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    Chapter 9: The Treatment of a Proper Healer Is That Good?

    They had been out of the city on patrol for a day and a half. It was clearly not suitable to return to the city. Fortunately, according to the original owner’s memory, they would reach a large farm after a dozen miles. The group lifted the stretcher and continued on. When they left the farmhouse, Grett was extra careful. He took a detour and looked at the place where the wild dogs had torn apart the body. His heart sank:

    It was a grave. It was buried very shallow, just a two-foot deep pit, with stones piled around the edge. At this moment, the body that had been buried was half exposed outside the grave.

    They came in a hurry and lacked tools. They could only continue on. After crossing a mountain ridge, everyone sat down to rest and drink water. Captain Kalen also sat up from the stretcher:

    “Grett, give me some water…”

    As expected… Grett breathed a sigh of relief. In his previous life, before and after abdominal surgery, he would explain various common sense to the patient and their families. Here, the normal process was completely disrupted, and only he himself rolled up his sleeves:

    “No, you can’t eat anything now! You can’t even drink water! – Really thirsty? Even if you’re really thirsty, you can’t!”

    “Then… when can I drink water?”

    Grett: “…”

    According to the standard, 2~3 days after surgery, when the gastrointestinal tract resumes peristalsis and passes gas, you can have liquid food. But most of the time, intestinal peristalsis stops due to anesthesia, and a small part is due to surgical trauma. This surgery was done without anesthesia from beginning to end. Although the intestines were injured, the healing potion was applied, and they healed quickly…

    So, how long will it take for the peristalsis to recover?

    Surgery, physiology, textbooks, various papers. European Society for Parenteral and Enteral Nutrition, American Society for Parenteral and Enteral Nutrition published guidelines, one version after another. Countless references were flipping through Grett’s mind.

    In front of him, Uncle Kalen was eagerly anticipating. Around him, the surrounding warriors were staring intently.

    One second, two seconds, three seconds…

    In the afternoon sun of early summer, a drop of cold sweat slid down Grett’s back.

    For nearly a hundred years, no one has done intestinal surgery without anesthesia. There is no theoretical basis, no experimental data. What can you use to judge the fasting time?

    Your knees?

    He could only use the most primitive method! Grett gritted his teeth, knelt down on one knee, propped himself up with his hands, and leaned down:

    “Uncle Kalen, don’t worry, I’ll listen!”

    He lifted the leather armor and clothes covering the injured man, turned his head, and pressed his ear against Captain Kalen’s abdomen. The sour, pungent smell of sweat mixed with the smell of blood hit him in the face. Grett leaned back. He almost fainted.

    Ah, why isn’t there a stethoscope?

    The 3M stethoscope he bought with his hard-earned money! The little red cutie!

    The Yu Yue stethoscope issued by his hospital! Even though the price was only one-tenth of 3M’s, the clarity was a level worse than 3M’s. But it’s better than nothing! Little Yu Yue, come to me! I won’t dislike you anymore!

    If it really doesn’t work, give me a potato chip can… I can’t publish in top journals, but I can at least use it as a stethoscope!

    On the first day of transmigration, Grett cried for the countless times.

    The sadness is so great.

    He had to suppress his tears and comfort the injured: “Uncle Kalen, don’t worry. When your intestines start gurgling, you can have some water…”

    “What about eating?”

    “That’s not allowed! It’s really not allowed! Uncle, you have to endure it. When you’re fully recovered, I’ll cook something delicious for you!”

    “Grett, are you trying to poison me?” Captain Kalen laughed.

    Grett: “…”

    Don’t underestimate people! The original owner’s cooking was bad, it doesn’t mean that I’m bad at cooking too!

    I must find an opportunity to take revenge! Revenge!

    But now revenge is impossible. Grett held his breath and listened carefully for a while, but he still couldn’t hear the “gurgling” sound of bowel sounds. He stood up, took a few deep breaths, and reassured the injured man:

    “Uncle Kalen, you still can’t drink water now. Hold on, I estimate it will be at most two or three days. If you’re really thirsty, come, use a cloth to dip water and moisten your lips…”

    After resting, they continued on their way. Because of the battle and the healing, they were delayed. By the time they reached the farm where they were to camp, it was already pitch black. Grett followed the team out of the forest. From afar, he saw the farm lit up, with all the houses brightly illuminated.

    “Strange, so many lights…”

    The shield warrior Vali, who was walking in front, muttered. As they got closer, everyone realized. A luxurious carriage stood quietly on the threshing ground outside the farmhouse courtyard. It was completely out of sync with the simple and rudimentary environment of the farm.

    The body of the carriage was dark walnut wood. The sides and rear were inlaid with silver ornaments in the shape of daffodils. A large sapphire in the center of the petals shimmered brilliantly in the light.

    It’s obviously the kind of carriage only rich people can ride. — No, it’s not just rich people, look at the emblem. This must be a nobleman!

    Grett immediately led the team to turn. Little Pastor Johannes was also from a commoner background. He had just become a pastor’s apprentice and didn’t want to provoke any noblemen unnecessarily. He followed the team around to the side and didn’t say a word.

    This farm was quite large, with several buildings forming a low and irregular building complex. The houses were surrounded by a fence, all of which were pointed wooden stakes, planted one after another in the ground. The distance between two stakes was only one fist wide. It was clear that the owner paid great attention to defense.

    The team walked along the outer edge of the fence to the back door. The owner came out to greet them and led them to the kitchen. This farm owner was also a small captain of the city guard, and he was very familiar with Captain Kalen. Seeing him injured, he was shocked and asked them about it:

    “How did you get injured?”

    “Oh, my life is saved, it’s okay, it’s okay! Just eat something good, there’s a noble guest today, there’s mutton soup in the kitchen!”

    “What? You can’t eat? … Okay, then the rest of you, eat more!”

    The kitchen was busy arranging dinner. Grett stood at the door leading to the hall, quietly looking inside. The hall was long and wide, but the height was very low, which was disproportionate to the area. The floor was tightly tamped, with a grayish white color, obviously made of local lime mixed with soil.

    The inner quarter was further built up into a platform, one level higher than the outside. A table was placed horizontally on it, covered with a plain tablecloth. Another table, longer and lower than it, extended from the center of the platform to the entrance of the hall, forming a T-shape with the table on the platform. The lower table was very rough, and the wooden boards of the tabletop were almost unplaned. Obviously, it was for laborers and lower people.

    Grett remembered seeing this arrangement of dining tables in movies and documentaries in his previous life: Oxford, Cambridge, those historical colleges, and in “Harry Potter,” it was arranged like this.

    The feast on the main table was over. A young priest in his twenties was leisurely sipping wine. In front of the priest, knives and forks were arranged in an array. When Grett looked up, the first thing he saw was the light blue silk robe the priest was wearing, sparkling brightly.

    A knight was sitting at the lower end of the priest. His armor was gleaming, and his unsheathed sword lay beside him. The long table below was littered with cups and plates. Half of the escorting soldiers had already dispersed. There were also a few half-grown boys wearing coarse linen shoulder straps, who looked like farm laborers, were gobbling down their food.

    “What are you looking at?”

    A broad palm slapped Grett on the shoulder. Grett turned around, and Brother Raymond smiled slyly, looking into the hall:

    “Oh, it’s a priest of the Spring Water Goddess. — You see, this is the treatment of a proper healer, a carriage, a silk robe, silver bowls and plates, wine… Don’t worry, Grett, you’ll have it too soon!”

    (End of Chapter)

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