[IC] The Shanty Town
They checked to ensure that the man was lashed to the bed as tightly as permitted, and that the man's teeth were firmly planted on a bite stick, and then the doctor began to operate.
The doctor's hands are deft as he brings down the blade, and then goes to work with the hacksaw. The scream fades into incoherence as the man mercifully faints, and defter still when he and his assistant quickly finish the cut. The bleeding is quickly controlled with a small hot iron, and then the wound is washed with boiling wine. The man works with deft practice, despite the gloves and mask he's wearing.
"Check the spine and abdomen for contusions or the marks internal bleednig." The doctor said as he put his gory blade asside. He looked over the man's color and felt his clammy skin. "This man's humours are dangerously out of balance. Bring the salt solution immediately, and extra blankets.... but he is breathing at least."
A very odd rack was brought out with some kind of metal vessel on the top. A rubber tube ran from the thing down to a bronze syringe. It was checked carefully by both nurse and doctor before the man's arm was wiped and then the syringe carefully entered.
The doctor swore "no, try again" and there was a bit of bleeding. After a moment, the thing settled. The nurse stared at some instrumentation on the rack, and a mechanical clockwork whirr began. "It's running, standard flow.".
Nurses checked the man's pulse and breathing and recorded them on a small slate, occasionally glancing back at a mechanical clock to record the exact time. From
Plaga's observation of heartrates and breathing, the man would probably live if he didn't have any other obvious injuries at least for a few days. It was pretty good work, considering that this was the sort of injury that practically demanded low magic to stabilize.
The doctor and nurse checked him for other injuries but quickly confirmed that the bruising on the man was just bruising, and not some hideous internal injury. Finally, the doctor's worktools were placed in a bucket of coals by a small fireplace. It looked like someone had placed some kind of tile over the wooden floor so that there wouldn't be a fire hazard. The stones had a light reddish tinge.
By the time that was done, the nurse reported that the man's breathing and pulse was returning to normal, and that he was no longer pale and clammy. The doctor nodded, and stepped away from his patient to clean up, finally noticing plaga.
"Thank you for waiting... ma'am." He tried but could not identify her. "I'm Dr. Brokenblade. May we please speak outside? I need some air and this patient should avoid contact with anyone who's not their doctor." He really hoped she wasn't there for treatment for some infectious disease.. though given her attire, that seemed unlikely.
He did sound a little shaky after that, though from Plaga's judgment he'd done a good job. Amputations were not a pleasant business, of course.
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