Chapter 1461: Split my head! Sir! Please split my head!
What Gretel needs is, of course, more experimental subjects, more experimental materials, and, of course, more experiments.
But before asking for something, he decided to play it safe, observe it for a few days, and then adjust his experimental methods based on the observation results. Soon, he was glad that he was cautious enough:
The first experiment finally failed.
The demon wolf didn't know what was wrong. Three days later, he gradually began to suffer from fatigue, weak legs, and weakness.
Five days later, inability to digest food, loose stools, bloody stools, and various abnormalities began to appear.
It looks like there is a bit of genetic collapse? But I'm not sure. Maybe there are other reasons that can be treated with treatment?
Gretel wanted to keep him under observation for a while and try to save him. However, Vaska's dragon lair guard captain, the first dragon blood scroll that Vaska transformed, the cloud giant Rum, blocked him angrily:
"Don't look at it. Those who have been transformed successfully will jump around after they recover, eat and drink, and their strength will be greatly strengthened. Those who are desperate for death will definitely die, and they will die very quickly——
Only those who succeed are qualified to stand in front of the dragon's lair. The great dragon does not need losers!"
Okay, okay...
Grete sighed and didn't want to say anything else. Since he didn't feel bad even if he died, he could only use some magic and cheat decisively:
The modified chromosomes of the demon wolf have been collected and measured.
Now, Grete drew the magic circle and asked people to carry the magic wolf inside. He held a tube of diluted silver dragon blood in his left hand and a diamond in his right hand - naturally an artificial version. He closed his eyes slightly and began to meditate:
"I need to complete the chromosomes of this demon wolf and restore it to a healthy and strong state...I will improve and complete it on the basis of the transformation and complete the required chromosome fragments. I hope it comes from the dragon clan as much as possible..."
He babbled and babbled, trying to set the conditions for the [Limited Wishing Spell] in as much detail as possible. The most important thing for the success of this spell was the setting of the conditions. The more detailed the conditions, the higher the probability of success.
With the various test results of the magic wolf and the chromosome strips, he has simulated it seven or eight times in the Emerald Dream. At this time, according to the most successful version of the simulation results, he released the spell:
The diamond in his hand turned into ashes, and the silver dragon's blood disappeared without a trace. The entire magic circle aroused a mysterious magical light, which fell on the demon wolf. From the fine hairs on the tips of the ears to the end of the tail, it was washed away and disappeared quietly.
"okay……"
Gretel clapped his hands, threw another healing spell to the demon wolf to maintain its vital signs, and stood up leisurely. Three mage hands flew out, one up, one down, opened its mouth, and the third one flew in,
Scratched it on the roof of its mouth...
The demon wolf obediently opened its mouth and allowed him to manipulate it, perhaps because of its weakness. After Grete finished taking the sample, he threw it into the microscope nearby for analysis, and stood up leisurely:
"Please, please, help me take care of you for a few more days." He smiled and asked Rum:
"Grow it for a few days without any additional intervention. Make sure it is alive - or dead. Just let me know."
If it is best to feed it, you can compare the chromosomes before and after, and you will know what is missing and what is added;
Unfortunately, if you die, if it is determined to be a genetic collapse, it will be equivalent to "eliminating a wrong answer" and starting from scratch again...
He asked to beg, and Lum could only respond respectfully. He didn't have to do anything, just circle a piece of land for the demon wolf, let it lie down, and feed it with water and food on time, and don't let it be bitten to death.
He doesn't have to do this kind of thing himself, he can just instruct his subordinates at will. However, Gretel's next task is a bit troublesome:
"Find me some wild beasts and low-level monsters, arrange them by level, and let me transform them one by one. Start transforming the monsters directly. The cost is still too high..."
This mission is not dangerous, just troublesome. Wild beasts and low-level monsters are never in the adult silver dragon's diet, or even near the dragon's lair. Because of the dragon's power, these things are basically cleared.
Since Gretel gave the order, he had no choice but to send out his subordinates and order the intelligent races in the territory to search all over the mountains and fields, and to pay tribute all over the mountains and fields.
Within two days, Grete received a litter of wild boars, three wild sheep, two deer, a small group of wolves, two foxes, and several nests of rabbits...
There was also an unexpected patient.
"I didn't dare to disturb you, sir." Rum stood ten meters away, bowing respectfully, and reported to Gretel:
"However, Old Matt of the Fire Crow Tribe is the best wizard in the territory, and his people are also the most diligent in this worship. Probably because he is tired, Old Matt has a severe headache, so he can only ask the adults to show him
look……"
Gretel didn't mind seeing one more patient. In fact, he was happy to see a few more patients besides his daily research:
Taking samples every day, looking at chromosomes, looking at chromosomes, looking at chromosomes, he is almost rusty. He has a conscience, he is a doctor, not a scientific researcher, he still prefers to treat people!
The Fire Crow Tribe is a group of dwarfs. Gretel was surprised when he saw two guys who were no taller than his chest and wearing tall pointed hats pushing a cart and bringing patients in -
Flatcar!
Flatcar!
The car they use is a flat car with universal wheels that can turn in all directions!
When he was in Nevis, if he could make a flat car like this, why would he have to let barbarians carry stretchers when he came in and out?
But this surprise was only for a moment. Gretel's attention was quickly attracted by the patient on the flat car:
The old man with snow-white and sparse hair had his eyes closed tightly and curled up into a shrimp on the bed. He frowned and pressed his temples with his hands. He was obviously in extreme pain:
"Ah...ah...I'm going to die...I'm really going to die...Help me, help me..."
"Where does it hurt?"
Grete knelt down in front of him. The old dwarf opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Grete, and immediately wanted to roll off the cart, but Grete held him down:
"Don't salute, don't move. Now tell me, where does it hurt?"
"Headache! It hurts so much! It hurts so much!"
——He has a headache. Grete sighed. His first reaction was to give him a painkiller, and his second reaction was to call the neurology department for consultation.
The emergency department doesn't care much about this kind of disease that won't kill you in a while. If you can, leave it to a specialist, then leave it to a specialist...
However, the cause of the disease was not clear, and direct pain relief was a clinical taboo, so colleagues from the Department of Neurology did not follow him through time.
With CT and MRI, Gretel can barely act as a god, but the god inside is really respectful and insensitive...
But the patient had already arrived and fell into his hands, so he could only bite the bullet and make a differential diagnosis. He pressed the old dwarf's shoulders with both hands and stared into his eyes:
"Listen to me! Answer my question! Where does it hurt in your head? Front? Back? Top of head? Left side? Right side? Near the scalp? Or somewhere deeper?"
"It hurts... it hurts so much... it's very deep... there are bugs biting me, snakes biting me... ah! Don't kill me, don't kill me..."
The old dwarf groaned and answered a few words, and soon started shouting again. Gretel frowned:
what's the situation?
delirium?
epilepsy?
Or hallucinations?
Brain diseases often present such symptoms, but it is not certain... He tried hard to hold the old dwarf down and continued to ask:
"My brain feels like it's cracked open... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts... I heard that you can crack my head open to save people. Please crack my head open! Please!"
Ah, communication with patients is like this. What he answers is rarely what you need to know. Gretel sighed secretly, raised his hand, and threw a blood pressure monitoring spell:
158/105.
According to the standards of normal adults, it is indeed high blood pressure, but it is only high blood pressure level one and has just reached the level of high blood pressure level two. If it can cause such a severe headache, I am afraid it is not enough.
However, for dwarfs, maybe they have level 3 hypertension, severe hypertension? To know this, we need a wide range of data...
Gretel turned his eyes and looked at the two dwarfs who were bringing the patient over:
"Come here! Lie down! Lie down in a row! Be quiet, relax, don't exercise, don't talk... Are there any other tribesmen here? If so, call them all!"
The two middle-aged dwarfs lay down tremblingly. The subordinates next to Cloud Giant Rum ran away and called. After a while, light and rapid footsteps sounded outside, and seven or eight young dwarfs followed.
As soon as they entered the door, Gretel ordered them to lie down together, relax, not to talk or move, and not to be nervous. In order to ensure the effect, Gretel also specially used a group soothing technique before taking measurements:
Well, the general blood pressure of young dwarfs is around 110/70, which is similar to that of normal humans. The old man’s blood pressure is a bit higher. Is it a headache caused by malignant hypertension...
I cast a round of pain relief spells and soothing and tranquility spells first, and watched Old Matt's blood pressure plummet, all the way down to 142/97. It was still high, but it was much better. Relieving the pain really helped to lower blood pressure:
"How many years have you had this headache?"
"It's been many years, my lord, it's been many years... I've had pains since I was young. I get headaches when I stay up late, I get headaches when I'm angry, and I definitely have headaches when I cast too many spells..."
"How old is he? How is his health?"
"58 years old, sir. My health is usually in good shape. Apart from the headaches, my health is in great shape! I can run, jump, and hit people! All kinds of things in our tribe are done under his guidance!"
The middle-aged dwarf who pushed him in was finally allowed to get up, nodded and bowed beside him, and answered respectfully. Grete immediately frowned tightly:
If high blood pressure causes headaches, such a severe headache must mean high blood pressure. Moreover, if you have malignant high blood pressure for such a long time - let's say 20 years - you want to be able to run, jump and hit people?
Target organ damage can knock someone down!
I'm afraid this headache is not caused by high blood pressure, and we need to find another reason...