Gretel's mage level advancement this time was earlier than before.
Perhaps the role of penicillin is too important, perhaps he has treated too many patients in the infectious disease hospital day and night, or perhaps he has made too many small achievements piecemeal some time ago and accumulated a lot of achievements.
So much feedback…
In short, this time, the priest level has just been promoted, and the mage level has caught up with him.
The feedback from the world's will came turbulently and abundantly. Even with the tight barrier of the meditation room, the magic fluctuations in the room made Archmage Carlisle stand still outside the door:
Is this really promotion from level three to level four?
Not upgrade from level 4 to level 5?
You must know that when you upgrade from level 4 to level 5 and become an intermediate mage, the magician will experience a fundamental improvement. The elemental power will refine the spirit and body from the inside out. Even a magician with a weak constitution can't walk without breath.
Master, after this wave of promotions, he can also have the physical fitness of a first-level warrior...
"This kid is not of a high level, but he makes a lot of noise, isn't he?" Archmage Carlisle walked from left to right outside the meditation room, then from right to left, back and forth, almost wearing off a layer of skin on the floor at the door:
"The accumulation is really profound... No wonder I saw him throwing seventeen or eight mage hands out at once during the operation, as if he never worried about mental exhaustion..."
With such accumulation, Gretel's advancement process was a matter of course. Soon, he passed the mental threshold of a fourth-level magician, began to construct a protective shell outside the meditation environment, and then engraved spells in the meditation environment.
Model.
The learning process of a magician is to imprint various spell models into the soul one by one. Of course, those that are not imprinted cannot be released, but the feeling of holding a magic book and temporarily constructing a spell model is...
Who is who knows.
Although depending on the strength and carrying capacity of the soul, each level can be engraved with several to a dozen models - like the spiritual picture of the Lord of Thunder, those dark clouds, thunder dragons, thunder snakes, and thunder balls are all spells
The embodiment of the model - however, the first magic burned every time you advance has an advanced feedback bonus, and the effect is usually outstanding.
Therefore, every magician is extremely cautious when choosing engraving magic when advancing. Gretel did not hesitate at all and directly selected the engraving object:
He himself improved [delaying pain].
Magic anesthesia!
Local anesthesia!
Tweak this magic function model!
Add parameters!
Control the range of influence of the spell, control the depth of influence, and try to affect multiple landing points with one cast... By the way, part of the original [Delay Pain] may be aimed at the central nervous system, and the spell interface should also be left open, ready to be replaced at any time.
!
Gretel meditated completely and lost himself. Magical anesthesia, what an important spell, it is worth spending more energy on! If the depth of the spell can be adjusted appropriately to reach the inside of the organs, it may also have an auxiliary effect in diagnosis!
He was immersed in meditation wholeheartedly, and he only suffered from Archmage Carlisle walking back and forth at the door. Even though he knew that the advancement of the mage who had accumulated a lot of money would be smooth, he couldn't help but be filled with anxiety:
"Hey, is everything going well for this kid?"
"You won't encounter any obstacles, right?"
"Why does this magic wave go up and down? Sometimes it's extremely strong, and sometimes it's so weak..."
"MOSS! MOSS! How is your master?"
"Teacher, don't worry, Gretel will definitely be fine." Aurora brought the invisible servant and brought tea:
"Teacher, do you want to have something to drink and take a rest? I don't know how long Gretel will be meditating. It's not interesting for you to wait at the door. Otherwise, would you like to take a look at his adventure mission? Now he has advanced to the fourth level.
, the original task may not be suitable anymore..."
Archmage Carlisle glared at his disciple.
Which pot is not opened but which pot is picked? I finally found seven or eight tasks before I passed the test with the Lord of Thunder. You just ask me to find another one?
I want to exhaust your teacher to death or something!
He grabbed the teacup and started tossing it like he was angry. After drinking a cup, he grabbed the cookies again and continued tossing them...
The snacks in the mage tower are the recipe of Aurora's cook, made by the invisible servant. They are all the same in shape and taste, but they are better because they are willing to use the ingredients. Butter, white sugar, and milk are added for free. You may be tired of eating them every day, so just eat them once in a while.
, tastes really good.
Archmage Carlisle drank tea and ate five or six biscuits in one go. He ate in a hurry, and the tea was a bit lukewarm. Before he could fill his stomach, he began to feel that something was wrong...
"Uh... hiccup~~~"
"Hiccup~~"
"Hiccup~~~~"
The pain is not painful, but excruciating. One every two or three seconds, one every five or six seconds, appearing at any time with no pattern. What's more troublesome is that it interrupts the singing——
As a high-level magician, most of the spells that he can use are high-level. A few seconds of chanting is not a big deal, and it is not a problem to chant for more than ten seconds, a minute, or even several minutes. Chant to
Halfway through, I suddenly burped...
If you are lucky, if the release fails, you have to start all over again. If you are not lucky, haha, then anything can happen.
Archmage Carlisle froze. To be on the safe side, he simply found a room in the tower to live in, and prepared to stop the hiccups first. Aurora circled around the teacher, and suddenly an idea came to her:
"Teacher, please drink some water! If you drink some water and press it down, the hiccups may stop!"
"Teacher, please hold your breath for a while and hold back the burp!"
"Teacher, please drink some water and swallow it in small sips. I heard that it will be better!"
However, these methods were of no use. Later, two magicians, Linn and Norwood, also joined in and provided various remedies:
Drink a cup of warm sugar water...
Pinch your ears with your fingernails...
Take some snuff and sneeze to stop hiccups...
"You are going to torture me to death!" When Master Norwood provided a large glass of onion juice, claiming that it was a folk remedy for hiccups in his hometown, Master Carlisle finally exploded:
"You won't die if you burp, burp, if you feed me these, burp, inexplicable things, burp, you will kill me, burp, if you drink them! burp~~~~"
"What's the matter?" A laughing voice sounded outside the door. Everyone turned around:
"Gretel, your advancement is complete!"
"Gretel, is there anything you can do?"
"Mage Nordmark, congratulations on your advancement!"
"I'm fine, hiccup, I just hiccup..."
Gretel walked over quickly. Halfway there, everyone in the room leaned back, and then they all started throwing cleaning spells at him:
How many days have you been in the meditation room? You haven’t changed your clothes! You haven’t taken a shower! You should pack up before coming out!
Grete smiled apologetically at them. He walked up to the Archmage with a cleansing technique, sat down and asked:
"How did you start hiccupping? How long has it been? Besides hiccups, are there any other discomforts?"
Aurora rushed to answer for the teacher. Grete listened and observed the condition of Archmage Carlisle. After hearing most of it, he had already made a judgment:
It's just a simple neurological hiccup, nothing serious, just annoying. As for treatment, there is a little recipe...
"I have an idea. Mr. Archmage, can you pull up your trousers to above your knees?"
"What is this for?" Archmage Carlisle looked at him warily: "I have hiccups, not leg pain! Why do you want me to pull down my trousers?"
"A cure for hiccups." Gretel smiled good-naturedly:
"If you don't want to pull it, I can cast the spell through the clothes. However, the spell level is relatively low. If the magic defense of the clothes you are wearing is strong, it may not be effective."
His attitude was gentle, and Archmage Carlisle was too embarrassed to resist, so he pulled up his trouser legs as Grete said. Gretel leaned down, mobilized the [Delay Pain] that had just been engraved, and placed it on the outside of the Archmage's left and right knees, and below the knee depression.
Point at the location and release the spell once.
The spell wave swept over quietly. The coverage area was no more than the size of a cup, and the depth was no more than two inches. Archmage Carlisle was still surprised:
"[Delay pain]? I told you my legs don't hurt... Hiccup, your spell has much smaller fluctuations and a smaller release range. How did you do it? Hiccup, you changed the model again? That's right, up
The last time you said you wanted to learn this magic, I took you to ask Mrs. Seat for advice, but the result was this? Hiccup, if you have time, remember to publish a paper, don't be lazy..."
He talked non-stop for about ten minutes. Suddenly, Aurora interrupted:
"Teacher, you seem to have stopped hiccupping!"
Archmage Carlisle was stunned for a moment. He raised his hand and touched his throat, then his stomach, and chanted a long series of incantations quickly. In the lounge, large pieces of furniture and furnishings floated up in response, and the surface was tingling.
With electric light.
Yet for such a long series of incantations, not one hiccup disturbed it.
"...Can delaying pain cure hiccups? Grete, how did you do it?"
Grete smiled slightly and did not answer. Speaking of which, this is a small recipe shared by colleagues in the emergency medicine department. Injecting lidocaine into Zusanli to treat neurological hiccups has been found to be quite effective. Colleagues in the internal medicine department also shared ten tips with him.
Several related papers
He doesn't have lidocaine or any kind of anesthetic on hand now, so...
Want to try magic local anesthesia?
It actually works!
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