To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor - Chapter 219

Episode 219

Leaving the forest unsuitable for pneumothorax surgery and finding an empty lot with a large rock, Ray put down the priest’s head for a while.

He took out a dagger from the utility pouch on his thigh and cut a large slice through the rock.

Spake –

A huge rock was cut like a head cut.

Having created an operating table, he again hugs the priest and lays him on the operating table.

The Dark Elf, who was watching it from the side, admired it a little.

“It’s a great sword art.”

“Thank you, but could you get me some rags? With a clean one.”

“…i get it.”

She nodded in a half-hearted voice.

I don’t know why I have to help, but I’m going to watch it properly as long as I feel interested.

“What can we do?”

“Please do anything!”

Two priests approached with their hands together.

Ray looked at them for a moment and said.

“Have you ever split a person?”

“yes?”

“Have you at least seen people die?”

“Yes… I’ve seen it before…”

“Then help me from the side. If the dark elf over there gets a cloth that can be used, bring it to the place I instructed.”

“I see. That should be enough!”

It’s difficult if you can’t do that either.

In the past and modern times, even the best medical staff, who were counted in their hands, were not pleased with him.

However, I miss them so much now.

Transsternal bilateral thoracotomy is not something you can do alone.

There should be at least one knowledgeable doctor, one institutional, one anesthesiologist, and two assistants.

I already sigh at the thought of having to perform the operation alone, giving detailed instructions one by one.

He unleashed divine power around him.

Then, the special purifier given by God starts operating and makes the surroundings clean.

On the hard operating table on which the priest is lying, he takes off his holy clothes and lays them down.

Before surgery, now is the time to make an electric cauterizer.

He rubbed his finger across the blade of the small dagger.

It took an instant for the sharp dagger to turn into a blunt club.

“At this level, there shouldn’t be any problems with using it as a cautery machine. You only need to heat it up when you need it.”

Ray, who checked them one by one, nodded.

It’s okay to go into surgery now.

“Everyone gather. I will start.”

At his words, a Dark Elf walked up to him and handed him a cloth.

Judging by the shape, it seems that the clothes were torn off in search of a clean-looking corpse somewhere.

“I only saw this.”

“The more the better, but… if this is the only one, we should try this one.”

He cast a spell on the Dark Elves and Priests.

“Clean.”

Hwaaak –

In an instant, the blood of monsters and various wastes were washed away.

“I’ll tell you in advance, don’t be surprised at what I do. If you do the right thing, you can definitely save it.”

“…All right.”

“Yes…”

“Hmm.”

Leaving behind the answers overflowing with personality, Ray created a scalpel.

Uhhh-

Mana gathers in his hand and forms a very small sword.

“That’s a lot of mana.”

“From now on, don’t say anything. It’s scary if saliva splatters during surgery. If you really want to say something, turn your head and say it.”

“….”

“Sleep.”

Just in case, use magic to put the priest to sleep.

He shook his hands, raising the tension that was building up.

‘This is the beginning.’

After taking off the priest’s upper garment, he drew a long line along the incision in the lower part of his chest.

The two priests breathed in vain at the sight, but they seem to have tolerated it well until they made a sound.

Cut the piia tissue and muscle as if the chest line was incised.

Together with him, cast a spell on the bladed dagger.

“Heat.”

When the heated product is brought to the incision, the skin is torn and the bleeding is stopped.

This should stop most bleeding.

There was no rib retractor, so I had no choice but to manually cut the upper 5th and 6th ribs.

He instructed one of the priests with his head turned.

“Is there an incision right now? Grab it and open it.”

“yes?”

“I’ll open it up so you can see inside.”

“Even if you say that, how can I… If I do that, the high priest will die…!”

In surgery, time is more precious than gold.

Especially in a situation where you can’t even check your heart rate like now.

“If you can’t do it, get out of the way for a while. Can you?”

When I talk to the other priest, she hesitates for a moment, then nods.

“I will try.”

“please. Open this side of the bone as if slightly lifting it. Be careful not to touch the organs.”

“Yes…”

She did as she instructed.

Jjoeouk-

The priest’s chest opened wide.

This is enough to secure a surgical field of vision.

he said, turning his head again.

“I am holding it like that while controlling my strength well. It will take a while.”

Ray moved his hand.

‘You have to look at the hole in the lungs first.’

Pneumothorax is a disease in which air leaks due to a hole in the lung, causing air or gas to accumulate in the pleural cavity.

Therefore, it is necessary to install a chest tube to re-expand the lungs and drain secretions from the pleural cavity before closing the chest cavity.

Since the size of the pneumothorax is greater than 20% and the contralateral lung is also diseased, chest tube intubation may be appropriate.

Examining his lungs, Ray frowned.

‘The lungs are too crushed.’

I think I was out of breath more than I thought.

It seems that I have to expel the air as quickly as possible and open my lungs.

He pulled the baton from his back waistband.

A silver baton with a hollow center is a military control baton given only to adults.

The two priests, who had been looking at him with a curious look when he suddenly took out the baton, were startled when he cut it off without hesitation.

what is that!

It is also the chieftain’s proof that he acquired the right to control the military upon becoming an adult.

What were you thinking of damaging it!

But whatever they were thinking, Ray didn’t care.

“Clean.”

A baton with the front and back neatly cut is inserted into the priest’s chest tube.

When he was intubated into a place filled with air and gas, at the same time, Ray pushed the air on the other side of the baton with mana.

This puts the outer baton in a low-vacuum state with relatively low atmospheric pressure.

The difference in air pressure will force the air inside the pleural cavity to the outside. As expected

,

I was able to relieve my sigh when I heard the faint sound of leaking air.

As air and gas escape from the chest tube, the collapsed lungs slowly open.

While waiting for all the air to escape, the lungs were examined, but no abnormalities such as small bubbles were found.

It can be said that it is fortunate among unhappiness.

Originally, it would be possible to proceed with pleural adhesions from now on, but there is no need to do so as long as there is a priest next to him.

There is a good magic called divine magic, but isn’t it necessary to undergo chemical pleural adhesions?

Extracting the baton inserted as a pipe, he beckoned to the priest who was standing restlessly on one side.

“Do you have some divine power left? Heal me.”

“Yes…”

she said, extending her hand.

“Cure.”

The divine power moving in the starting fish heals the priest’s wounds.

A hole in the lung and a cut out rib to the chest where the incision was made.

Hana, as if attaching the bones to a single priest, seemed to require a considerable amount of holy power, and she was constantly out of breath.

“Heo-eok… heo-eok…”

He looked exhausted.

Well, if he absorbs his own divine power that is spread around him, he will calm down soon.

When everything seemed to be over, Ray let out a breath.

“Whoa…”

It’s been a long time since I’ve had a surgery. In addition, it is not difficult because there are no modern medical devices.

Where is such a high-difficulty surgery that you have to know even if your heart rate drops on your own!

A Dark Elf spoke to him as he sat down next to a rock.

“What was that?”

Ray, who thought for a moment at her question, spoke roughly.

“The magic that saves people.”

“It didn’t look like magic, but until just now it was definitely a scene of murder or torture.”

“But he survived.”

“I didn’t even die in the first place. Humans are quite interesting kids.”

“I hear that a lot.”

“May I ask how you got that tattoo on your hand?”

When I moved my gaze to the place I pointed with my finger, there was Aira’s special mark there.

“Umm… Evidence of being pampered?”

“……? I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Actually, I don’t know either.”

“I thought there would be a human who was acquainted with the high elves. This is a bit surprising.”

“What a surprise.”

The dark elf erased his smile and said to Ray, who answered indifferently.

“The race of elves is greedy. A beautiful appearance isn’t everything, so please take a wide and deep look. Elves can reveal ugliness even in seemingly precious things. If you don’t know that, you’d better give up.”

that is incomprehensible

What does it mean?

The Dark Elf left those words and turned his back.

“My husband is waiting for me, so I should go soon.”

He murmurs and disappears into the forest.

‘I thought there were dark elves here.’

I heard you don’t get along well with elves.

That’s probably why they live in such a remote place.

Two priests gave Ray, who was resting, some clothes to cover.

“I’m so sorry, but even this…”

I still don’t understand what the operation looked like and it was scary like torture, but it’s a saint chosen by God.

There must have been a reason they didn’t know about.

Priests who persuaded themselves like that began to serve the saint.

Looking at his trembling hands, Ray smiled.

“Don’t be too scared. Because this is my own divine magic.”

“…yes.”

“It sucks.”

It’s not medicine to be understood, but it’s a little like when this reaction comes back after surgery.

Covered in the cloak that the priest had handed over to her, which was heavily saturated with the scent of blood, she reclined casually under the grass.

The operation was completed safely.

Perhaps the head of the priest cast divine magic on his own body to get rid of abnormalities in his body.

However, the reason why it did not heal was probably because the pleural cavity was full of air.

The lungs have been crushed since they have already been punctured and filled with air.

If I cast holy magic there and filled the hole, the air filled in the collapsed lungs and pleural cavity would not escape.

‘I’ve been cured by taking out all the air and gas now.’

Like this, there are many diseases that cannot be cured with divine power.

More than 40% of patients with a first spontaneous pneumothorax have recurrent pneumothorax in the same or contralateral lung.

In addition, among patients treated with recurrent pneumothorax, the probability of recurrent pneumothorax is more than 80%.

But now, with the air removed and the lungs restored, they are completely healed with divine power.

I’m not sure, but it probably won’t happen again.

There will be no side effects or sequelae after surgery.

All that was left was to wait for the priest to wake up.

But what is this futility left in the heart?

I didn’t know that a sad day would come because there was no one to understand.

He looked up at the night sky and murmured.

“Fortress often looks up at the sky.”