Chapter 1 Help me up! I can still sew!
Chapter 1 Help me up! I can still sew!
Wu Zhou, deputy director of the emergency department, woke up from a coma and felt like someone was patting him.
”Little Gretel, little Gretel…”
the man shouted while patting. Wu Zhou reluctantly opened his eyes, and everything in front of him was pitch black. The guy who called him didn’t stop, and slapped him to no avail. He grabbed his shoulders and shook him back and forth:
”Little Gretel, wake up! How are you?”
Wu Zhou shook his head in response to the man’s force, and then I found myself lying face down, with my face seemingly buried in the soil. Taking a breath, the smell of blood, earth, and God knows what kind of strange smell filled his nose and mouth.
”Cough cough cough cough…”
He arched his back reflexively and coughed desperately. While coughing, I roared in my heart:
Who settled him? Why do you let him lie down like this? Don’t you know that a comatose person cannot lie prone? Aspiration of vomit can cause suffocation!
When they come back, they must be punished to practice first aid ten times!
No, twenty times!
Wu Zhou suffered from an occupational disease and secretly criticized the unreliable nurses, interns and residents. After finishing the review in one breath, he raised his head with tears in his eyes, looked around, and was shocked on the spot.
What about shadowless lights?
What about the operating table?
What about the flat car?
What about the doctors and nurses in white uniforms, running around with their feet at their feet?
Where is the hospital?
The surgical building is gone, as is the laminar flow operating room. It was replaced by a low, dilapidated house with stone walls, a thatched roof, and the cracks in the walls were randomly filled with soil. A half-person-high circle was built beside the wall. There was an empty mud field inside, with a few rotten grass sticking out…
What the hell is this?
Am I not in emergency rescue?
Wu Zhou felt his head buzzing, his body went limp, and he almost fell down on the spot. He only remembered that he had been busy since nine in the morning and was busy until four in the morning. He had just completed a major emergency operation. After the spleen was cut, the liver was sutured, and the intestines were repaired, after the big work was done, there was no active bleeding, and the assistant was asked to suture, and then everything went dark…
”Little Grete, are you feeling better?”
Wu Zhou turned around stiffly. Looking over his head, his pupils slowly focus. The person holding him and shaking him was a strong red-haired man with a high nose and deep eyes, a typical Western appearance. Wearing a torn linen waistcoat, his two bulging arms were exposed, and he was holding a bow in his hand.
The waistcoat is not so much a piece of clothing as it is a rectangular piece of cloth folded in half and sewed, leaving two slits under the armpits and a hole in the top. The collar and cuffs were all tangled with threads, and there were no hems at all. They were so dirty that their true colors could not be seen.
…The only thing that can be seen is that the linen is extremely sparse, and the medical gauze in the operating room is stronger than it.
Wu Zhou looked down at himself.
Same linen.
Same style waistcoat.
The same style… uh, my pair of shoes seems to have more exposed toes than his?
For a moment, Wu Zhou’s eyesight went dark again, and he really wanted to faint on the spot.
Why did you throw me here? The wounded I rescued before were revived! At least, before I fainted, my vital signs were still stable and the surgery was successful…
let me go back!
I want to participate in the emergency rescue!
Unfortunately, no god heard his prayer. The emergency rescue team arrived – about ten steps away, a series of sharp exclamations broke out:
”Help -”
”Captain – Captain -”
”Oops – the intestines are leaking out!”
Wu Zhou instantly Forgot all the complaints. Just like every time he heard a cry for help, he ran after the sound without thinking:
”Here it comes!”
However, someone ran faster than him – or, in other words, was closer. Wu Zhou rushed halfway out of breath, and already saw a man kneeling beside the injured, with his head lowered and muttering something unknown.
Immediately afterwards, a ray of white light shot out from the man’s clasped hands and fell straight on the injured person.
In the white light, the bloody wounds began to heal visibly to the naked eye.
Wuzhou brakes urgently!
What did I see?
”Time-lapse photography tells you this is how wounds heal”?
”On the promotion effect of high-energy particle rays on wound healing”?
What the hell, the wound started to heal when a ray of white light went out…
By the way, this thing is…
a healing technique!
Two memories jumped out at the same time. One part belongs to Wu Zhou and comes from the countless novels, games, and animations he has read before; the other part belongs to the original owner of this body. In any case, the two memories came to the same conclusion:
the healing technique, calling on the power of God, achieves the therapeutic effect. Even the lowest level of healing spell can heal small wounds immediately, and when upgraded to the highest level, it can even bring the dead back to life…
So, the person who is casting the healing spell is the priest?
Wu Zhou glanced quickly. The priest who was kneeling to pray was actually the best-dressed among them:
he was wearing a light brown linen robe, with the front falling to the ground and the back covering his calves. The collar and cuffs are carefully hemmed, and in the middle of the chest, a thin dark brown line runs in a circle, outlining the shape of a shield.
emmmm…
The level of spellcasters is indeed relatively high…
Wu Zhou complained silently and turned to the injured. The injured person was a strong man in his thirties or forties with brown hair, brown eyes and a messy beard. His equipment was better than others, at least he had a piece of leather armor, but unfortunately it couldn’t protect him. A large hole was torn open in the belly of the leather armor, and a large amount of blood-soaked intestines fell out of it.
Comparatively speaking, the multiple bleeding places on the arms and legs were not considered serious injuries.
The injured man was leaning against the tree stump, his eyes half open and half closed, and he was about to fall into coma. A young man who somewhat resembled the injured kneeled beside the injured, shivering and looking at the wound with expectant eyes –
the hideous valgus, uneven skin, as if it had been torn out by something. The wound squirmed, shrank, closed, shortened in length, and the blood flow gradually slowed down…
Wu Zhou’s eyes lit up. The healing techniques in this world are really interesting and the results are immediate! It would be great if he could have healing skills to help him during the operation…
Before he could finish thinking about it, the white light… was gone.
The abdominal wound that had only healed for a short period, with the intestines still exposed, remained silent.
Wu Zhou: “…”
Pastor: “…”
The face of the man kneeling next to the injured person instantly darkened. He held the intestines that had fallen out of the injured person in his hands, and stared at the priest eagerly for a moment. Seeing that he worked hard again and again, and chanted again and again, but no white light appeared in his hands, he finally couldn’t help shouting:
”Keep going! – Please do it again! The captain’s injuries are serious!”
”I…I can’t survive!” The priest was not very young, only fifteen or sixteen years old. His face was red at the moment and he was on the verge of tears. When someone yelled at him, the freckles on his face seemed to bulge:
”I’m just an apprentice! I can’t save him…”
The young man’s eyes quickly turned gray. He lowered his head in despair, his hands trembling, holding the injured person’s intestines and stuffing them back –
”Don’t move!”
Wu Zhou shouted. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized something was wrong: the language he shouted was not Chinese, not English, or any of the ones he had learned before, but he could speak it anyway. Even the shouting of those people just now was in a language he had never heard before, and he could understand it!
what happens?
Wu Zhou was at a loss. However, after taking one look at the injured, he put all his doubts behind him: when someone was injured, it was the emergency doctor’s call to arms. Even if the sky collapses, the ground sinks, the sun explodes, and everyone travels through time, he still has to wait until he has completed the rescue and the wounded are out of danger!
He continued to shout: “Don’t put it back! Is there a clean bowl? – No? Then hold it! Don’t move!”
I have opened a new book, please continue to support me!
(End of chapter)
