Many medical students, except of course the gifted ones, have painful memories of carrying their thighs.

Orthopedic surgery has always been like a construction site, with the sound of electric saws, hammers, and electric drills resounding throughout the operating room. Changing a hip joint or a femoral head, holding a fat man’s thigh in place for several hours—

You know, one leg of a person accounts for about 1/5 of a person's body weight. Imagine a 200-pound strong man undergoing surgery. You hold a 40-pound object in a special posture and cannot move -

After carrying it for three hours, not only the two arms, but also the muscles in the whole body were no longer my own.

This is why all the orthopedics departments are strong men. In the hospital where Grete worked in his previous life, the orthopedics department was over 1.8 meters tall, with broad shoulders, thin waist and long legs. The average person can run a horse on his arms, stand on his fists, and can roll iron all year round.

Not in the operating room, just in the gym.

During the ward rounds, everyone from the Department of Orthopedics to the deputy director to the interns were all dressed in uniform and wearing white coats. Under the leadership of the chief director, they walked out vigorously and could automatically bring the BGM:

"I can dominate the world at will~~Everyone is looking up to me~~~"

In his previous life, Gretel was not very tall and his muscles were not strong. He suffered enough during his rotation in the orthopedics department. Now that he has the conditions, he will find a strong man to hold the cylinder no matter what.

Pastor Patrick really did not disappoint him. After Grete clamped the blood vessels in his thigh, the old man spread his hands, firmly held both ends of the injured person's right thigh, and pulled it apart. Grete just stared and meditated.

Vision, constantly giving orders:

"Pull again, pull again - eh, we're almost in place, slow down a little - ok! Hold still! Just stop here, don't move, wait for me to set the bone!"

As the saying goes, arms cannot twist the thigh. When an orthopedic department encounters a patient with a thigh fracture, the upper body is usually immobilized, and a separate person is sent to hold the patient's thigh with both hands and pull it out as hard as he can. However, Pastor Patrick used only his two hands to twist the patient's thigh.

With just one hand, he steadily pulled away the muscles at the broken bone and kept it still.

It is such a joy to have such an assistant to help me perform orthopedic related surgeries——

Grete was happy, and Pastor Patrick was also shocked. In his meditation vision, he watched Grete turn around, looking up and down at the leg bone from all angles, and then pushed and reset it bit by bit, and also directed him to move forward.

Swirl around and around. As you move, you mutter:

"This time, the middle 1/3 of the femoral shaft was fractured... Hey, I'm really lucky. It's hard to stop the bleeding any higher, and if you go lower, there will be more damaged blood vessels and nerves...

After a fracture, the muscle stretching will break it into an angle. Therefore, the adductor muscles must be stretched to restore the bone...

I said you should move your hand! You hold it so tightly, I can’t even push it!"

It turns out that this should be done when setting bones. Pastor Patrick stared at the leg bones in his hands and secretly tried to remember. No wonder the legs he treated often fell crooked in the past. After the bones were broken, they would be crooked.

The broken bones will not straighten themselves...

He pulled, moved, and relaxed according to Gretel's request. In the vision of meditation, the two ends of the broken bone finally came together, and they were a perfect fit. Pastor Patrick was secretly prepared, planning to use the healing technique at any time, but he saw Gretel touching two bones.

Crooked Hook, called Alvin and Little John:

"Hook-"

Pulling them apart one by one, the pale and broken bones were exposed. Grete called Joanna and pointed to the broken parts:

"Healing! Just treat this bone!"

"ah?"

In the end, the healing technique still failed. The cracks on the bone stubble disappeared, and Gretel patiently straightened out the muscles one by one. If there were any damage, Joanna used the healing technique in a targeted manner. One place, two places, three places, five places.

…

These bits and pieces are often solved by treating minor injuries at once, or even without treating minor injuries, just a touch of positive energy and it is done. Muscles, blood vessels, and nerves are all treated together before the skin is healed, and the same procedures are followed.

After treating the calf, I clapped my hands together:

"Patrick! There is still one leg left, you can treat it!"

"I?!"

"Yes! Did you see clearly what I did just now? It doesn't matter if you can't see clearly. You start first and I will give you guidance!"

This is a good opportunity. What a great opportunity. Patrick looked at Gretel gratefully, stood up and washed his hands, and confidently held the injured man's left leg. Just as he was about to pull away, he was suddenly startled:

"This...I have both hands occupied, so I can't use the healing technique..."

Gretel: "???"

Isn’t it possible that healing techniques are triggered by thoughts?

If you want to free up your hands, who can I ask to carry my thighs?

Joanna had been observing them with interest. Seeing the relative embarrassment between the two, she smiled crisply:

"Hey, don't underestimate me!"

The slender white hands held the injured person's thigh. His fingers dug deeply into the muscles, and he pushed hard on both sides to pull away steadily. Gretel slowly opened his mouth on the side:

Sister, you don’t show your real face!

Doing it yourself will give you a different feeling than being a coolie and watching others do it.

Pastor Patrick strictly followed Gretel's process and completed it carefully. He felt the bones of the broken leg creaking under his hands, watched the damaged muscles become complete, and then penetrated the holy power into the broken leg and felt it again.

Suddenly closed his eyes——

The feelings I had in the previous hour, the books I had memorized over the past month, and the experience of treating the wounded in the past ten years were all swirling in my mind.

Successful, failed, puzzled, enlightened. Joyful, regretful, guilty, relieved...

Time passed minute by minute. Patrick suddenly opened his eyes, clasped his hands, lowered his head and prayed——

Dozens of white lights fell straight down, framing the unconscious injured person.

"Tranquility?" Little John blurted out. Gretel was stunned for a moment before he remembered that this was a magical spell that he secretly named "Anesthesia". It is a special feature of the God of War Temple and requires a fifth-level priest to cast it——

"Have you upgraded?"

"...Yes. I have upgraded." Patrick stood there blankly, staring at his hands for a while, and then staring at the white light in front of him. After a long silence, he answered in a sleepy tone:

"I finally upgraded...seven years, seven years..."

He was once a genius that everyone admired. He was stuck for four years after reaching the edge of upgrading. He had no clue and took the risk to join the war. In that battle, he lost his best friend, and also lost the hope and motivation for a breakthrough...

until today.

Someone told him that maybe it wasn't your fault, it was just bad luck; someone guided him to see a more wonderful world, and it turns out that healing can still be like this...

"Thank you..." He murmured in a low voice, "Grete, thank you..."

"Thank you! Continue the treatment!" Grete shouted. Seeing Patrick bowing his head in shame and continuing to use the healing technique, Grete turned to the window, smiled, and clenched his fist hard.

Anesthesia!

On call!
Chapter completed!