"I guess you didn't mean that when you said 'witness the miracle tomorrow morning' last night?" Adrian broke out in a cold sweat as he looked at the stranger who was tied up in the chair.

As a long-time resident of the church's affiliated building, he has not been aware of burglars for a long time. This area has been semi-closed for a long time, which is not as complicated as the internal personnel of the church, but it shares the guardianship of the church guards.

Only the clergy, guards, eunuchs, apprentices, and occasionally William of the church would come in.

There were not even many servants in charge of chores, and the clergy were able to take care of all the daily necessities themselves, and only the more honorable figures, such as the bishop, had one or two trusted people to serve.

Moreover, the sanctity of the church itself is also a strong deterrent, and the common people may not feel that God will bless them, but the vast majority of those who believe in the desecration of the sanctuary will be punished.

No one will fight the idea of the church until they are cornered. Especially this kind of large church site, the cost performance is extremely low in the eyes of thieves, and there are some large, iconic and obvious objects inside, which are difficult to steal and get rid of.

If you are caught, with the influence of the church, you may be embarrassed to shoot at innocent people, and no one will care if you let a thief disappear. It is completely reasonable under the current social morality and unsound regulations.

Therefore, it is extremely unlikely that someone is purely here to steal some property, and it is probably not a coincidence that they broke into this place.

"Unless your potion is effective enough to grow people out of thin air, I don't think anyone else should be here."

"No, but he's still here, and it does have something to do with my potion." Kraft picked up a piece of broken glass with his gloves and shook his head helplessly, not expecting that the first bottle of ether had completed its mission before it had been in his hand for two days.

I don't know whether to say that this guy is lucky or unlucky, he didn't pick the priest's spirits, nor did he give himself a sip of concentrated sulfuric acid, but chose the most technical thing in the entire cabinet according to the placement rules.

Due to the less than ideal clarity at the edges of the mental senses, the best opportunity to be reminded has been missed in the process of shifting thoughts from "what is this" to "what is this person doing". He shouted "Stop" and the sound of hurried footsteps going upstairs might have startled the intruder, and he took a sharp breath in shock.

Take a hard breath......

Legend has it that the inventor of ether anesthesia once tried the law. After numbing the family's pet dog, he put the handkerchief of the inverted ether on his mouth and nose, and immediately fell to the ground in a coma, if the handkerchief did not fall off his face, he might have died due to inhalation of excessive ether.

The fatalistic scene is repeated, different worlds, different places, different characters, different purposes, the same way of dying, and even a little more direct.

In his mental vision, Kraft "saw" the whole process of losing consciousness - he was panicked, but he soon stopped panicking, and he was a little peaceful.

He jumped up the steps as fast as he could, rushed up to the second floor, pushed open the door, and the thin figure swayed and fell in front of him, and with the last bit of consciousness, he pulled the edge of the table next to him desperately, and flipped it down with him.

In the era when artificial fake wood products had not yet appeared, solid and simple solid wood furniture was still the mainstream, and this laboratory table was one of the best in quality, which withstood the test of fire and acid, and the table board was still as stable as ever.

But when this table with both texture and quality is freely toppled by gravity towards the person lying on the ground, the scene can be quite ...... I can't bear to look at it directly.

In the battle between the dense wood and the human body that has grown for decades in the cold environment of the Northland, based on Kraft's personal experience, the human body currently has zero chance of winning. This time was no exception, with the two-inch-thick, unedged edge of the table striking the muscle-lax forearm in a crushing motion.

Kraft shrunk his neck, and his arms felt the phantom pain of a "click" sound.

In view of the high probability that the other party will not have the habit of calcium supplementation, there is a high probability that the smashed forearm will also have some teaching cases that are popular in orthopedics.

As it is now, a transverse fracture of the same plane is typical of direct violence.

The patient should have woken up from the stamina of ether, but still pretending to be dizzy and refusing to open his eyes due to resistance or unwillingness to face reality.

From a humanitarian point of view, otherworldly souls prefer to give a shot of "the central to the peripheral nervous system is nothing at all, but you have to play asleep syndrome" The special drug furosemide - also known as furosemide - bladder will complete the process of persuasion that the mouth cannot do.

However, there is no such condition at the moment, so the patient can only move the right hand that was hit slightly, and the patient opens his eyes hoarsely and grinning amid a slight bone fricative. It doesn't seem to be a hard bone, in a double sense.

It's a fracture, and you don't need to use your mental senses to guess what the general situation is.

At this point, slight swelling and marked pain with movement can already be seen, accompanied by a rough, tooth-aching bone fricative. It was a terrible sound made by the complete fracture section when it was in relative motion, and it was especially terrible in the eyes of the other party.

The man was fiddling with his arm with interest, untouched by the twisted wounds, as ordinary as tasting a roasted luncheon bread.

"Name."

"Huh?" It was not the same as he imagined, he thought that the process should be that the other party angrily asked who sent him, and then the two sides pulled and pulled, and what kind of small concessions he could get depends on how long he can resist.

Or worse, the church felt that he was worthless and disposed of him silently.

"This burglar who broke into my territory, I want to know your name." Kraft held down his arm, as if at any moment it would twist in a circle, turning the broken limb into a twist.

Seriously, he was a little frightened and couldn't speak at all.

At times, Kraft looked like a Requisition lunatic who was dismissive of human life, the most terrifying version of the rumor. And he was just a daring burglar in the harbor, who was tricked into stealing "the personal belongings of a man on the fringes of the church" for a commission of two gold coins.

The eyes were fixed on him, impatience, indifference, and the afterglow of something strange that his vocabulary could not accurately express.

Just one look at each other, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

Kraft turned to the priest and silently asked if there was anything wrong with his demeanor. He had just thought of last night's nightmare and was a little distracted.

Adrian shook his head, and in his experience of receiving confessions, it may have been that Kraft had behaved too mildly to suppress the scum who made a living in the dark corners of the port. I have to slap this villain who tried to destroy the financial freedom of the second half of his life twice, so that he can understand why there is a punishment angel under the Lord's seat.

Kraft stops the priest, and there is still a need for a benevolent and gentle person to play opposite the "villain".

"Well, it's okay if you don't want to say it, sir without a name. I'm not in a hurry to know who is thinking about this potion, after all, he hasn't gotten it anyway, has he? ”

"We can talk about something else, like your hand, I don't need to say much about its importance to you, but you probably don't know it as much as I do."

"The forearm, which is made up of two delicate bones, is like a wooden frame supporting a shack, and the bones support the flesh and skin. The perfect run-in between them allows the hand to rotate normally. Kraft shows the audience strapped to a chair the flexible movement of the forearm, highlighting the supination and supination of ulnar-radius support.

"But now, the retribution of your wicked deeds has cut them off. Imagine a chef's rolling pin smashing into two fish bones. ”

"Smack!" He slammed the knife into his hand on the table, awakening the painful memory of the moment before he lost consciousness, "It's all broken in two, and now you have four bones in your forearm." ”

"Oh, don't be afraid, I'm not going to do anything, I'm just watching. The sensation of pain causes you to unconsciously exert force, causing your bones to break and warp. Have you ever seen a mast broken by a storm? Wooden stubble pierced the sails. But it's harder than wood and can dig into your flesh. ”

"Do you hear that? The sound of friction is that the break is moving, and it can also cut blood vessels, block blood flow, and accumulate blood congestion that makes you feel bloated, painful, hot and red. ”

Kraft motioned for him to look at the arm that was secured to the armrest, where it was indeed swollen and red, and a faint sensation of heat could be detected.

As soon as the conversation changed, it seemed to be kindly comforting again, "But don't worry, this means that it is still alive for the time being, temporary." ”

"But here it will become more and more swollen and painful, and the distal end where the blood flow cannot be nourished will become cold and pale, and you will not be able to feel your pulse, and finally you will die completely and become a meaningless piece of flesh, slowly blackening and rotting."

Compartment syndrome, the most serious complication of early fractures, is more likely to occur in the forearm, but what is the probability of the current situation...... At least the results of the psychic sensory probe at the scene of the incident are unlikely.

Kraft saw the listener feeling his arm carefully, and his expression was rather distorted, for every bit of the description of the symptoms was correct, and there were indeed signs of aggravation.

"The good thing is that you don't have to worry about what to do with your life in the future, because the necrotic toxin from your arm will take you with you to hell to state your crimes."

"That's what I'm going to tell you, after all, it's everyone's right to know your health......"

"Corwin! My name is Corwin!" He really can't stand it, he's just a thief who is carried away by a little money, at most his skills are much higher than his peers, and he is famous, why is he lucky enough to be treated like this?

"Ah, Mr. Corwin, I'm glad you're willing to speak. These days, there are not many rational and empathetic communication, and even I am not very easy to convince others. Kraft rubbed his hands together and smiled professionally.

"Although it was originally thought that we could have ended our contact in a way that was easier for me, my priest friend disagreed."

Adrian understood what Kraft meant, and continued, "The Lord is that we learn to forgive others, and teach those who steal to correct them, without hurting their lives." ”

"But this is the result of evil deeds, and the evil result of his death cannot be counted as my fault, even if I am a doctor." Kraft shook his head to show that he didn't care, "And the treatment can only force the arm to put the bone back in place, and no one can stand it." ”

He let go of the rope a little and took Corwin's hand, and the pain made him cry, and it was hard to imagine how horrible it would be to be as described in the treatment.

"Please, think of something else! I'll tell you who brought me here!" This pain is more painful than the whipping of the "teacher" who taught him how to make a living as a child, as if the arm was amputated alive, but in fact it was broken.

"They thought they would find an agent and no one would know, but I could guess who was in contact."

There was another wail, and he tried to move his arm, his unusual movement accompanied by cutting, pinprick pain. He seemed to imagine how the bone spurs had slipped through the muscles inside.

I don't care if I can mix it up in the future, if I can't pass this level, there will be no future.

"I don't really care, I'll put these things away tomorrow, no one can get what he wants from this room." Kraft didn't look impressed at all, as if he really just asked for his name to facilitate communication, and Corwin's message was not as interesting as observing the arm.

There is no more devastating interrogation than this, where the other party does not want anything, thinks like a psychopath, wanders the topic, and the ultimate goal is only to create terror and pain.

Spiritually, Corwin felt that he was not far from Hell, or that he was at the gates of Hell, and the white-robed priest in front of him was an angel, bargaining with the devil, and those strangely shaped bottles and jars were the devil's boiled crucibles.

"Let's figure it out, right? There can't be just one way to do it. The beer-bellied "angel" spoke.

The black-robed man pondered for a while, as if he had reluctantly given a choice in his friend's face.

"I have a premature suggestion." It's really not very mature.

"But it's an opportunity for you." You prove it to be valid yourself.

"There may be a risk of side effects such as coughing, tearing, dizziness, headaches, nightmares, and even death by suffocation."

"It's okay, please try it!" Corwin struggled to grasp the last straw, "I'm alive to catch that guy for you!"

"Good!" That's what you said.

……

For the first application of ether, anesthetic reduction is much more desirable than other options, especially since there is an inexplicable use case guide.

When Corwin was brought into the room again with a subtle sense of strangeness, he saw that the dark glass vial had accumulated the slightly sweet, spicy-smelling liquid again.

Kraft poured the liquid into a new flask, inserted a glass catheter, and handed it to the priest along with the sink, his solemn expression somewhat convincing Corwin that he wasn't going to let himself go.

"I don't have an atomizer, so try lukewarm water, the kind that barely feels hot. Keep an eye on this thing, don't let it go away too quickly, just let him sleep. ”

Then stop in time. The reset does not take long, as long as it is controlled for a few minutes. Referring to the amount that this guy accidentally ingested, this point in the bottle is at a safe level.

Supine position, shoulder abduction, elbow flexion. Traction along the longitudinal axis of the forearm distal, with the elbow upward and reverse traction.

Kraft memorized the words, staring at the round-bellied glass bottle in the priest's hand, barely perceiving any change from the liquid level. In fact, ether, whose boiling point is less than body temperature, is vaporized all the time, and colorless gases are inhaled through the catheter.

It is much more troublesome than black liquor to work, the rate must be stuck to limit the inhalation volume, and due to the limitations of the tool, you can only rely on intuition. At the same time, the patient's reaction is observed and adverse reactions are vigilated.

Kewen closed his eyes, and his breathing, which had been disturbed by the pain in his arm, tended to ease, and his chest rose and fell to a constant, steady, and regular pattern.

After trying to pull on his forearm, but to no avail, Kraft raised his hand and motioned for the priest to lift the ether bottle out of the water and suspend release. Cumbersome, difficult to control, risky, but within the knowable range.

This is followed by traction, an operation described in small sentences, but with a lot of force, against the muscles to straighten the forearm.

Equal emphasis on strength and finesse, such as raising a big sword to cut window flowers. Few people in the internal sports will dare to compare with orthopedics.

Under this strong and steady traction, a series of shifts such as rotation, shortening, and angulation can be accurately corrected, and the broken end can be realigned. With Kraft's strength, it was a bit difficult to do without help.

In between efforts, he took the time to make sure that Corwin's chest was undulating normally, and that the respiratory muscles that had been retracted between the intercostal spaces would not indulge in the dream of ether together at some point, and suddenly strike and did not do anything.

Once the structure is almost in place, it comes to the final step, squeezing between the two bones with your fingers. Without anesthesia, the pain of this step would probably be like the wheel of a horse-drawn carriage.

This brutal action will separate the interosseous membrane between the two bones, and complete the effect of completely reducing the fractured end for him.

"Get that bottle away."

It is fixed with a double splint and tied with a solid bandage, and the reduction process is completed.

Thousands of miles traveled, lives were paid, and ten minutes were spent embedding the cornerstone of surgery into an era that did not belong to it.

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