Chapter 345: Head CT——The magic of love turns in circles (3000 words)
Gretel didn't want to get involved at first.
He was completely unsure! There was no diagnostic equipment, no treatment drugs, and no surgical conditions. Should he treat it with his head or his knees?
Besides, he was just an emergency doctor in his previous life! An emergency doctor! When encountering a suspected cerebral hemorrhage, his first response was first aid, and his second response was——
Call the neurology department, maybe even the neurosurgery department, and come down for a consultation as soon as possible!
Doctor Naihe suffered from an occupational disease. When he saw someone lying on the ground, suspected of losing consciousness and still vomiting, he had to shout "Open the airway——"
With this shout, the eyes around him were burning, and dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at him. The barbarians who had just dispersed clattered, tightened up, and formed a neat iron barrel again. Gretel suddenly had difficulty breathing: bloody
Forget about being angry, the smell of sweat is overwhelming!
"Spread out! The patient needs fresh air!" he shouted without raising his head. From the front left, the deep and powerful voice from before said:
"Can you save my brother?"
Grete choked. He raised his head reflexively and looked - not at the speaker, but at the old priest standing beside him. Most of the rosy color on the old priest's face had faded, and he was full of fatigue and still...
She smiled and nodded to him with support. The meaning of the question before contacting her was obvious:
This patient is entrusted to you.
Gretel was distressed. He slowly turned his head, looking left and right, with eyes that were about to burn up. Moreover, the patient's family members had already urged him:
"Can you please help me with treatment?"
"What medicine do you need? Let's find it right away!"
"Don't worry about the reward, as long as you cure him——"
Thump, thump, one money bag after another fell to the ground. Gretel subconsciously took a step back:
"I might not be able to save him—"
"Then please try your best." A soft female voice came. Gretel turned his head and saw the crowd parting to both sides, and a tall and muscular barbarian woman walked in.
She was almost half a head taller than Gretel. She was wrapped in a white wolf skin, with thick wolf fangs on her shoulders. The wolf's eyes were dark and unblinking. She held a bone staff with a black crow carved on the head, and her steps were light and fast.
Wherever he passed, the men on both sides kept bowing down:
"Olga."
"Olga."
"Lord Thinker."
The woman nodded quickly to them. She walked three steps in front of Gretel, and bowed to Gretel across the patient lying on the ground:
"Pastor Martin has exhausted all methods. Just now, you tried to bring my husband further away from death. We saw it and are grateful for your kindness. If you are willing to try it, no matter what the result is, we can accept it.
"
It would be great if the family members of patients in previous lives were so reasonable... Grete sighed in his heart. He explained seriously:
"I probably won't be able to save him. I have low abilities, and I just came here today, so I don't know much about madness. And, as the elder said, most of us don't understand the world inside the head.
Can rely on fate. Besides, I will leave tomorrow——"
"We obey the will of Father God. Father God said that we should not give up any hope before the end comes." Olga said with emotion. Although her eyebrows were furrowed and worried, she spoke simply and neatly without stumbling.
beat.
Grete secretly sighed that she was worthy of being a woman with an independent nickname among a group of muscular barbarians who advocated force. He nodded and said:
"Then please wait a moment and let me examine your husband."
He knelt down and stared into the patient's eyes. The giant man still stared straight ahead, motionless. However, the well-trained doctor saw something more in his eyes:
His pupils narrowed, his eyes drooped, and he stared at the tip of his nose. Grete stretched out his hand in front of him and moved his palm up, but the giant man's eyes did not move at all. It looked very much like hemorrhage in the thalamus...
Grete quickly judged the situation. While checking, he asked:
"How long have you been going crazy now?"
"Did you fall down after going crazy?"
"What usually happens when you go berserk?"
With Olga present, none of the barbarians nearby made any noise. Only the patient's brother answered word by word:
"About half a day..."
"No, after killing that seal, he went crazy for a while. We almost couldn't hold him down..."
"The berserker's madness is to fill his chest with the power of anger. When the anger is burning, he can ignore all injuries and pain..."
Gretel got the answer he wanted, thought for a moment, turned around and said:
"Can someone please demonstrate the process of going berserk? Just stop when you are about to go berserk. Before you start, shout and let me press your arm to feel it -"
"Me! Me! Me!"
The savages scrambled to raise their hands.
After a fight, the patient's brother got the chance and sat in front of Gretel. The four barbarians held down his hands and feet, and Bernard held down his right hand to prevent him from losing his relatives after going crazy and hitting Gretel.
Gretel sat across the table, stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, and counted for a minute:
"let's start!"
A tiger roar sounded from the opposite side. Grete stared at the opposite side and saw that the barbarian's face was red, his veins were protruding, and he was breathing heavily. Under his fingertips, his pulse rate increased from 50 beats per minute to 100 beats in one breath.
/min, the force of the impact on the fingertips was also much greater, and it was obvious that the blood pressure soared——
"stop!"
He shouted loudly. Olga had been prepared. At this moment, the chanting suddenly became high-pitched, and the bone staff pointed out, splashing out a halo like ice and snow. The barbarian shivered, quickly calmed down, and his pulse and blood pressure also dropped quickly.
OK.
Bar.
Sure enough, the adrenaline rushes, rushes, and increases combat effectiveness. The result of going too far is that the blood vessels burst...
Brain bleeding.
"I probably know what's going on." Gretel let go of his hand and stood up to explain to Olga. He waved his hand, and an [invisible phantom] that looked like a head appeared in the air, with the skull, brain, and blood vessels inside, piece by piece.
Clearly:
"The blood vessels in the brain burst, and the blood flowed out and oppressed the brain. If I knew which blood vessel burst and how much blood was lost, I might be able to deal with it. But I have no way of knowing the details now. Do you have any information?
Is there any way that I can see what's going on in his mind?"
He looked at Olga expectantly. If he had been in the previous life, he would have shouted: Get a CT scan. But there is no CT machine now, so he can only hope that the barbarian priests may have some strange methods.
"...I have no choice." Olga pondered for a moment and shook her head sadly. She cast her expectant eyes on Pastor Martin. The old pastor thought for a while and shook his head:
"With the grace of the Lord of Glory, we can use the holy light given by God to illuminate a person's body and mind. But I can barely use this magic when I'm at my peak. Today's consumption has been too great and I can't sustain it. If I can, I
After the dawn prayer tomorrow, come over and perform it once?"
Gretel immediately shook his head. There is an optimal time for treatment of cerebral hemorrhage, and it should be earlier. Moreover, he must return to the hotel tonight, and will set off from the hotel with a large group of people tomorrow morning...
He gritted his teeth, took out the [Endless Ink Pen] and put it into Bernard's hand:
"Stand opposite me! If I move, you move with me. Make sure you are always face to face with me!"
Bernard expressed that he had received it. Gretel asked the patient to help him sit up straight, and he and Bernard faced each other, standing on both sides of the patient. Concentrate, calm down, close his eyes slightly, and enter the meditation field——
【Detect magic】!
Well, the so-called CT is X-ray that is sliced very thinly, layer by layer, layer by layer... Then, a computer is used to integrate the data to obtain a precise image...
In the absence of a CT machine, we can only do our best and try our best to do it manually!
Grete struggled to activate the X-ray magic. Only after activating it did he realize that it was not good: it is easy to read a flat film, dozens, hundreds, very thin slices, and you have to remember every data and finally synthesize the image.
, that is really not easy.
He only scanned seven or eight layers, and sweat was pouring out from his forehead and the tip of his nose.
Isn’t it possible?…
Is it still too difficult to challenge computers with humans?
Grete gritted his teeth and took a step to the left. Hold on a little longer, I've got a little bit of data, let's try again!
"Bernard! Left!"
"coming!"
One step, one step, another step. With the patient as the axis, Grete and Bernard slowly turned in circles, taking a long time to move a step. After only taking three steps, Grete was dizzy and shaky, and sweat had flowed from his forehead to his chin.
.
"What are you doing?"
Someone outside the circle suddenly asked. Gretel turned around and suddenly felt overjoyed:
"Your Excellency! Why are you here?"
"Can I not come? If you don't come, you will fall!"
Archmage Serrano raised his head and glanced at the sky.
Gretel immediately understood: When Pastor Martin used the healing spell, the noise was really big. Archmage Serrano probably came over to take a look out of caution. Maybe he didn't even plan to come forward...
However, he was nailed here. Archmage Serrano saw his embarrassment and had to ask him.
Gretel explained his needs to the Archmage in a few words. Archmage Serrano shook his head without thinking:
"It's not that troublesome. Just stand aside and wait!"
He took out a gem-encrusted bracelet, held it in his palm, and pointed it towards the patient. Gretel felt the hair on his body stand up, as if an invisible cold wind was passing by. He turned his head curiously, but Archmage Serrano did not
Explain, slightly focused, as if listening to something. After a moment, she turned to look at him:
"Can you draw the brain? Draw it and I'll show you where the bleeding is!"
Gretel quickly summoned [Invisible Phantom]. The Archmage stared at the image he sketched and pointed:
"There is a lot of blood here...here...here...here..."
"Master, how do you know?"
"I let the incorporeal creatures go in and take a look!" Archmage Serrano replied matter-of-factly:
"If you want to see what's inside the human body in the future, you'd better contract a virtual body!"
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