He inserted the hose along the wound on his right chest and placed the other end in the reagent bottle. He closed the wound with both hands. Jiang Junming shouted in the ear of the seriously injured priest: "Breathe hard!" The seriously injured priest still had some remaining consciousness, as if he heard Jiang Junming's words, his chest began to fluctuate violently. As the seriously injured priest's chest fluctuated, the water in the reagent bottle was immediately stained with blood, and gurgling bubbles emerged. The simplest closed drainage could also save lives, but Jiang Junming didn't know if he did this to violate the rules of the Gods of Light and the Gods of Justice, and would be burned to death on the stolen rack.

"Cough cough cough..." The seriously injured priest began to cough violently. Jiang Jun knew that this was a normal reaction after the reopening of the lung lobe, and was not panicked. While soothing the seriously injured priest's emotions, he took the sewing bag and began to fix the hose with the needle and thread of sewing clothes, sewing the wound on the right chest of the seriously injured priest.

The needles for sewing clothes are different from the suture needles for surgery. Jiang Junming was a little uncomfortable and had no disinfection at all. Seeing the seriously injured priest's face changed from pale to pale, and with a little vitality, Jiang Junming knew that this person would not die now, but there would be more troubles in the future. Will he be infected? If the act of sewing the wounds is discovered by the priests, what kind of trouble will it bring? Jiang Junming's mind will explode when he thinks of it.

No matter how he thinks, the intention of curing diseases and saving people has the upper hand. No matter how many he has, he will save the person first. Jiang Junming finally chose the simplest and most direct solution, saving people first.

As the life passed, the seriously injured priest was a little hazy. In a trance, he saw a white robes appearing in front of him. In the faint light, he seemed to have seen the glory of the Kingdom of God. His last trace of consciousness must have been that he had prayed devoutly by the gods he believed in, so that he could return to the Kingdom of God after his death.

He prayed devoutly until the seriously injured priest found that his last trace of consciousness did not disappear, but gradually became clearer. At this time, his vision became clearer from blur, and a figure wearing a white robe was busy in front of him.

Even if I have such a serious injury, the ordinary priests and priests cannot save me. How did this child survive? I know my injuries. Even the healing technique of a more powerful priest may not be able to save me, but I miraculously lived!

Although the blood has not stopped, the power that has been pressing on his chest to make him unable to breathe inexplicably disappeared. Looking at Jiang Junming, wearing a white robe, who was busy, thinking of the blurry scene he saw when he was dying, deep thoughts were revealed in the eyes of the seriously injured priest.

Jiang Junming had quick hands and feet. Although there was no anesthetic, the seriously injured priest who had lost half of his life did not have the strength to scream and scream in pain. Soon, the wound was sutured.

"Thank you. My name is Raphael. I am the priest who cares about the church. What's your name?" The priest Raphael said in a weak voice and said to Jiang Junming in a low voice. "You don't have to be polite for a little thing. My name is Junming. Although you are injured a little bit, someone should take care of your condition, but I can't keep you here." Jiang Junming said embarrassedly, "You also know what the temple will do if a priest dies here. Moreover, please don't tell others about treating your injuries, okay?"

Priest Raphael glanced at the tube left on himself and the dark red blood that was led out. He knew what the child named Jun Ming was worried about. He forced a smile and comforted Jiang Junming, saying, "I can't die, I'll take a break and leave. As for other things, don't worry."

Hearing Raphael say this, Jiang Junming felt slightly relieved. He was a little impulsive just now and used the surgery of the previous life to solve the rescue, but the unpredictable troubles made Jiang Junming a little upset.

Jiang Junming looked at the expression of the seriously injured priest and felt that he was not lying. As long as he was not dead, everything would be fine. It seemed that his energy and physical strength were discharged with the gas in his chest. Priest Raphael recovered a little strength. After resting for a while, he raised his hand and fell on his body with a white light.

The magic of the priest? Jiang Junming's eyes were straightened. This was the first time he had witnessed the magic of supernatural powers in his own eyes when he came to this world. It is said that there is magic, which Jiang Junming had never seen before.

The white light seemed to carry some magical power. As the light appeared, countless lights seemed to seep into the body of the seriously injured priest, repairing the hideous wound at a speed visible to Jiang Junming's naked eyes.

I don’t know if the magical arts of the priest have antibiotics and tetanus antitoxin effects. Seeing the white light falling, Jiang Junming had such a strange thought in his mind. Perhaps there is no tetanus in this world at all. Thinking of it, Jiang Junming showed a self-deprecating smile on his face.

After Raphael used a healing spell, he was exhausted all his energy, lay on the table with a pale face, gasping for breath. The water in the reagent bottle below turned completely dark red, and some blood clots were precipitated at the bottom. The liquid in the reagent bottle was bubbling with the breath of the seriously injured priest.

The lungs were seriously injured. Jiang Junming sighed and carefully observed the simple closed chest drainage bottle and found that the bubbles seemed to be decreasing. It was probably the effect of the white light that repaired the damaged lungs in such a short time. It was really amazing.

Half an hour later, Priest Raphael said, "I'm much better, Jun Ming, please send me out."

I felt a little guilty. I didn’t look like a doctor when I drove away such a serious injury. Even after more than ten years of coming to this world, Jiang Junming has not yet become a person in this world. Sometimes the thoughts of the previous life still appear in my mind. Otherwise, Jiang Junming would not risk being burned to treat a seriously injured priest.

Watching Master Raphael leave, his weak figure after being seriously injured, he walked very slowly and staggered a little. Master Raphael held a simple "chest closed drainage bottle" in one hand, and held the wall with the other hand and walked away barely. Jiang Junming whispered: "The reagent bottle should be lower than the wound, otherwise the water would flow backwards. Also, if it's okay, just unplug the hose."

Priest Raphael looked back at Jiang Junming, nodded, said nothing, and turned around and left.
Chapter completed!