Chapter 9
They had been patrolling outside the city for a day and a half, and it didn't seem appropriate to turn back now. Luckily, according to Garrett Nordmark's mories, there was a large farm about a dozen miles away. The group lifted the stretcher and continued forward. When they left the farmhouse, Garrett noticed sothing concerninga shallow grave with most of the body exposed, hastily buried and torn apart by wild dogs.
They were ill-prepared and hurried, unable to address it then. After crossing a mountain ridge, they took a break to rest and drink water. Captain Karen propped himself up from the stretcher and asked, "Little Garrett, can I have so water?"
Garrett knew it would be this way. If it were the past, before and after abdominal surgery, he'd educate the patient and family on various aspects. But here, all normal procedures were disrupted, and it was only him rolling up his sleeves:
"No, you can't eat now! You can't drink either, even if you're thirsty!"
"When can I drink water then?"
Garrett remained silent. According to standard practice, after 2-3 days post-surgery, once the gastrointestinal tract resus movent and gas is passed, one can start with liquids. However, the surgery just perford had not involved anesthesia throughout, and although the intestines were damaged, the healing potion applied had quickly rectified it.
So, how long until the gut starts moving again?
Surgery books, physiology, nurous academic papers. Guidelines from European and Arican societies for enteral and parenteral nutrition, each edition. Countless references flickered through Garrett's mind.
In front of him, Uncle Karen awaited with hopeful eyes, and the surrounding soldiers watched intently
One second, two seconds, three seconds
Under the midsumr afternoon sun, a drop of cold sweat quietly trickled down Garrett's spine.
In nearly a hundred years, nobody had perford a gut surgery without anesthesia. Without theories or experintal data, how could one judge the fasting period?
Use intuition?
He had to resort to the most primitive thod! Gritting his teeth, Garrett knelt on one knee, hands on the ground, leaning in close:
"Uncle Karen, just hold on a bit longer, let
listen!"
He lifted the injured person's armor and clothes, turned his head, and pressed his ear against Captain Karen's abdon. The pungent sll of sweat mixed with the tallic scent of blood hit Garrett's nose, and he almost faintedoh, why didn't he have a stethoscope!
His 3M stethoscope he bought with a hefty sum! The hospital-provided Yuyue stethoscope! Even though its price was just a tenth of the 3M's and its clarity was a magnitude lower, it was better than having nothing! Yuyue, co to ! I won't look down on you again!
If not that, even a potato chip tube would do Can't publish top-tier journals, but at least I could use it as a makeshift stethoscope!
On the first day in this world, tears stread down Garrett's face countless tis.
The sorrow was imnse.
He had to suppress it while consoling the wounded: "Uncle Karen, don't worry. When your gut gurgles, that's when you can have so water"
"What about food?"
"No, that's not possible! Really not possible! Hold on a bit more. Once you're better, I'll personally cook sothing tasty for you!"
"Little Garrett, are you trying to poison ?" Captain Karen burst into laughter.
Garrett remained silent. Don't look down on ! Just because the previous host couldn't cook doesn't an I can't! I'll find a chance to prove myself! However, that chance wouldn't co now. Garrett held his breath, trying to listen, but couldn't hear the "gurgle gurgle" of the intestines. He stood up, panting heavily, and reassured the patient:
"Uncle Karen, you still can't drink water now. Hold on a bit longer, I reckon it'll be two or three days at most. If you're really thirsty, here, use this cloth to moisten your lips"
After resting, they resud their journey. Delayed by battle and healing, they arrived at the farm for the night, the sky already dark. Following the group out of the woods, they noticed the farmyard lit up brightly, an oddity compared to the humble surroundings.
"Strange, so many lights"
Vali, the shield soldier leading, murmured. As they approached, they all realized the discrepancythe opulent carriage parked in the farm's threshing ground, contrasting with the rustic environnt.
A dark walnut carriage, adorned with daffodil-shaped silver ornants on the sides and rear. At the center of the petals, a large sapphire glead brightly in the lamplight.
This was a carriage for the wealthynot just the rich; judging by the crest, it belonged to nobility, right?
Garrett imdiately steered the squad away. Young priest John, also of common birth, having just beco a priest's apprentice, didn't want any unnecessary trouble with nobles. They followed the group, avoiding the main entrance, and remained silent.
The farm was quite sizable, composed of several buildings forming a low and irregular structure. A fence surrounded the houses, made of pointed wooden stakes planted closely together, emphasizing defense.
The squad circled around to the back gate along the outer edge of the fence. The owner ca out and ushered them into the kitchen. The farm owner was once a captain in the city guard, familiar with Captain Karen. Seeing him injured, he was shocked and bombarded them with questions:
"How did this happen?"
"Oh, thank the heavens, he's alive! That's good! Eat sothing, we have guests today, and we've cooked mutton stew!"
"What? Still can't eat? Fine, the rest of you, eat more!"
The kitchen bustled with preparations for dinner. Garrett stood outside the door leading to the hall, discreetly peeking inside. The hall was long and wide but surprisingly low-ceilinged, disproportionate in height and area. The ground was compacted, tinged with grayish-white, likely a mixture of local li and clay.
About a quarter of the inner space was raised into a platform, one step higher than the rest, with a table draped in a natural tablecloth. Another longer but shorter table extended from the center of the raised platform to the entrance, forming a T-shaped configuration. The lower table was rough, with boards barely planed, apparently for laborers and lower-class individuals.
This table arrangent was familiar to Garrett from past movies and docuntaries: Oxford, Cambridge, those ancient colleges, and even in "Harry Potter"they were set up similarly.
The main table had finished feasting. A young priest in his twenties leisurely sipped wine. There was an array of cutlery before the priest, and when Garrett peeked, he noticed the priest's light blue silk robe shimring.
At the lower end, a knight sat, his armor gleaming, an unsheathed greatsword resting beside him. The table below was a ss, half of the escort soldiers had dispersed. A few youths wearing coarse hemp overcoats, resembling farmhands, were gobbling down their food.
"What are you gawking at?"
A hefty hand slapped Garrett's shoulder. He turned around, and Raymond, grinning mischievously, looked past him into the hall:
"Oh, it's a priest of the Spring Goddess. See, this is how respectable healers are treatedcarriages, silk robes, silver bowls and plates, wine Little Garrett, don't worry, you'll have that soon too!"
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