Chapter 349: The mystery in the intestines (10,000 rewards plus update 2)
"What's the child's name?"
"Little Larry."
"How old are you?"
"Eight years old...will be nine years old next month!"
"Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
"When did it start hurting today?"
"Does it hurt all the time, or does it come in waves?"
"Have you ever had a bowel movement? ...What color is the stool? Have you had diarrhea? Have you ever vomited?"
"How old did you start acting like this?"
Grete asked while writing rapidly. The only medical magician in the trade group, Master Hemond, sat next to him with great interest, looking at his records one by one, and asked casually:
"What do you think is going on?"
"I'm not sure yet." Grete actually had a guess in his mind, but he didn't want to express his judgment before he was fully diagnosed. The important thing was that during the auscultation just now, he heard very weak bowel sounds.
This is not a good sign. There may not be much time left for him.
He lowered his head and thought for a while, then directly asked for a small bed and let the child lie on it. He rummaged through the space bag, took out a bottle of glycerin, carefully applied it on the child's abdomen, and performed a palpation examination. Then,
Concentrate, calm down, and activate B-ultrasound magic.
"emmmm..."
Barbarians do not have one more intestine than humans. Gretel directly focused his energy on the abnormal part, meditating on the vision, and soon the image was displayed. Gretel tried hard to use his spatial imagination to deconstruct the information he saw:
Point, line, surface, arc, circle, cylinder...
Concentric circles!
Concentric circles!
intussusception!
Abdominal B-ultrasound examination, scanning at the transverse part of the intussusception, can show "concentric circles" or "target-shaped ring" mass images, and longitudinal scanning can show the "sleeve sign"!
MD!
You know that reduced bowel sounds is not a good thing!
"How's little Larry doing?"
The shopkeeper had been leaning to the side, and when he saw Grete let go of his hand, he immediately asked nervously. He was much taller than Grete, and he was standing. At this time, in order to speak, he bent his waist to almost ninety degrees.
Gretel shook his head:
"Not very good... Let's put it this way, have you ever stuffed sausages into your mouth?"
"Enough! Do you want to eat sausage?" Boru immediately waved to the side. Gretel quickly stopped him:
"No, no, I'm just saying that it's easier to talk about if you know what the intestines look like. You see, the intestines were originally a long tube, but now part of it is put into the tube next to it..."
As he spoke, he raised his hands, with the five fingers gathered into a cone shape, with the tops facing each other. The left hand was slightly open, and the five fingertips of the right hand were inserted between the five fingers of the left hand, indicating that this was how to trap. Boru thought for a while, and then thought
After thinking about it, he knitted his brows and didn't even think about it. He turned his head and ran away in big strides.
Gretel called twice from behind, but didn't call anyone back. When he called for the third time, someone from the other side shouted loudly:
"How did you know?"
Gretel, who was reciting the book, stared at the patient without raising his head, and casually pointed at his belly:
"You can call in a virtual body to take a look."
Just kidding, he didn’t want to start with the principles of B-ultrasound and explain the image characteristics to them all the way!
"..."
"..."
There was a buzz behind them, and several people laughed at the same time. Pastors of the Church of the Lord of Glory do not play with the incorporeal body, at least not in public...
However, Archmage Serrano and Master Ximond took out their magic props openly. They looked at each other, gestured to each other, and took turns. Soon, they were saying "Oh," "Oh," and "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk."
” to communicate:
"It's right here!"
"Stacked together!"
"The stacked part is about this long..."
They exchanged words with each other and discussed excitedly. The priests of the Lord of Glory observed their words and knew that Gretel was probably right, and their faces gradually became ugly.
It was just for no reason, and there was no reason to trouble this guy who "blasphemed the glory of my God", so I could only write it down one after another in my mind.
The Bolu shopkeeper came and left just as quickly. Before long, he rushed over with a large bunch of sausages and placed them all in front of Grete.
Gretel: "..."
Why bother? Why bother? Bring this thing over. I have to remove the meat inside to show you. The sausage is so hard and I can't remove it... Oops, the reaction is slow. I should use the magician's trick to make it.
model!
Grete's hands flew up, and he quickly made a soft intestine, twisting it up and down to show it to Bolu's shop owner. The barbarian blinked, and finally understood, he pulled Gretel and asked:
"Then how to treat it?"
"Yes, how to treat it?"
Master Hemond frowned and hesitated.
I tried all the spell models in the medical field one by one, but none of them were applicable. It would be great if the incorporeal creature could touch the real thing and push the intestines away, but I can't...
"Is it okay to use healing techniques?"
The questioning sound was heard softly. Gretel raised his head and saw old Martin leaning forward slightly, looking at the child with concern. Gretel thought about the principle of the treatment and shook his head silently.
I'm afraid it may not work. The treatment is very good at healing intestinal bleeding and intestinal perforation. Can it promote intestinal peristalsis and reset the intestine?
If it was the bald bishop of Heartland City, maybe it would be possible. After all, Gretel had personally seen one of his healing techniques, which could cure pneumothorax, heal lungs, stretch muscles, and straighten ribs. Gretel himself, he thought to himself
Don't have this ability.
It’s okay if you can’t reset it, but don’t make it worse!!
While he was hesitating whether to explain, a ray of white light fell from the sky. The thick beam of light fell straight on Little Larry's abdomen, illuminating his entire face brightly.
Gretel's eyes jumped, and he turned his head slightly, and saw the young man in white robe next to the red-robed priest. The young man in white robe who had spoken before took back his hand, and there was still a little light on his fingertips. When Gretel looked over, he hummed softly and raised his head high.
jaw.
Gretel didn't have time to argue with him, so he quickly bent down and did a magic B-ultrasound again. The ultrasonic waves swept around until the intussusceptive part could no longer be seen. He took a long breath and loosened his fingers:
"Okay, it's okay."
"Of course it's okay." The young man raised his head proudly:
"My Lord's radiance will surely relieve all diseases wherever he goes!"
I really hope so. Grete thought silently. He didn’t reply, asked for a hot towel, and handed it to little Larry with a smile:
"Come, wipe your face, see how dirty your face is..."
The boy took it and wiped it hard twice, then blew his nose into it. He jumped out of bed, bowed to Grete, and was about to run out to play. Grete quickly grabbed him:
"Wipe it clean! Look, your mouth is still black!"
The boy struggled hard. The eight-year-old barbarian boy was over 1.4 meters tall. Grete was thrown away on the spot. Fortunately, the Bolu shop owner caught his son:
"He's always said this, just follow his mother. It's okay, it's okay, it's not dirty!"
Gretel's face turned serious. He folded the towel, used the clean side to wipe little Larry's face carefully, and then wiped his hands clean. As he wiped, he saw that there were stains on the boy's face, lips, and palms.
, dots and dots, all black spots. The boundaries are clear, do not blend, do not fade under pressure, and are not higher than the skin...
The dark spots on the lips alone are not obvious, but at a glance, they look like bruises from a painful bite. Now that they are wiped clean, and compared with the ones on the face and palms -
That's right, when the boy ran over just now, he took a sudden glance and saw this!
"I'm afraid that he has a stomachache and will have frequent attacks in the future." Grete said slowly. Before the young man opposite could refute, Grete turned to the Bolu shopkeeper and asked in one breath:
"Uncle, little Larry's mother, does she also have a lot of dark spots on her palms and toes?"
"Ah, yes, yes, that's right. It's exactly the same as him." Boru was slightly startled and looked down at his son. Forget about his palms, his son's feet were dirty and he couldn't even see the black spots.
How did the young pastor figure it out?
"Do you often have stomachaches and can't eat much? In severe cases, you may have stomachaches, vomiting, blood in the stool, or constipation for a long time?"
"That's right..."
"Does it often recur after treatment? Later, the stomach pain became more and more frequent."
"That's right, that's right! Before his mother died, she had a stomachache all the time! - Mr. Priest, Mr. Mage, do you know what kind of disease he has? Do you know how to treat it?!"
The barbarian's whole body trembled, and he rushed forward, stretching out his hands to hold Gretel's shoulders. Fortunately, Bernard made a move in time, stretched his arm forward, and was immediately shaken. If this happens to him... I'll go,
My shoulders are going to be broken!
Gretel trembled secretly. He quickly hid behind Bernard, not forgetting the last diagnostic procedure:
"Arch Mage Serrano, Mage Hemond, who among you will send an incorporeal body into the intestines to take a look? As for the section just trapped... up and down, are there any protruding meat balls, some
With a long stem attached to the intestines?"
Halfway through his words, Archmage Serrano took out the small box of gems. The first time he was reborn, the second time he was familiar with it. The incorporeal body entered again, and he became more familiar with the road. Another cool breeze blew by for a moment, and Archmage Serrano half-closed his eyes.
, seemed to communicate with the incorporeal creature for a moment, nodded and said:
"Indeed there is."
Gretel let out a long sigh. Sure enough, he guessed it right, but——
This disease is quite troublesome!
"Uncle, your son often suffers from stomachaches because of these meat balls growing in his intestines." Gretel's hands flashed with light, and [Silent Phantom] gradually appeared, shaping the shape of a translucent intestine:
"If these meat balls are simply attached to the intestines, that's fine. The problem is that they keep growing, getting longer and longer, and there will be long stalks behind -"
[Silent Phantom] keeps changing. On the surface of the intestinal tract, a meat ball gradually emerges, from the hemisphere, to the entire ball, to the meat ball with a pedicle, to the pedicle getting longer and longer:
"If there are several meat balls growing in one place and they get twisted together, the entire intestine will be blocked. Then the stomach will start to hurt. In the worst case, the entire intestine will rot."
Boru's face became paler and paler. The tall man, who was a head taller than Gretel, slowly hunched over his waist until he squatted on the ground and huddled up. The barbarian held his head, his voice trembled, and he almost cried:
"What should we do? What should we do? - Do we need to open the stomach and cut off these things?"
"If it doesn't work, you have to cut it." Next to Bolu, the young man who brought the crow flag squatted down and whispered to him:
"There are so many healers here. If you open your stomach, it should be fine. Hey, Mr. Walker even had his head opened by this person a few days ago. Isn't he fine now?"
Boru's whole body trembled. He looked at his son, at Grete, and then at the person who persuaded him. He couldn't make up his mind. The magicians remained silent, and opposite, the priests of the Lord of Glory were also silent. Even that one
The young people who had been complaining turned their loud retorts into low murmurs:
"You said there are meat balls? - Others can't see them!"
Grete stared at little Larry, frowning and thinking, with no time to look around. Archmage Serrano kept paying attention there, and at some point, he had already exchanged glances with the people around him. The young man grunted, but for some reason it was amplified.
The volume was dozens of times louder, roaring in the hall.
Even Grete's attention was drawn back. He thought for a moment, looked across, and smiled confidently:
"If you want to see the meatballs, you don't have to cut open your stomach. I have other ways."
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