Chapter 1544 The dream breaks in Qiming twenty-three
Chapter 1544: Dream Interruption to Qiming (23)
When Albert woke up, he only felt a dull pain in his shoulder. It was a complex feeling that combined numbness and dull pain, as if there was a flame burning inside the body, but the outside was eroded by cold frost.
An indescribable discomfort.
"Uh------" He got up and was about to say something, but someone quickly covered his mouth with something.
"Oh my god! He woke up!" the doctor shouted, "put a mask on him quickly! We can't let him release bacteria in the sterile room!"
A mask was quickly put on Albert's mouth. Before the tiger could figure out what was going on, the medical staff took something like an apron and put it on the tiger.
"If you wake up, just stay there and don't move!" Constantine, the Knight of the Round Table who was wearing a mask and a surgical gown, seemed to be tinkering with something on the other side of the operating room and looked back at Tiger.
Only then did Albert realize that he was still in an operating room. It was estimated that the doctor was operating on him and the cat-man boy Mutt at the same time, and that Albert's condition was less severe and he only had to suture the wound on his shoulder.
That's all, so the surgery was completed earlier.
Albert looked at his shoulder again. He couldn't see what the injury on his shoulder looked like now. After all, his shoulder was wrapped in a thick bandage. The anesthetic was still taking effect, so he only felt
An inner pain slowly brewed in his shoulder, but he didn't feel any particularly severe pain.
So his situation seems to be okay. But what about Mutt?
Although the other party told him to stay still, Tiger was the kind of guy who didn't listen to others' advice. He climbed down from the operating table and leaned over to take a peek at how Mutt's operation was going.
"What are you looking at? Move away quickly and don't hinder my operation." Constantine's temper was very bad and he ordered two medical staff to block Albert.
He should have driven the awakened tiger out of the operating room immediately, but he could not do so because the operating room is currently a sterile environment. Once the door is opened, bacteria will come in. Especially when dealing with Mute's kind of surgery that requires surgery.
During abdominal surgery, if bacteria enter and cause postoperative infection, it is likely to kill the cat boy.
Albert, however, shamelessly wanted to take a peek: "Don't be so stingy, meow. As Mutt's guardian, I can't see what you have done to that kid's body, meow?"
Because the tiger was moving around, the medical staff had to follow the tiger's rhythm. One of the nurses' buttocks almost hit Constantine's elbow, and Constantine was holding a sharp knife at the time.
If his elbow was hit by a scalpel, the sharp scalpel that could easily cut through tempered glass would poke into Mutt's intestines. The situation was so thrilling that Constantine broke out in a cold sweat.
"Stop! Don't move, stay away from me!" Constantine then cursed even more angrily. However, his angry tone came out from the mask, but it became less majestic than it should have been.
On the one hand, the medical staff had to block Albert and prevent the tiger from seeing the operation. On the other hand, they had to keep a distance from the attending physician Constantine to avoid medical accidents. Therefore, they could not help but feel a little embarrassed and had to stay where they were.
The ground stopped moving.
"Forget it!" Constantine was so angry that the veins on his forehead stood out, but he was too lazy to continue to pester Albert, so he said: "Okay, if you want to see the surgery, just go ahead and see it. Stay away when you want to vomit."
Just don’t vomit on the operating table."
Albert pointed to the mask on his mouth: "If you want to vomit, you will vomit in this."
Constantine didn't reply, but there was a sinister look in his eyes.
The group of medical staff did not stop Albert, but stepped aside to create a gap for the tiger to observe, and then turned back to continue their operation. Albert also curiously leaned over to see what was going on.
What did Mutter look like after being treated with all his strength?
However, there was actually very little he could see. The parts unrelated to the surgical site were covered with cloth. Albert could only vaguely see the face of the cat-man boy Mutt on the other side of the operating table. Under the illumination of the shadowless lamp
, a bright red color faintly emerged from the opened abdominal cavity of the cat boy.
"Woo------" Seeing Mutt's internal organs, the tiger did have an urge to vomit in his throat. But he resisted. Albert, a warcraft hunter who has experienced many battles, is best at hunting.
Warcraft, cutting open the killed Warcraft and taking out the useful parts of the body is what Albert often does. So he has seen the internal organs of many animals, how could he be so easily killed by such a small animal?
Scared by the small surgery scene?
But at this time, Constantine had already used extremely skillful techniques to remove Mutter's appendix. It was just a piece of intestine, only the size of a little finger, and it was probably extra swollen due to inflammation, and there was an ugly stain on it.
of pus-like mucus.
"Ugh!" The stronger urge to vomit almost crossed Albert's throat and spurted out of his mouth. He still held back. That's right, if it weren't for the magical beasts that Albert often killed in the past
It is no surprise that he has long been used to them, and he probably really vomited them out at this moment. But the mental endurance of the tiger man youth is still quite high. However, no matter how many corpses of monsters he has dealt with, they are still corpses and have no life.
Things, and Warcraft is just an animal, not a human being. Mutt, who is lying on the operating table now, is a living person. When the appendix was removed, there was even blood and intestinal juice gushing out. There is a big living person on the operating table.
A little bit, which especially made Albert feel nervous.
However, this was originally a minor operation. Constantine removed Mutter's inflamed appendix and immediately began to suture it. He used lightning speed to sew up the wound on the intestine after removing the appendix. It was as if everything had never happened.
As if it had been done, the almost seamless sutures made the incision on Mutter's intestines difficult to detect. In this way, the root cause of the disease was treated. But the operation was not yet complete. The peritonitis caused by appendicitis had already damaged Mutter's internal organs.
There is a mild infection in the abdominal cavity and needs to be disinfected.
"Just watch." Constantine winked at Albert with malice, and then started to take action, making a move that completely dumbfounded Albert.
That's right, Constantine dug out Mutt's internal organs from his abdominal cavity with his hands - and immersed them in a container filled with medical gel for disinfection!
......The doctor just took out all the cat boy's intestines, soaked them in a sterilized container, and then put them back!!
"Woo!" A greater urge to vomit surged up from Albert's stomach, went straight to his throat, and then poured out. The tiger had already been frightened and retreated for a long distance, but he still couldn't control it, shining brightly like
Rainbow-like things came out of his mask!
"Huh." Constantine sneered. The group of medical staff were even more prepared. They moved their bodies to block Albert's view, in case the tiger sprayed dirt and soiled the operating table.
"Okay." Constantine had stuffed all the disinfected Mutt's internal organs back in at an incredible speed, and then quickly sutured the cat boy's abdominal cavity, declaring the operation completed.
"Send the kitten to the ward to rest and inject 500 units of antibiotics and 200 units of nutrients." The knight of the round table methodically applied medical gel to the cat boy's abdomen, and then wrapped a bandage: "By the way
Get this stupid tiger out of my operating room!"
The medical staff dispersed, busy dealing with the mess left after the operation. But Albert's consciousness gradually became blurred...
"Wow!" When Albert woke up again, he found that he was already lying on the hospital bed. This should be a certain compartment in the medical room of the Great Britain battleship.
He endured the pain in his shoulder, got up from the bed, and found that Mutt was lying quietly on another hospital bed opposite the same cubicle, injecting an intravenous drip. Mutt's surgery was performed under general anesthesia, and the drug was administered.
The effect was much stronger than the local anesthesia that Albert received, so the cat boy hadn't woken up yet. Albert then measured the time. It didn't seem like he had passed out that long ago, after all.
He was just frightened and fainted.
"Are you awake?" Constantine walked in from outside the cubicle: "Do you feel okay? This injury shouldn't hinder the afternoon battle, right?"
Albert touched his shoulder. Under the heavy bandage, the wound still hurt slightly, but it was not as painful as during the game this morning. On the contrary, he felt a lot more relaxed. But to be honest, Albert
Te was scared from the bottom of his heart this time. He was afraid that if he used force indiscriminately during the battle this afternoon, he would tear the wound again, and then his wound would look like the terrible look he saw after taking off the bandage. If something happened
It would be too bad to become like that.
"Can your people use magic to heal me?" Albert then asked: "Isn't there a magic that can speed up wound healing?"
"Indeed, it does, but even if it is used on you, it will not have much effect."
"What? Nonsense------"
"It's true." The doctor sneered slightly sarcastically: "The principle of modern medical magic is basically to stimulate the cells on the opponent's wound through photons concentrated in the palm, and thereby promote the self-healing of the wound. However, modern medical magic all
It is achieved based on the condition that "cells have self-memory". The more recent the injury is, the faster it is treated, and the faster the wound will heal. But your injury is worsened by forcibly doing strenuous exercise after receiving treatment.
Yes, firstly, you have missed the best time for magic treatment, and secondly, it has worsened because of your random behavior, and the self-memory of the cells has long been gone. You should not expect magic to cure you quickly. Be honest.
Recuperate and let time heal you."
"How can this be done?" Albert frowned, and then he suddenly thought of something, and asked more nervously: "Wait a minute. I can't use magic to treat this, so what?"
What? The same principle applies to Mute’s appendicitis...?"
"Yes, the same principle." Constantine nodded ruthlessly and admitted all this: "This child will have to lie down for at least a week before he can get out of bed."
This statement really frightened Albert so much that the hair on his body stood up. It was already very difficult for Albert to play with this injury, but Mutt had to rest for at least a week! So Sandstorm
What should we do about the Finks’ game tomorrow, the game the day after tomorrow, and the games after that!?