Give gastrointestinal decompression and enema with 500ml warm saline.
About 500ml of oxygen was injected through the gastric tube (Grete circled the word, feeling very guilty), and the patient's pain was immediately relieved. After 15 minutes, he used magical observation to confirm that the roundworm was basically dead.
After 30 minutes, give 200ml of soybean oil, add about 200g of onion, squeeze the juice, mix well and take it orally. Observe closely.
After 5.5 hours, the anus was exhausted and defecation occurred.”
Grete put down the last stroke on the medical record, stood up straight, and stretched. This patient was finally solved!
Speaking of which, this time it went quite smoothly, there were no accidents, and the informed consent form for the operation was not used - of course, from a doctor's point of view, it is best not to use it. Not only that, he also gained a little more...
By the way, what is that bell for?
Grete dug and dug, and took out the bell given by the old magician from his pocket, looking up and down:
The silver-white bell-shaped bell is a little more than three centimeters in height and 2.5 centimeters in diameter. There is a bell tongue hanging in the middle. Gretel took it in his hand and shook it. The bell tongue seemed to be cast inside the bell and could not move.
It moves, but doesn't make any sound at all.
Uh...it seems that's not how it is used...
Gretel took it closer and looked at it. The bell was engraved with fine patterns. Looking carefully, it was a magical text written in cursive script. He identified each word and read it out unknowingly:
"Everything in the past is...all is...all is..."
He couldn't pronounce the last word. There were gentle footsteps behind him, and someone walked up to him, and an old voice prompted:
"illusory."
"All these are illusions!" Gretel immediately repeated it. The bell jingled, and a wisp of smoke came out from the opening of the bell. The lower half was still inside, and the upper half had condensed into a human shape.
shouted from the edge:
"Who is it? I was reciting a spell and was still hesitating. I stretched my head halfway and then retracted it again!"
Uh...uh...excuse me?
Grete almost blurted out, but he would hold back at the last moment.
He looked carefully and saw that the guy emerging from the bell was not big. His upper body was only about a foot tall, and his total height was estimated to be no more than two feet. He had green skin, blue hair, a tall nose, and pointed ears. He was extremely tall.
Ugly.
The two hands holding on to the edge of the bell were thin and long, with fingers like spider legs. They felt like they could break with just a slight touch. The old magician explained beside him:
"I got this bell in the ruins in the early years. There is a monster sealed inside, which is this guy. You can control it by holding the bell. The opening spell is the sentence on the shell. When you take it back, recite it backwards."
Reading backwards? This is too tiring! Gretel was secretly speechless. The old magician seemed to know what he was thinking, and added:
"You can change the opening spell by using your mental power to mark him."
Gretel quickly thanked him. Master Tolga waved his hand:
"It's nothing. Asking for your unique secret recipe should give you some compensation. - This guy is not very strong, but his hands are quite skillful. He can help you make some accessories and so on."
As he spoke, he glanced at the monster. The monster had completely crawled out of the bell. It was doing somersaults on the ground, raising a dragonfly, tossing back and forth, while muttering curses. A smile flashed in the old magician's eyes:
"This thing is quite loyal, but it has a bad temper and likes to scold people. If you cook something delicious for it, its work efficiency will double. If it doesn't know how to cook, you can just buy a few candies for it.
"
Can you make jewelry?
Very good!
My microscope! My slides, coverslips! My syringe! My needle!
Gretel's eyes widened. He respectfully thanked him again, quickly picked up the little monster and ran back to the room. The old magician slowly added from behind:
"By the way, the energy that keeps this thing moving in the outside world is gold coins..."
It's a gold coin...
It's a gold coin...
It's a gold coin...
Gretel's legs went weak and he almost fell down.
gold?
How many gold coins does he have left in his pocket now?
How many days will it take to hire this thing?
Is the cost of asking him to make microscopes and needles higher than buying them in the market?
I'll rename it "Gold Coin" later!
Gretel thought fiercely. He put the gremlin back into the bell and walked into the room quickly. Salina had already walked out of the innermost room. Her face was red and her trouser legs were a little damp. When she saw Gretel, she reflexively turned to him.
Give way to the side:
"She's much better...Thank you very much."
"Nothing, I'm a healer." Grete smiled and nodded, passing by the female knight, and walked quickly inside: "I'm going to see her - by the way, are the things she solved still there? They haven't been thrown away.
Bar?"
One second, two seconds, three seconds. There was still no sound from behind. When Gretel turned around, he saw that half of the female knight's cheeks and ears were dyed pink. He could only shrug, spread his hands to himself, and continued walking inside.
——
Whether the parasites in this world are roundworms or not, as a doctor, he must see it with his own eyes before he can be reassured.
"...Not yet. I'll take you there." As soon as he walked into the longhouse door, the female knight had already followed. Although she still refused to look at Gretel, she walked faster and faster, and soon passed him. She was on the left
He turned to the right to guide Gretel, and finally, holding his nose, he dragged a wooden barrel out of the corner:
"Here...what are you looking at!"
Gretel had already picked up a ladle, scooped up water, and poured it into the wooden bucket. He stirred the wooden bucket with a small black pottery saucer in his left hand and a wooden stick in his right hand. Soon, white insects were stirred up.
Coming up, Grete picked up a few and put them on the plate. After careful inspection, he found that they were indeed the same as the roundworms he had seen in his previous life:
Long, thin, with horizontal stripes on the body surface, and some have curled tails. When I was undergoing a parenteral rotation in my previous life, I followed a patient with roundworm intestinal obstruction. Unfortunately, at noon that day, the lunch box left for them was
Fried noodles——
That time, several interns couldn't eat even half a bite.
I felt really disgusted when I endorsed it in my previous life, and even laughed at the excrement workers in the gastrointestinal surgery department. Now in this other world, I can actually watch it with concentration. I can only say that working for yourself is really different.
He washed his hands carefully, went back to see the patient, and saw that Iris's bulging belly was indeed much flatter. He looked again with X-ray magic to confirm that there were no signs of intestinal strangulation or intestinal perforation, and vomited.
Tone:
"Give her a cup of sugar-salted water, and half an hour later, eat something soft. Then drink a cup of scallion oil an hour after the meal. She will be relieved a few times in the middle of the night to expel all the bugs."
"How many more times do we have to come..."
The two girls wailed in unison. Gretel nodded and was about to say a few more words of comfort when his expression suddenly changed and he ran away——
This time, he ran exactly the same as Iris, who was clutching her belly.