Chapter 351: The magic method of removing intestinal polyps
Gretel's room was full of people.
Little Larry was lying on the bed, and Grete was sitting in front of the bed, operating a colonoscope—or, in other words, a colonoscope made of vines and secret eyes;
The boy's father, the owner of the Bolu shop, stood on Grete's left side, leaning forward, ready to hold down his son's legs at any time;
Haffn - the young man who brought the crow flag - stood on his left side again, staring at the light screen curiously. His fingers stretched out and retracted, retracted and stretched out again, wanting to reach out and poke;
After Archmage Serrano provided the secret eye, he naturally stood on Gretel's right hand side, occupying the best observation position. Mage Hemond did not hesitate to stand next to him, and the others waited, even if they were priests.
Master Tarbert, who was extremely tall and extremely short, could only stand back.
The magicians were very dissatisfied. They did not dare to protest to the Archmage, so they had to get involved with each other:
"Hey, give in, give in, give in!"
"You're blocking me!"
"You are tall! Stand in the back!"
"My eyesight is bad and I can't see clearly! Let me move forward!"
It was noisy and crowded. Everyone wanted to get closer, everyone wanted to see more clearly - use the secret eye to see inside the human body! Who has seen it before?
Anyway, no one here has seen it. If they are curious about what the inside of the intestine looks like, most of them are necromancers, and they will just cut it open and take a look. If they are not curious, they will not find a way to insert the mystical eye to take a look. It is rare to find someone.
Whether this kind of operation is successful or not, everyone wants to take a look.
Not to mention actually seeing the image!
"Everyone get out!"
Archmage Serrano was finally made angry by the noise:
"Go outside and look! If you want to see the image, use your own mystical eyes!"
A word woke up the dreamer. The magicians were in groups of three and two, leaving a few mystical eyes pointed at the light screen, and retreated to their rooms to watch the broadcast. As for Grete, the two magicians were looking at the light screen.
, but gradually frowned:
Do not understand.
It's a red, sticky piece. It spins crazily and advances crazily. Occasionally, with a sudden glance, you can see a deep black hole.
And even this picture cannot be viewed all the time. The image fed back by the secret eye is getting darker and darker...
"Ahem, Mage Nordmark." Archmage Serrano hesitated for a moment, then reminded Gretel:
"Mystic eyes can't see things where there is no light, you..."
Doesn't this kid not know? Although he is the key training target of Thunder Horn, the Mystic Eye is a third-level spell of the prophecy system. There are some details that he really doesn't know...
"Hehe, don't worry, I'm prepared." Grete smiled easily. He simply memorized the restrictions of the secret eye, but the electronic colonoscope has its own light source. He had already thought of making preparations in advance!
The vine in his hand branched out, rolled up a small light bead, and sent it into the boy's body. Soon, the light screen of the secret eye overflowed with light.
Gretel manipulated the vines, slowly advancing, retreating, rotating slightly, pointing at the light screen, and kept explaining to Bolu shop owner:
"Look, here - do you see a meat ball? On the surface of the intestine, there is a bulge... Further forward, here - wow, this meat pedicle is very long! It is very easy to get twisted! It is so low.
Position, when you go to the toilet, it will protrude from the anus, right?"
Little Larry: "T-T that's right..."
Grete operated it very easily. Speaking of which, doing a colonoscopy is a professional craft, and the tube of the colonoscope cannot have its own power, so it completely depends on the doctor's technique.
Enter the mirror, withdraw the mirror, rotate the mirror, pull the mirror, and control this one-meter-long thing to make various turns.
When the intestinal curvature is weird, or there are tumors or adhesions, or the belly is particularly big, you may be unlucky and accidentally puncture it...
He specializes in surgery, and even if Grete was given a colonoscope in his previous life, he would not dare to do it. But now, the vines will grow on their own!
So relaxing!
He was relaxed, but the patient's family members were not. On the huge light screen, there were red flesh balls swaying and swaying, occupying half of the screen. Just looking at them made me dizzy.
To be honest, this kind of thing cannot be understood by ordinary people without professional training. Fortunately, Gretel pointed at it and explained:
"My suggestion is to remove all these polyps, especially those that have long pedicles. Only removal can improve the symptoms. If not, you will often have stomachaches in the future."
"I don't want it—"
The shrill children's voice performed the magic sound on the spot and pierced the ears. The Bolu shopkeeper held down his son with one hand and looked at Gretel hesitantly:
"If it's just painful, we Northlanders can still bear it, right?"
You need to cut the meat, you need to cut the meat inside the intestines! Do you have to cut open the belly to cut it off?
Although there were healers on site and magical skills were there to support them, but the stomach was cut open——
Gretel knew what he was thinking just by looking at his face. Everyone was afraid of surgery. Although the appearance of barbarians was different from humans, in some aspects, the difference was not that big.
"Pain is not the most serious consequence." He patiently explained:
"If you think about it, an intestine is so thin. If several meat pedicles are twisted together, the intestine may be blocked. If you are unlucky, it is not impossible that the entire intestine will rot."
"But--"
Bolu was still hesitating. On the other side, Master Ximond turned to look at Gretel, full of interest:
"Are you going to cut out the intestines? I haven't seen you cut them before - it is said that during the last plague, you cut out dozens of intestines by yourself and no one died?"
This was a roundabout way to appease the patient's family. It was probably because the magician wanted to see Gretel perform the operation. Gretel coughed awkwardly:
"This time it's different - last time I cut out the rotten intestines and repaired the perforations. This time, I want to clean out the excess stuff in the intestines..."
"That's right." Master Ximond nodded repeatedly. He glanced at the barbarian and saw that she was still hesitant. He coughed and said in an unhappy tone:
"If you don't want to cut it, don't cut it! Anyway, you can see clearly. We all have to go on our way. Grete, just collect your things and go!"
"No, no, no! Master Mage! Wait for me -" The barbarian pounced forward, grabbed Gretel's robe, and tried to open his eyes wide to show his pleading:
"Just wait for me to think about it! Wait for me to think about it again! I'll give you free of charge for last night's accommodation! I'll give you free of charge for a bunch of people!"
"Who is short of this money?" Master Ximond continued with a straight face:
"I really want to ask you for money. The cost of casting these spells is several times the accommodation fee, right?"
"But--"
Gretel is really not used to this. Although the mages in this world are at a high level and the common people support them, Gretel himself treats the patients' families and never feels that they are inferior to him.
He thought for a while, and first comforted Master Ximond, asking him to sit down and rest, and not to get angry. Then, he turned to Archmage Serrano, with a face filled with anticipation:
"Your Majesty the Archmage, do you have any idea about that - the improved version of that magic weapon?"
Archmage Serrano caught his look and finally realized. No wonder the request was so tricky and he wanted to add effects to the magic creation. He was waiting here!
He snorted with a cold face. The little guy asked what was wrong. He was given such a big problem and asked about the result in less than ten days. Change, change, change, how can it be so easy to change——
"I'll help you bless you!"
After all this effort, a mere demonized weapon is more difficult than a high-level demonized weapon! As for how to lower the spellcasting level and teach Gretel to do it himself, Archmage Serrano has not yet figured out...
"That's great!" Grete was overjoyed. He immediately turned to the Bolu shopkeeper and quickly explained:
"Don't worry, there is no need to open the stomach. We will extend a vine in and cut off the meat ball. With the treatment, the bleeding will not be much, and the patient will not suffer much pain."
"That--"
"Look, that's it." Grete raised her hand, and another green vine grew out, swaying in the wind. Archmage Serrano pointed with his hand, and the tip of the vine, half a foot away, was suddenly covered with a light silver
Light.
Then, the vines formed a circle and squeezed hard on the short stick made by Fa Lun.
The head of the stick was broken into two pieces, and the cut surface was smooth, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.
With such a demonstration, coupled with Grete's gentle persuasion, Bolu's shop owner finally agreed to perform the surgery on his son. Soon, four vines went hand in hand, extending continuously in the intestines:
Vine one, provides light source;
Vine 2, moves the secret eye to facilitate visual operations;
The third vine is the one that Archmage Serrano has blessed with a magic weapon. It reaches in, wraps around the root of the polyp in full view of the public, and cuts it off with a pinch;
Of course, there is also a fourth vine, which has woven a pocket on the top of his head. He is squatting underneath to secure it, and then - he pulls it out for people to see.
There was silence in the operating room. In the nearby rooms, magicians and dwarf priests were tutting and talking incessantly:
"So this is still possible?"
"If you can do this, it will be much more convenient to worry about things in your stomach..."
"Wake up, you are looking for a guy who can play with vines! Is he a priest named the God of Nature? Does our tribe have one?"
"You can go find it!"
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
The surgery went extremely smoothly.
Gretel didn't even need to find a pump to find a way to inflate the intestines - the vines were alive anyway and could widen the intestines appropriately if necessary.
Apart from the movement on the light screen, I could only see the fourth vine rushing in and out, moving non-stop:
The bloody polyps fell into the basin piece by piece. At the end of the operation, the copper basin brought by Master Bolu, which was one foot in diameter and five inches deep, was already filled with half of the basin of meat.
"...Okay." Gretel closed his eyes and warned weakly:
"Although there is treatment, the intestinal bleeding has stopped, but you still have to be careful these days. Don't eat hard food, eat less big fish and meat, and try to let the intestines rest..."
Master Bolu was extremely grateful. He repeated his words of thanks until he was exhausted. He finally asked the question he was most concerned about:
"So... will little Larry be okay?"
Gretel was silent. He closed his eyes, sweat dripping down his face, and it took a long time before he answered aloud:
"...It will be much better. At least, it will be much better in the next few years..."
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