’s pale face and couldn’t speak for a moment. He subconsciously clasped his hands together in front of his chest, in a posture that looked like prayer, or like avoiding contamination of his hands before surgery:
“…I don’t know.” He said softly, “I don’t know…”
The surgery was indeed finished. The patient, Uncle Kalen, was also temporarily out of danger. However, this did not mean that everything was alright. There were still many, many problems with the patient’s recovery.
The wound was simply stitched together with hemp thread. There were no antibiotics, no blood transfusions. Not to mention, he had never washed his hands, just reached in and grabbed the patient’s liver…
Except for the already healed liver, the entire surgery was just a small operation in Wu Zhou’s eyes. In their hospital, apart from the most dangerous liver rupture rescue, the rest wouldn’t require him to do anything. A senior doctor could do it smoothly.
The postoperative risks were also minimal. Staying in the hospital for a few days of observation, using antibiotics to suppress the infection would be enough. There was no need for an ICU to deal with the aftermath.
But now, just infection and blood loss could make the patient die.
Even if he survived those two hurdles, there was still intestinal adhesion, intestinal torsion, nausea and vomiting, hiccups, abdominal distension, urinary retention… a series of all kinds of complications…
Any one of these, if unlucky, could take the patient’s life.
And he… had no way.
No antibiotics, no drainage tubes, no X-rays, ultrasound, CT scans, no various laboratory tests, and no targeted drugs. If Uncle Kalen really developed complications, he, as a doctor, would be helpless.
Seeing that he didn’t answer for a long time, everyone present looked worried. Raymond, Uncle Kalen’s nephew, was particularly anxious. He stepped forward and reached out to grab Wu Zhou’s shoulder:
“You don’t know? Little Grett, do you have no way?”
The pleading, anxious tone was exactly the same as the family members of patients he had seen in the emergency room. Grett slowly shook his head:
“If I could, I hope he gets better quickly—”
Before he could finish speaking, a pure white light shot out from between Grett’s clasped palms, landing directly on the patient’s abdomen.
Under the illumination of the white light, the wound, which had just been sutured with hemp thread and normally would take at least ten days to heal, was rapidly healing.
“Whoa ah ah ah!”
A chorus of exclamations. Pastor Johannes Littlejohn yelled the loudest: “Healing Technique! It’s Healing Technique! Grett, you can use Healing Technique?!”
Grett: !!!
No, no, no!
Grow slowly! Please, slow down a little!
I haven’t removed the stitches yet ah ah ah ah ah!
He didn’t have time to be surprised or happy that the patient was saved. He was already rushing forward in the white light of the Healing Technique. His right hand wielded a short dagger, one by one, he pried open the hemp threads exposed on the skin. His left hand pulled, pulled, pulled, pulled, pulled—
Remove the stitches! Remove the stitches! Do it before the wound heals completely, before the white light fades away!
If left alone, the sutures would stay there, taking up space, which could easily lead to wound infection!
Remove them, remove them quickly, remove them while the wound is still not firm. The patient would suffer less, and the fading Healing Technique might even rub off a little…
Grett held his breath and focused, using the fastest speed he had ever had. His right hand flew with the blade, his left thumb and forefinger gently picked, his two hands combined, almost leaving an afterimage above the patient’s abdomen—
The emergency room was a place where he was constantly fighting against death. Sutured the spleen, sutured the liver, sutured blood vessels, which one didn’t require him to fly with the needle, wishing he could have an APM of 764. But he never imagined that one day, removing a few stitches would require his hand speed to reach this level.
The tenth thread! Right side of the rectus abdominis incision, stitches removed!
The eighteenth thread! Right upper abdomen stitches removed!
The twenty-seventh! — Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!
Done!
The white light slowly faded. The two incisions, one vertical and one horizontal, disappeared completely, as if they had never existed. Not only that, the patient even slowly opened his eyes and tried to sit up—
“Captain!”
“Captain, you are alright!”
Several soldiers cheered and rushed forward. Grett was completely out of his mind. He immediately rushed forward, spread his arms and held the man tightly:
“Don’t touch him! —You lie down! Lie down!”
Oh my god! The surface is healed, but who knows if it’s completely healed inside?
I just sutured three layers of the abdominal wall! The superficial fascia inside and the peritoneum even deeper, who knows if they have healed! What if he gets up and tears the incision open again—
Not to mention the rectus abdominis was also cut, the ruptured greater omentum that he didn’t suture at all, there were wounds everywhere. Whether they have healed or not, Wu Zhou had no idea. This was a wilderness, he couldn’t push him to get an MRI—
Even if he wasn’t in the wilderness, there would be nowhere to do it. He transmigrated! He transmigrated ah!
Pressed by Grett like this, Captain Kalen couldn’t resist. With a thud, he lay back down. He was lying down, but his head was raised forcefully, staring straight at the other person, his eyes filled with shock:
“Little Grett, you… you?”
Grett’s heart skipped a beat. Putting himself in his shoes, anyone who saw their own child, who they had watched grow up, suddenly able to cut open people’s stomachs, able to use needle and thread to sew flesh, would be shocked. But how could he explain?!
Ignore him?
Pretend to be clueless?
This was Uncle Kalen, who had been taking care of the original owner ever since his father died in battle. He had to give him an explanation to put his mind at ease.
Grett’s head was buzzing, as if there was a hard drive inside, spinning at 7200 revolutions per minute. Information retrieval, data integration, in a hurry, an unusual piece of information was highlighted, boldened, and decisively placed at the top of his mind:
Right, that white light that just shot out from his palm and promoted wound healing…
It was exactly the same as the one the little priest released earlier, it was Healing Technique!
Healing Technique = Divine Technique = God’s Support = God told him to do it!
The logic is sound, perfect!
Grett blurted out:
“Uncle Kalen, don’t worry, I— I received divine revelation!”
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