Chapter 116

Chapter 116

"He's going to make it!"

Garrett Nordmark's voice rose triumphantly. At the same time, young John hurriedly ran out to get saline solution, and his words echoed through the open door, reaching the crowded hall outside.

"What? He's really going to survive?!"

"That's fantastic!"

The hall was already filled with a large crowd. Two men who brought the injured person, the injured person's wife, children, and siblings, as well as the family of the child rescued by the injured personadults were crying, children were shouting, creating a chaotic scene. The pharmacist Linde tried desperately to maintain order, but with little effect, ending up drenched in sweat.

As John opened the door, dozens of eyes turned towards him simultaneously. Hearing Garrett shout, "He's going to make it," everyone was thrilled and buzzing with excitement. Two people nearby hurriedly ran inside:

"Really? Really? How is he now? Is he okay?"

"Don't let them in!"

Garrett screamed. This was an operating room! How could the family members just enter casually?

Did the sterile principles of the operating room still matter?

John quickly halted his steps, extending his arms to block the two men. Unfortunately, he was just a novice priest, a small figure who could block on one side but not the other. The two men rushed forward at full speed, causing him to stumble and retreat.

Helplessly, he could only grab the clothes of one person with one hand, raise his voice, and struggle to shout:

"Don't go in! You're not allowed in! The procedure inside is not finished yet!"

Garrett, hearing the commotion, realized that something was amiss. With a start, he realized what he had neglected:

This wasn't his past life!

It wasn't like the emergency room in the hospital where he used to work, with people coming and going, security guards patrolling, and multiple checkpoints to the operating room!The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Here, from top to bottom, there were only six people!

Five doctors (priests) had all entered the operating room, leaving only one pharmacist outside. Unable to fight and unable to shout louder than the crowd!

He should have at least arranged for a security guard!

"No one is allowed in!"

Garrett, with his back to the operating room door, couldn't move and could only shout louder. John struggled to stop, stepping back step by step. Seeing that he had already retreated beyond the door frame of the operating room, Priest Patrick suddenly stepped forward, swinging his arms:

"Out!"

"Out!"

"This is the peritoneum... this is the extraperitoneal fascia, transverse fascia, rectus sheath... we cut along the white line, otherwise, you'll see the posterior layer of the rectus sheath, rectus abdominis, anterior layer of the rectus sheath..."

With the abdomen closed on one side, on the other side, Joanna's falcon cried out, wings folded, gripping an oak wand and landing on the windowsill. The window rattled, and Garrett looked up, suddenly overjoyed:

"It's here! Bring it in quickly!"

The teacher's oak wand!

A source of magical detection!

The radiography's radiation source!

Just as he finished dealing with the abdominal injury and was about to start treating the two legs, the item arrived!

"Come, help this person up, let him lie on his side!" Garrett gave rapid-fire orders:

"Place the oak wand behind him. Let me first check the bonesI want all of you to enter the meditation state and take a closer look

Hmm, the skull is fine, cervical spine is normal, thoracic spine is normal, no rib fractures, and the pelvis is clear, thank the heavens! Alright, lay him flat, and let me see how the two legs are broken, making it easier for bone setting"

In the slightly dim meditation state, from head to toe, 206 bones. Those things that he struggled to memorize over the past month were now vividly illuminated under the bright light.

"So, this is how they're shaped..."

Donald, who had never personally broken someone's arm or leg, murmured to himself.

"No wonder I need to find the teacher..." Joanna clenched her fists. If she were just one level higher, she could use her oak wand without having to seek help from the elders.

"So... it's like this..." Patrick stared at the skeletons in the meditation state, unable to blink. If he had known earlier, if he had seen it earlier...

Walter, Carl, Ron, your legs...

Could you have avoided limping?

"Hey! Don't daydream!" Water droplets splashed across his face. Patrick snapped out of his thoughts, seeing the semi-transparent mage hand slowly fading away. Garrett had splashed water on him:

"Come to your senses! Help me lift the thigh!"

A high-level warrior!

A perfect laborer!

The reason he called you was to help lift the thigh!

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