Chapter 363: Too Old, the Necromancer Cuts People’s Hearts!

The priest who was pulled over wheezing... Gretel didn't see anyone. He first saw five stick-like fingers, withered and thin, probing the nostrils of the injured just like Gretel. Then pull back and feel the injured person's pulse.

Gretel raised his head despite his busy schedule. Oops! What race is this... this orc... from?

A dog is not like a dog, and a cat is not like a cat. If it is a minotaur - the horns on his head look a bit like it - then it is too short and too thin. He was still hunchbacked, his whole body was shivering and huddled up, his face was sad.

If this is related to the word "ox", it can only be called a snail...

No matter whether it is a snail or a beetle, it is a good cow if it can heal the wounded. But it's a pity that the old orc who was half-kneeling opposite had an extremely ugly face. He stretched his trembling hand toward the injured man's chest and tried to pull out the dagger several times, but he didn't dare to pull it out:

"The level of my healing skills is too low. Let's maintain it temporarily until the high-level healers come..."

He lowered his head and murmured. Even with [Language Proficiency], Gretel couldn't understand what he was singing, just like knowing Chinese wouldn't necessarily be able to identify the lyrics. Only waves of light red light could be seen falling on the injured person. After a while, the old priest was panting and sweating on his forehead.

"Hey, you can help too! Aren't you a priest?" shouted a young orc next to him. Gretel raised his head and glanced around, then deliberately dropped a tool to treat minor injuries, lowered his head, and continued to observe the injured:

In this room of orcs, some are like dogs, some are like cats, and some are like foxes; their complexions are dark and light, yellowish and white; their physical features are quite different from those of humans. Now let him compare them to determine whether the patient's complexion is Pale, he...

The reference objects are too complicated to judge, so I say goodbye.

Grete used more than ten years of clinical emergency experience to quickly judge the condition of the injured. The wounded man's eyes were wide open, and his gaze followed them, but he was still conscious. There was a wound on his chest, about 2cm long, with an unknown depth, and he did not dare to draw the knife for the time being. The location of the knife was just to the left of the center of the chest, in the fifth intercostal space...

How many pairs of ribs does an orc have?

Does this position hurt your heart?

Did you poke your lungs?

Gretel quickly took out the [Endless Ink Pen] and stuffed it into the orc. Inhale, concentrate, and release [Detection Magic]...

Nothing can be seen.

Uh...this is embarrassing...

[Endless Ink Pen] is a level 9 magic equipment that can observe objects five levels lower than it. This warrior is obviously of a higher level and has too much life energy. The magical aura of the [Endless Ink Pen] cannot penetrate the body of the injured...

The old priest was still chanting hard and hanging on to the injured person's vital signs. Gretel seized the moment and put his hand on the injured man's forehead, sweating;

There are blood vessels bulging high on the neck. Depending on the location, it's probably, maybe, maybe the jugular vein?

Pulse... I don’t know what the normal pulse of an orc is, but the feeling under the fingertips is shallow and fast, and it is getting faster and faster. The feeling of pressing the fingertips is the same as the feeling of weakness caused by hemorrhagic shock and sudden drop in blood pressure in the injured person in the previous life. , no difference;

Pull out the copper tube stethoscope and listen...

Thump, thump, thump. The sound of the heartbeat was weak, heavy, and vague, as if coming from a very far away place!

Precordial stab wound, not much bleeding, distended jugular veins, sudden drop in blood pressure, low and distant heart sounds - so many symptoms, all the same, all pointing to critical illness, acute cardiac tamponade!

——There is a layer of muscle outside the human heart called the pericardium. The pericardium is extremely dense and surrounds the heart, with pericardial fluid inside for lubrication. For example, now, the injured person's heart was stabbed with a knife, and he was obviously bleeding, but the pericardial muscles contracted on their own, trapping the blood in the pericardium and preventing it from flowing into the chest cavity.

With this layer of protection, the amount of heart bleeding will not be too large, and hemorrhagic shock will not quickly occur; however, if there is too much bleeding, too much blood will accumulate in the pericardial cavity, and the pressure will increase, which will compress the heart from the outside. .

When the pressure reaches a certain level and exceeds the force of myocardial pulsation, the heart will be unable to beat, causing cardiac arrest!

Without the beating of the heart, arterial blood cannot be transported to the whole body, and the patient will soon fall into a state of hypoxia. Within three to four minutes at most, brain tissue deprived of oxygen will suffer irreversible damage.

At that point, it’s useless to save him!

Grete jumped up immediately:

"Who can call the shots? Who can call the shots here!"

"Me, me, me!" three or five orcs shouted together. There were soldiers who rushed to the scene first, a brown-haired orc who dragged an old priest and shouted "Save my brother", and even a catwoman with a graceful figure. While shouting, you pushed me and I pushed you, as if rushing to answer.

Gretel had seen this situation many times in the emergency department in his previous life. There are seven sisters-in-law and eight aunts crowding the consulting room. After one person has asked the question, the other one has to ask it again; there are people who are busy digging into their pockets to collect money; there are also people who squeeze forward desperately when questioning the doctor, and when they are looking for someone to sign and pay, they gather together. Shrinking back...

There are all kinds of them, and if you spend a week in the emergency department, you can definitely get them all.

The matter is urgent and I don't want to bother with them. Gretel glanced left and right, and immediately stared at the blond orc who had the most gold jewelry on his body and the strongest chest, standing in the C position of the crowd, and said in a quick voice:

"He is dying! I may be able to save him - but only if I open his chest and touch his heart! If you allow it, I will treat it. If you don't allow it, I have no other choice but to leave!"

The solution to cardiac tamponade is not difficult—or so it seems to modern surgeons. Open the chest and make a pericardiotomy to allow blood to flow out of the pericardium. The pressure in the pericardium is relieved and the heart naturally resumes beating.

As long as all this is completed before being deprived of oxygen for four minutes, the person will be saved!

However, this treatment method is undoubtedly a crooked approach at present. Gretel would never dare to do it unless he made it clear to his family, or if he didn't make it clear to the person who could make the decision at the scene and get their consent!

Just kidding, there were about a dozen orcs present. He and Bernard, even with the dwarf Gavin, there were only three people in total. He rashly went up to someone to cut his chest open, but he was not worthy of a beating!

"What? Cesarectomy!"

There was a bang in the room. Before the blond orc could answer, several warriors started shouting loudly:

"Are you the devil?!"

"No, you are a necromancer?!"

"He's injured so badly. If you do another thoracic surgery, he'll definitely die!"

"Simon—Simon—"

The catwoman threw herself on the injured man, her face pressed against his chest, mourning deeply. Just after crying twice, a copper pipe suddenly poked down, grazed her cheek and landed on the injured man's chest. The catwoman was startled, and her claws popped out on the spot.

There was a clang, and three claw marks appeared on the outer wall of the stethoscope. Grete took back the stethoscope expressionlessly and looked up at the blond orc:

"You'd better decide quickly. His heartbeat is getting weaker and weaker and he won't last much longer."

"How long can you keep him alive?"

The blond orc suddenly spoke. But he was not asking Gretel, but the old orc on the ground. The old orc raised his head tremblingly, sweating like rain:

"No, it won't be long... I'm just a mid-level priest. I can't cure this kind of fatal injury..."

"Simon saved my life." The blond orc suddenly said. He took off a gold bracelet studded with gems and handed it to Gretel:

"If you can save him alive, I will give you whatever you want. But if you kill him -"

Gretel stood up and walked out.

What a joke, the injured person saved your life, but he didn't save my life. Thoracotomy is such a dangerous operation, and the family members still want me to treat it with such an attitude?

I'm not stupid!

There was no registration, no ambulance was sent to the hospital, and it was stipulated that the doctor could not refuse treatment, so he died!

Two orc warriors blocked the door reflexively. Gretel paused and said with a straight face:

"What? Did I kill the person? - Get out of the way!"

The two soldiers stood frozen and refused to move. Gretel snorted and turned his body half sideways. Bernard was ready to step forward. At this moment, a sharp cry sounded from deep in the room:

"His heart stopped beating!"

Heartbeat stopped?

So fast? !

Grete turned around suddenly. The old orc trembled, suddenly pulled out the dagger from the wounded man's chest, and slashed his own chest with his backhand. One stab, two stabs, three stabs, blood flowed like a drop, and then, an illusory rain of blood sprayed directly from his chest onto the injured body.

Gretel quickly threw a fortune telling spell. The wounded man's aura became slightly stronger, but soon became weaker again. Amid the desperate pleas of the catwoman and the roars of the warriors, the old orc collapsed to the ground and shook his head helplessly.

"You cure it! - I don't blame you if I can't cure it!"

The blond orc finally shouted. Grete stepped back to the wounded man, leaned over and took a look, instructing everyone to carry him to the table, and reached for the dagger...

"Boss, you can't cut it."

Bernard reminded calmly from behind. Gretel was silent, taking a deep breath, and another deep breath... Then, he patted the space bag, and the silver skeleton given by Archmage Edgar flew out of it, and assembled itself piece by piece.

There was a sudden silence in the room. Behind Gretel, an unknown orc whispered:

"He is indeed a Necromancer..."

Grete had no time to deal with that guy. He quickly poured iodine on the patient's chest, wiped it, poured alcohol, and wiped it again. The silver skeleton stepped forward, Gretel handed it a dagger, and threw a [Demonized Weapon] on the dagger. Then, he took a step back very skillfully, walking around from the direction of the surgeon to stand opposite the assistant.

This time, I finally no longer have to stand in the position of equipment nurse, which is gratifying.

The silver skeleton held the dagger and slashed it. Time was urgent, and there was no time to do any delicate work. This knife cut open the chest directly, and four [Enhanced Mage Hands] came out at once, two on each side, pulling the sternum and breaking it apart.

Amidst the heart-wrenching creaking sound, a huge, red heart, as big as two fists, quickly appeared in front of everyone.

The orc warriors gathered around to watch. The silver skeleton's hand raised and lowered the knife, and then another knife slashed across the surface of the heart. Gretel shouted: "Stay away——"

No one paid attention. One by one, they moved forward desperately, just to see more clearly. However, when the knife fell, the pericardium was opened, and a column of dark red blood instantly rushed up and sprayed straight onto the roof!

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