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    ## Chapter 70: Reinforcements Arrive

    One man, facing 29 injured. Two with black markings, already lost their breath and heartbeat; three with red markings, have a heartbeat and breath, but are in a coma and need immediate rescue; five with yellow markings, no life-threatening danger, but need treatment as soon as possible…

    He needed help!

    Not the kind of help that the War God Temple could provide, a temporary team assembled for a single surgery! He needed internal medicine, surgery, anesthesiology, testing, imaging, nursing, in short, a team that had received a complete medical education!

    Gretel really wished he could just cast a large-scale healing spell. A rain of light, and everyone would immediately recover, bouncing back to life.

    But, not to mention that he had only seen this in web novels, even if this world really had such a spell, his level wasn’t high enough to cast it.

    What to do?

    How could he live up to the profession of doctor, how could he save the most patients?

    Gretel took a deep breath, then another deep breath. Years of emergency room rescue experience helped him quickly calm down and look around.

    His eyes moved from the red zone where the injured were unconscious, to the yellow zone where groans and cries echoed, then to the black zone where some might still be saved, and some might have already lost hope. In a trance, he felt as if he had split into two halves:

    One half was concerned and compassionate, willing to do anything to rescue all the patients;

    The other half was calm and detached, overlooking the entire scene, coldly assessing the order of rescue and the probability of success.

    Who to save?

    Who to give up on?

    ——Save lives first, then treat illnesses.

    Emergency doctors never fought alone, never were lone heroes.

    To keep the patients alive, maintain their vital signs, delay, delay, until the reinforcements arrived – in the hospital, it was colleagues from other departments, here, it was pastors from various temples –

    29 injured, who was the most dangerous? Who would die immediately without rescue? Who, even if left alone, could be delayed for at least an hour?

    Gretel immediately made a decision. He walked quickly inside, pointing to the injured in the green zone:

    “Give them each a cup of hot water, add some sugar and salt, sit down and drink it, don’t move around. Tell them, the pastor will be here soon.”

    “I’m here!”

    As soon as he finished speaking, a pastor crashed in. Gretel looked up, he recognized the man, it was a pastor apprentice from the War God Temple, with about the same skill as Little John, they were pretty much neck and neck. The young pastor looked around, then ran over:

    “Gretel, what do I do!”

    “You and John go to the yellow zone!” Gretel shouted back: “Watch the injured there, if there’s any bleeding that hasn’t stopped, stop it immediately! I taught you how to stop bleeding!”

    “Okay!”

    The young pastor turned and left. Gretel shouted after him: “Where are the others?”

    “I don’t know! I met them on the street!”

    The arrival of the main force on the battlefield was still a long way off. Gretel shrugged, quickened his pace and passed through the yellow zone, taking the opportunity to confirm the bleeding control situation.

    Good luck, the city guard soldiers didn’t know medicine, but they were good at following orders, everywhere he drew a line, a tourniquet was tied. Even luckier, the shop that took in the injured happened to be a restaurant, the owner had dived into the back kitchen, busying himself boiling hot water.

    Hmm… That way, if we need to do surgery later, at least the instruments can be boiled… Gretel thought to himself, his steps never stopped, heading straight for the red zone.

    There were only three injured in the red zone. One was a young man, his head was bleeding profusely, but it seemed like there was no longer any significant bleeding, and there were no visible wounds on his body;

    The second was a middle-aged woman, her face was pale, she curled up into a ball, there were multiple footprints on her body, especially on her abdomen;

    The third was an old man, his legs had multiple fractures, his whole body was lying in a pool of blood, his breath was weak.

    Just a glance, and the former deputy director of the emergency department had already made his judgments in his heart.

    The young man, highly suspected of having a skull injury, pay attention to keeping his airway open, monitor his vital signs;

    The middle-aged woman, highly suspected of having serious internal organ injuries, recommended abdominal puncture, ultrasound, CT, and if necessary, exploratory laparotomy – oh, none of these conditions are available, sorry.

    The old man, highly suspected of having a fracture causing a large artery rupture, recommended immediate hemostasis.

    Gretel scanned them and immediately identified the order of urgency. Skull injuries and abdominal injuries couldn’t be solved with existing medical forces, he could only hope that stronger pastors might have a way; but a large artery bleeding was something he was good at handling –

    “You!” He turned to the volunteer next to the young man:

    “Turn his head to the side, sideways, pay attention, if he vomits, clean it up immediately, don’t let him choke on it. Open his mouth and clean it if necessary, understand?”

    The volunteer nodded. Gretel’s gaze continued to sweep over the middle-aged woman, without speaking; then he looked at the old man, approaching quickly, while raising his voice:

    “Get a sharp knife! The thinner the better, the faster the better!”

    “Coming!”

    A city guard immediately sent a knife over. Gretel didn’t even bother with disinfecting it, he sliced open the fracture wound with a knife –

    “Ah!!!”

    The old man screamed. Gretel frowned, intense pain would cause the adrenaline to surge, which would in turn lead to a rapid increase in blood pressure, leading to cardiac arrest, cerebral hemorrhage, and a series of complications – no way he was going to be that unlucky, right?

    Unlucky or not, there was nothing he could do! Without anesthetics, no anesthetic spells or divine techniques, this was the only way!

    Gretel gritted his teeth and sped up, exposing the ends of the broken blood vessels. Then he threw a healing spell at it. – Suturing wasn’t an option, using Mage’s Hand to clamp it, he didn’t have that much time to watch. He could only throw a healing spell.

    Let the blood vessel close up on its own first, consider the rest later when setting the bone!

    This approach was quite unorthodox, both from the perspective of a surgeon and a pastor. But Gretel couldn’t afford to think about it: nothing was more important than human life. His knife danced in his hand, he continuously treated several large blood vessels, there was a rumble outside, and two more pastors rushed in.

    “Little Gretel! Do you need any help?”

    One was wearing a long red and yellow vertical stripe dress, the other wearing a light brown shirt, both wearing flower wreaths on their heads, it was a pair of natural god worshippers. Gretel’s eyes lit up:

    “Joanna! Anthony! You’re just in time!”

    Gretel had met these two at the New Moon Night gathering. The man was third-level, the woman fourth-level, both higher than him by more than one level. Gretel shouted loudly:

    “Joanna! Where’s your eagle! Can you send it out to call people! We need pastors! Lots of pastors! – Call them, then come and see the two with black markings! If they’re both dead, come and help!”

    “Okay!”

    Joanna turned and left. As she walked, she tore off a piece of red cloth from her dress. After a while, there was an eagle’s cry outside, Joanna tied the red cloth to the eagle’s claw, touched its feathers:

    “Good boy, fly low! Circle in the air, let everyone see, and then guide them! It’s up to you, bring everyone here!”

    She earnestly instructed her companion, Anthony had already rushed to the black zone, observing the injured. Soon he shouted: “The little girl is still alive!” In a short while, another shout came: “The other one is still breathing!”

    “Keep them alive! I’m coming!” Gretel shouted back. He sped up and finished treating the old man, outside the footsteps were hurried, and three more pastors rushed in:

    “Where are the injured? What do you need us to do?”

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