It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 1817 Cranial Slow Release and Decompression Technique to Protect the Archmage
Chapter 1817 Cranial Slow Release and Decompression Technique to Protect the Archmage
Chapter 1824 Cranial Slow Release and Decompression Technique to protect the Archmage!
Facts have proved that if there are enough victims, no, test subjects, and enough good auxiliary tools, it will be very fast to learn lumbar puncture.
"Connect the posterior superior skeletal spine, take the midpoint! Take the midpoint! Mark it using the mage's trick! Then use [Detection Magic] to observe it yourself, and compare it with the point you marked!"
"Practice ten rabbits! If it doesn't work, practice ten more! I don't believe you can't do it with a hundred rabbits! If you can't do this, you should stop being a spell caster!"
"The needle is slightly tilted towards the head! Slightly tilted! Do you know what slightly tilted means? If you don't know, just use [Detection Magic] again and see where the seam between the two bones goes!"
"The rabbit is convulsing! Sister over there, help with some healing techniques~~~"
"Don't insert the needle too deep, you idiot! He said he felt a breakthrough and stopped immediately - if you don't understand, just take a piece of beef spine and poke it a hundred times with the needle!"
"Corpse for rent! Corpse for rent! - A complete corpse has never been poked, and you can try it at least twenty times! Each puncture is worth one research point. From my experience, you can practice by renting up to ten corpses.
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In three days, this group of therapists, after tinkering and tinkering, actually learned to perform lumbar puncture on rabbits - the success rate was not to say 100%, but at least 80%.
As for whether the spinal cord was punctured, well, the rabbit is still alive anyway...
By the time Grete reacted, the group of healers had already begun to try lumbar puncture on living people. Of course, the experiment had to be passed on corpses first, and the success rate was high enough before trying it on living people.
Of course, the body of a noble spellcaster is very precious and cannot be damaged. Therefore, these healers, especially the necromancers, go around deceiving the guards and servants of the mage tower, as well as the surrounding natives:
"Om, hey hey hey... can you do me a favor and let us experiment? I guarantee there will be no problem. Look, the high-level healer is standing by, ready to cast healing spells at any time!"
"Tiga, can you help us practice your skills? Once, just once, practice once, and I will give you a healing potion!"
"Florona, please help me..."
Gretel:……
"First of all, you should do a good job in the pre-operative conversation! You must tell others without any concealment what the consequences will be if you fail! Secondly, let others have full freedom of choice! Finally, you must give enough compensation! Give enough
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In this frenzy of practice, only Anivea and Leon Carlos did not participate. The two disciples, Grete, were busy growing vines and thorns, hoping to use the thorns and vines to complete the waist piercing work:
"The vines of the Blood Ivy...are too thick and do not meet the requirements."
"The vines of the Black Blood Vine...are too thick."
"The thorns of the Cold Iron Thorn...can't make them hollow! There's no way!"
"The thorns of the emerald ice thorns...the tip strength is still not strong enough..."
One plant after another was tried, and one plant after another was stimulated. As a necromancer, Leon Carlos did not have so many choices. He could only urge the white bones to form bone spurs and pierce them into the spine:
"Rabbit...it's easy to prick."
"Wild boar... is a little more difficult, but the bone spurs are strong enough."
"The fifth-level mountain-shaking pig...this is more difficult to attack. The output power of the spell must be very strong..."
"Level 10 woolly rhinoceros... I first cut off a piece of skin on the back, but it was almost impossible to pierce it! Why! Are the ligaments of these high-level monsters so strong?!"
"The fifteenth-level ice tiger... I can't even stab the corpse... By analogy, what should I do if I encounter a similar situation with a high-level knight?
Relying on puncture and drainage is simply not possible! We still have to rely on magic! Rely on magic, the magic resistance of high-level experts..."
Grand Duke Rimmer didn't care what Gretel was struggling with. He didn't care how many rabbits these necromancers killed during their training, or even how many people they injured or maimed. He didn't care what Gretel's disciples were studying.
He was just happy to get a group of assistants. They came and went as soon as they were called. They were full of enthusiasm and were never impatient. Even if he toiled two hundred rabbits a day, those necromancers would take it seriously and help him.
Draw two hundred times:
When there are not enough rabbits, they will automatically realize that they will go out to play the flute in the wild to summon more rabbits...
With enough test subjects, Grand Duke Rimmer's [Drying Touch·Cerebrospinal Fluid Version] progressed very quickly. From the very first spell, all the brains were drained, to the time the spell was cast, only half of the cerebrospinal fluid was drained;
With another spell, 10% of the water in the cerebrospinal fluid is quickly drained;
Finally, a spell was taken and only 1% of the water was drained...
"Is this okay? Is this okay?"
Grand Duke Rimmer looked at Gretel longingly, hoping that he would say "yes" so that he could be freed from this research. Please, such a powerful spell!
The consumption is small, the effect is strong, and the enemy dies quickly with just one shot! What else is there to be dissatisfied about? You have to change it over and over again...
How slow do you have to change it to be satisfied?
"Well, it's best to use a slow-release one, one drop per second...or in other words, 40-50 drops per minute, no more than 500 ml a day. You can adjust it. It's better if it doesn't exceed 200-300 ml a day..."
The more Gretel spoke, the quieter her voice became. The more she spoke, the quieter her voice became.
The brains of children, adults, dwarfs, and cloud giants are all different in size. The amount of cerebrospinal fluid produced every day is different, and the drainage speed may also be different...
It is best to control this decompression spell once per minute, 1/1440 part of cerebrospinal fluid each time; if it can be controlled once per second, 1/86400 part cerebrospinal fluid each time, that would be great...
The Grand Duke of Rimmer was silent for a long time, then turned and left. Gretel chased after him and shouted:
"I know this is difficult - but at least write out the spell model! Write out the spell model! Write it out..."
This request was still acceptable. Gretel took the new version of the spell that the Grand Duke had tinkered with, and gave it to the conjuration system for them to modify, and to the alchemists to develop alchemical equipment for cranial decompression.
By the way, it also comes with an automatic measuring device - once the intracranial pressure reaches the safety line, it will automatically stop [Thirst Touch], so no more pumping!
With the collective efforts of the entire Mage Tower, within one and a half months, the device requested by Grete has been developed. Through the communication system of the Mage Tower, it was sent to Nevis and delivered to the hands of Archmage Morton.
Not long after, I happened to catch up with Archmage Bielsa, the highest-level healer in the Council, the editor-in-chief of "Medical Research" and a level 18 conjuration mage, preparing to attack level 19:
"Okay? Can this thing be used? - There is no one stronger than him in the Council. Archmage Bielsa has problems on his own, but there is no such a strong person to save him..."
"Okay, let's get ready first! What if it's useful... Bah, bah, bah, it's best not to use it!"
Something strange happened to the cat...
The cat’s home address was registered as a place of business by a company I had never heard of, or the neighborhood committee notified the cat through a census...
The cat is going to fight! I will go to the Industrial and Commercial Office tomorrow to apply for correction!