I have to say that sometimes life is so bizarre, full of twists and turns like the unpredictable will of the Father.

For example, on a rainy night, I received a task that I couldn't refuse to go out to find someone, and when I arrived at the place, I learned that the other party happened to go to a banquet outside the city today.

Cursing the damn extravagance of those nobles, he finally rushed to the venue and broke in to see people. I thought it would take a lot of work, but the other party was unexpectedly easy to talk and skipped what I thought was the most difficult step.

While everything was going well, something happened that was completely out of consideration. On the outskirts of Dunling, an attack was launched against the ranks of the Inquisition.

Before he could pour out his anger on the blind fellows tonight, the horses fell to the ground with arrows, and they were not given a chance to play.

Then, unfortunately, he was crushed by his leg and hit his head on the ground.

Losing consciousness isn't all bad, it jumps straight past the most sinister part of the fight, but not waking up after the fight is another problem.

However, the paradox of fate is that if you were not seriously injured and fell to the ground, you would never know that the banquet you just left was a medical school team building event and a medical equipment manufacturer product exhibition.

Dramatically, the number and quality of doctors available in the region are unprecedented. It can be said that if a lightning bolt pierces the ceiling of the room and falls on the table full of dishes, the level of medicine in the area from Dunling to Westminster will be ten years backwards on the spot.

The bad news is that several of them, after looking at the situation with more seniority, said they couldn't help. You don't know if this is out of professional judgment or some personal grudge, after all, the relationship between the two parties has never been harmonious.

There hasn't been a medical fault appraisal or anything in these years, if you really want to ask someone to appraise it, you will also find that qualified experts are still these people, a pure endless loop.

"The fracture was secondary, and the professor handled it in a timely and proper manner, and at his age it was not too much to heal." Viren also gathered around and pressed the head of the monk who was lying unconscious on the ground.

The scalp is swollen and the pressure is not a hard lump, but a fluctuating sensation, which indicates bleeding under the impact site.

"The key is inside, there may be bleeding under the skull. We have had patients who fell unconscious after a blow to the head, and it turned out that the cause of death may have been intracranial hemorrhage and compression, which squeezed the brain out of place. ”

Sounds suspicious, especially the part about how to find out the cause of death. But even if you don't believe in the moral bottom line of this group of people, you have to believe in their professionalism.

That being said, it is generally only a matter of praying to the Father.

The physicians who were present were willing to give a few prescriptions for dealing with bruising, and their practical significance was seriously questionable.

But Kraft offers another option, one that might sound particularly unfriendly.

As soon as he saw the patient's condition, he knew he had to put aside the dissection of the structurally unusual body and think about the living first—or he would soon have to think about it again.

When the victim's eyelids were opened, the pupils were dilated and he was not very sensitive to light. No need to say "maybe", this is a sign of intracranial injury.

Remembering that the gang was really dutiful trying to protect themselves from the chaos, and most likely stepped on a trap against themselves in advance. As a matter of conscience, it is necessary to make a profit, even if it may cause you some trouble.

He briefly opened up his mental senses and made the diagnosis of "God knows where the intracranial injury" was confirmed to "left temporal parietal epidural hematoma".

To put it simply, there is bleeding between the braincase and the dura mater, and the space within the braincase is limited. Now it seems that the bleeding has become so heavy that it is starting to compress the brain tissue, slowly squeezing it where it should not be.

His hair was still wet, and he had just cleaned up and changed into clean clothes, "My suggestion is to open a small piece of the skull and get the stasis out." ”

It is very déjà vu, and there must have been a famous doctor who made a similar suggestion at an inappropriate time, and it became a typical case of poor doctor-patient communication in the early days.

The difference is that Kraft feels that his plan is quite conservative. In the final analysis, all operations will not involve the brain, and the equipment can be taken by itself.

The few monks who were still alive looked at each other, and no one made up their minds to give an answer. In fact, not jumping up to prescribe a scoop to the doctor who proposed the treatment plan is already a manifestation of self-cultivation.

"This is just a plan, if you don't deal with it, then you can only hope for mercy from the Father."

A little commotion appeared among the surrounding doctors. Apparently industry insiders are skeptical about this, but at least on the surface it is well controlled, and something invisible prevents them from judging.

Even if it sounds unconventional, it is not possible for anyone to question the treatment plan proposed by a professor in the professional field.

"There are indeed many treatments that drill through the skull, but they were mostly used for mental illness before, but now they are used less." Instead, Willen saw that Kraft was seriously suggesting and stepped forward to offer support.

Although from the standpoint of professional ethics, he can't say that "the second church dies when it dies", but it is necessary to weigh the pros and cons. Taking a risk and curing it is not much good, but it will be troublesome if it goes wrong.

The lecturer gave Kraft a look, suggesting that there was no need to do this one, it was better to persuade him to quit directly, "The risk will be great, can any of you help him make a decision." ”

The latter, as if he didn't understand what he meant, nodded his head in thanks, and continued to turn to the monks and explained, "I'll go to the pre-operation first, so as not to waste time." You'd better make your decision before I come back. After all, I'm always there, and injuries don't wait for anyone. ”

The conditions couldn't be more coincidental. Others may not know, but for those who know it, it is difficult to accept that the cases that can be saved are getting worse step by step.

"Lecturer Viren, help us pack up our tools if you can. Koop, wash his head while this happens, and don't shake it too hard. ”

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In less than ten minutes, Kraft, who had picked up the necessary tools from the warehouse next door, returned to his room.

"How?"

"Professor, I apologize in advance for my offense, how many cases of this kind of skull-opening treatment have you performed before?"

This is a difficult question to answer, and frankly this is the first time, but it is not easy for the monks to consider accepting it, and it is certainly not reassuring to say it truthfully.

"Since my grandfather's generation, our family has been exploring the mind, and we have a relatively advanced understanding of the structure of the skull, and we have a lot of practical experience."

"All we have to do now is clean up the bruise between the bone plate and the diaphragm underneath, far from touching the inside."

Except for Coup, who really knows a little about the Kraft family, everyone present has shown their expressions - it turns out that it is a medical family, and it is reasonable to cultivate such a character.

After some internal discussions, the monks quickly came to a consensus.

As long-term frontline personnel, they already have a good understanding of the severity of this injury.

Perhaps it was the recognition of the experience of the common enemy just now, or the credit bonus of the person Green was looking for, and the scales gradually tilted in favor of the side that Kraft wanted to see.

"Surrendering one's destiny to Heavenly Father does not mean giving up human efforts." One of the monks stepped forward and gave the answer on behalf of everyone, "But we want to be on the sidelines." ”

"Yes, I'm in need of help fixing him." Kraft picked up the first set of tools he would use today, not surgical equipment, but standard barbering supplies.

In order to clear the surgical area, a large patch of hair centered on the expected incision is completely shaved away, creating a large open space on the top of the head with thick hair.

Hopefully, this one won't bother with the image for a while after waking up. However, the middle-aged clergy was already in fashion with Mediterranean hairstyles, which could comfort him that this was only a little more advanced to the inevitable future.

"It's going to be a little bit special. Now that you have agreed to the treatment, I hope that you can hold him down without causing a disturbance, and this is not a small matter at all. ”

That's right, anyone can understand it. The operation in his hands is not so reassuring.

The monks present were not men who would be soft on the battlefield. But sending your opponent to see the Father with a knife in your hand and watching someone cut the flap and peel it off the skull little by little.

"Hold on, don't move." Kraft clamped the flap with a toothed hemostat and handed it to Koop to take over the fixation, "Give me the thick needle." ”

Wiped away the blood with a cotton cloth, and the vision was clear for a few seconds, and the red was still slowly oozing. He took the rough steel needle from Viren, burning hot on the flames, brushing over the small bleeding spots at the edges.

After a subtle sizzling sound, the bleeding stopped, and the red color was wiped away, revealing the white arc below.

You don't have to look up to know that the faces of the patient's colleagues must be very unsightly, and they have even begun to regret it.

"Now is the real difficulty, don't shake the hand that presses your head."

Psychological construction proved to be prescient. When Kraft picked up a small chisel from the tray, Juno did start to get unstable.

It was a straight-up thing with a sharp head and was used in much the same way as a carpenter's chisel, with a hammer striking the end to make a cut. If you don't have a bone drill, you can only rely on it.

The metal pressed against the skull, making a crisp and inopportune striking sound as the hammer fell, knocking down a shallow mark. It's a bit like a large wooden fish with a dull sound.

The shallow marks form a triangle that gradually deepens into the skull, and the carving process is accompanied by red and white dust foam, which needs to be cleaned repeatedly. The progress is not optimistic, but this is not destined to be a fast job.

The procedure requires the cutting of exactly one piece of the skull and the opening of a triangular bony window to provide space for decompression and clearance. If it is shallow, it cannot be removed at all, and the deeper it goes, the more cautious it is to prevent a drop hammer from breaking down directly.

This requires considerable control and awareness, and each stroke makes the mind shudder and unconsciously bring the pressure of the operator.

Viren felt his palms sweat, which was not the same thing as trying to drill holes in his skull to cure "evil spirits".

"Tweezers."

He quickly picked out the tweezers and handed them to the outstretched hand, watching as Kraft grabbed the corner of the triangle that was very clearly demarcated from the surrounding area, carefully and steadily lifted it aside.

The converging lights illuminate below, and black and red objects fill the field of vision. It has been seen more than once in the past, but only on the deceased.

The monk who held the head in charge saw a slender pair of pliers poking into his skull and suppressed the urge to let go.

I could also feel the patient's somewhat disorganized snort flowing through his fingertips, and the doctor was pinching something out of the window of the skull. It was a bruise, half-coagulated to the texture of fermented milk, with more accumulation in the incision.

This step did not cause much difficulty, and after removing the shallow black and red clot that had been laid on the bottom of the plate, the flap was sewn back into place and cleaned and bandaged.

Except for the loss of hair and the extra creased sutures, the patient looks normal.

The monk breathed a sigh of relief, noticing a small white triangle that seemed to have been forgotten next to it.

"Don't you have to go back?"

"No need, save it for him to wake up as a souvenir." Kraft washed off the blood on his hands and began to prepare for the next one. He was going to find out what had happened to the attacker.

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Continuing the style of the previous "Invasion of the World",Around 00 years、The time node at the beginning of the century is familiar and unfamiliar,Mixed with fantasy with the characteristics of the times、Horror and romance,It is a work with very distinctive personal characteristics,Both the previous work and this one are worth reading。