Chapter 210: Oxygen inhalation relies on electrolyzed water...
After the endotracheal intubation was completed and fresh air entered the airway, Aurora Wharton's expression immediately softened. His hands that were scratching his throat relaxed and fell down, and there was a steady sound of airflow in the airway. Grete helped him up again,
When I asked him to sit upright and breathe, he could actually sit still.
The most tense and fatal point passed. Gretel breathed a sigh of relief and began to urge:
"Is the experimental bench ready?"
Whether it is mild, moderate or severe chlorine poisoning, oxygen inhalation is an important treatment method. The problem is that Grete does not have pure oxygen...
As for temporarily getting on the sedan to pierce the ears, he could only wait for it to be used while instructing the magicians to electrolyze water on the spot. Not only that, he also had to tell them how to test:
"The gases coming out of the two graphite rods are different! Remember to check! When one is lit, it will have a blue flame, and if you put the wood chip in the other, the flame will suddenly become very big! I want the one with the bigger flame.
! Collect a bottle and bring it to me quickly!"
"It's not that troublesome!" The silver-haired magician who decided to let him do Qi Qi turned around, raised his hand from afar, and threw the two identification skills...
"This is it! Fire gas! Collect a bottle and send it over!"
Grete: "..." So it's been several months and you haven't given it a name yet?
But this is not a big deal. Whether it is the energy of fire or the energy of life, you can call it whatever you want. Just give me a bottle of pure oxygen quickly. You can name it as you wish.
He wiped it on his waist and took out a big stick - a copper tube-style stethoscope. It's good to have a space bag. All these necessary equipment can be carried with you...emmmmm, moist rales in both lungs, fortunately it is not diffuse.
Yes, it is not considered severe chlorine poisoning. Even so, it is best to give him oxygen as soon as possible!
"Is it okay over there?"
"Not yet! It's only half a bottle!"
The speed at which oxygen is produced is annoying. But Gretel doesn't want to interfere too much. Mainly, he doesn't know if increasing the voltage or current will improve the oxygen production efficiency or blow up the oxygen tank first. He can only
With self-reliance and hard work, he first performed a therapeutic technique on the patient's lungs.
There seems to be no reaction. One more?... Another one?
After taking five [Treat Minor Injuries] shots at once, the wet rales under the stethoscope finally became lighter and seemed to be turning into dry rales. Gretel already felt faintly dizzy and her temples were swollen, so she knew that the spell was cast in a short period of time.
Too much. He didn't dare to use the healing technique anymore, took back the stethoscope, took it out, and threw out a lot of things.
Dwarf version of the ventilator!
Uh... I'd better forget about the bucket and the mask for now. I'll just make do with the air pump and the rubber tube...
The magicians gathered in a group stretched their necks and looked curiously, but for fear of disturbing Grete's treatment, they did not dare to get closer than two meters. Only a magician ran over from the experimental table:
"Okay, okay! This is the first bottle! You use it first!"
"Okay!" Grete responded and quickly calculated. The air pump is relatively large, and the volume of the oxygen bottle is about half of the air pump...at most 60%? It's not bad. Anyway, in this case, high-flow oxygen inhalation,
The oxygen volume fraction is at most 70%, so pure oxygen cannot be used. Then the next step is...
He pointed to the air pump of the ventilator and shouted:
"Someone help me transfer the gas here!"
Five or six hands stretched out like a forest, and there was a stalemate for a moment. The magician squatting in the middle "pop", "pop", "pop", knocked off the hands of his companions, and moved two steps forward:
"Me! I major in wind!"
"It's you! Hurry!"
Gretel simply gave him a bottle of oxygen. He reached out to pick up the endotracheal tube and tapped the end of the soft vine. The vine stretched and expanded, wrapping one end of the rubber tube and tightening it quickly. Finished here.
The wind magician over there just happened to finish his work:
"alright!"
"You wait here! Wait for the next bottle to be transferred!"
Grete ordered him, and his hands began to push and pull, pushing and pulling, pushing the air pump like a clinical ball. Chlorine poisoning and oxygen treatment are matters for the emergency medicine or respiratory department. He just
I have read a few papers. It seems that the oxygen flow should be at... Damn it! Not enough oxygen!
"Has the fire-burning energy healed? Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!!!"
"Coming, coming, coming!"
The experimental bench repeatedly agreed and sent three bottles of gas at once. Grete looked up in his busy schedule and saw that they had opened four water tanks at the same time, surrounding the force field power supply in them, and started electrolysis together...
Uh, okay... Anyway, I just want the results...
With a steady supply of pure oxygen, and Grete pushing the air pump at a constant speed and continuing to provide oxygen, the patient's condition actually began to improve little by little. The cyanosis on the lips and nails faded little by little, and the chest tightness and shortness of breath also began to lessen. About half an hour later
, you no longer need to sit upright to breathe, you can lie down and look calm.
Master Carlisle rushed over at this moment. He accompanied a great magician and hurried in. As soon as they entered, the two of them were shocked by the scene in front of them:
You can still understand it when you are lying on the ground. What does it mean to have a tube inserted in your neck? There is a pump connected to the tube? It is pushed and pushed? What is this doing?
"How is the poisoned person doing?" The great magician stepped forward, waved his hand, and the milky white light rain sprinkled down. It was the healing technique that Gretel was all too familiar with. Gretel looked up and was overjoyed:
"His lungs are injured! Treat the lungs! Treat the lungs! Leave that tube alone! I'll take care of it!!!"
The great magician was stunned. He squatted down, looked at Aurora Wharton lying on the ground, and then looked at Gretel. Gretel was so tired that his face was flushed, and his hand pushed the air pump at a constant speed, not daring to pause for a moment. The great magician
I looked at his movements carefully, then raised my eyes and paused for a moment on his mage badge - fourth-ring arcanist, second-level magician?
That little guy who has become very famous recently? I heard that he is actually a healer... By the way, what is his name?
"Gret Nordmark?"
Gretel nodded vigorously. The great magician pondered for a moment, then pressed his palm on the left chest of the patient, and dots of white light flew and penetrated into the chest. The light spots were thick, soft and not dazzling, and it looked like they were made by the great healer. Grete took a peek.
, the gold stars on the great magician's badge flashed, one, two, three...
A level 13 great magician...
Level 13, a boss in the conjuration and medical branches.
This surgical treatment is really beautiful.
He let go of the air pump and let it fall on the translucent floating dish. He raced against time to take out the stethoscope. He pressed on his left lung and listened carefully——
Normal breath sounds!
This healing technique is too powerful!
"The left lung is cured! The right lung!"
The big man in the spell department glanced at Gretel in surprise. He relied on his perception of the breath of life to determine that his left lung was healed. What did this child rely on? That tube?
"How did you know?"
"Well, listen to the breathing sounds, they are different on both sides..."
Grete generously gave him the stethoscope, cut off the tracheal tube himself, and removed the connected air pump. Since one lung lobe has been cured, there is no need to continue to give him oxygen. More ventilation is not good. Wait for the spell system
After listening to the breathing sounds on both sides, the boss reached out and pressed the patient's right chest. Grete squatted next to him and pointed at the patient's throat:
"He also has a problem here. His throat is extremely swollen and he can't breathe in... Master, please heal his throat. Once cured, I can extubate him!"
The man of the spell department took a deep look at him, touched the patient's throat lightly with his fingers, closed his eyes to feel it, and threw down another healing spell. Gretel confirmed that the laryngeal edema had disappeared, rubbed it forward, and used both hands to
Hold the endotracheal tube:
"Shrink, restore..."
The tender green vine swayed gently. Inch by inch, it was pulled out of the patient's trachea and reduced to seeds in Grete's hand.
"Okay, okay! I'll do the next one!"
The great magician had already raised his palm, then put it down gently. He looked at Gretel curiously with a look like "I want to see why you dare to snatch it from me." Gretel smiled at him, lowered his head, and looked at him across the screen.
Centimeter refers to the patient's neck:
"Heal minor injuries!"
Heal the trachea first, and then move the mage's hands to return the pulled tissue in front of the trachea to its original position. Guide a ball of healing energy to brush over it to heal the slight injuries during the pulling process... Heal the subcutaneous tissue layer by layer! Healing
Skin! Perfect!
The great magician's eyes narrowed slightly. After Gretel finished everything, he handed him a badge:
"Your treatment method is interesting. My name is Galen Novak. If you are interested in exchanging healing techniques, you can come to me on the 75th floor of the Conjuration Tower."
"Hey!" Dr. Carlisle called dissatisfied. Novak laughed:
"Okay, okay, let's talk later. I have a lot of things to do, and you pulled me over halfway... Little Gretel, come and play when you have time!"
He waved his sleeves and walked away. Dr. Carlisle stood up to see him out. As soon as he returned to the laboratory, he cast his eyes on Gretel:
"what happened?"
As he went back and forth, the silver-haired magician who stood up before, the eldest disciple of Master Carlisle, had already finished clearing the place. The magicians from other rooms came out to watch the fun, and the change magicians who were doing experiments with him,
As well as the disciples who were helping him, every one of them was invited out.
In Laboratory No. 6, only the direct disciples of Master Carlisle were left, as well as Master Gret Carlisle, who was busy taking care of Aurora Wharton. He had no scruples when questioning him:
"What happened? How could Wharton be poisoned?"
In Archbishop Carlisle's opinion, it was probably because something went wrong during Gretel's experiment, and his disciple stepped forward to save people regardless of his own safety - otherwise, how can we explain that the second-level mage was safe and the fifth-level mage was knocked down instead?
However, he sent Wharton here to act as a bodyguard. Even if the disciple was injured, Gretel could not be blamed too much. At most, he could use this as an excuse to persuade Gretel not to do experiments that are too dangerous...
Unexpectedly, Gretel's face was calm, without any hint of shame. Instead, his little disciple trembled, lowered his head and muttered:
"It's my fault...I imitated his experiments without authorization..."
What?! Master Carlisle became more and more angry as he listened. When he heard the last word, he waved his hand, and a huge transparent palm came out, and whipped Wharton away on the spot: