Chapter 353: Would you like me to pour some water into the deer’s lungs?
"Shh!"
Gretel asked him softly not to speak. He was intubating the deer, please be quiet, please!
In his previous life, he worked in the emergency department for more than ten years. Of course, it was not difficult for Grete to perform tracheal intubation or other things. The problem is... he is a human doctor, not a veterinarian. What does a deer's airway look like, where and where it needs to turn,
What technique is used to complete tracheal intubation?
Grete has no experience. The only thing he knows about the airway of a deer (sika deer? reindeer? elk? it doesn’t matter, he can’t recognize it anyway) is:
I have dissected many sheep before...
Grete tried all he could, including magic B-ultrasound and magic X-ray, except that he didn't actually cut it open to take a look. Then, he held up the seeds and cast a spell to induce birth. Thin vines grew silently and headed toward the deer's left nostril.
Got in.
The living deer has been cast a sleep spell, and is now sleeping soundly and motionless. Gretel squinted his eyes and lay beside its mouth, concentrating his mind and directing the emerald green vine to grow, enter, and turn...
oops!
It came out of your mouth!
You turned the corner too early, you should go further down to reach the trachea!
Let the vine shrink back a little, and keep trying. The vine grows, grows, grows...
Uh, it was inserted into the esophagus...
Gretel was confused. Mage Hemond hugged his knees and sat next to him. Looking at his constipated look, he raised his hand with a smile and threw the secret eye ring into his arms.
"Take it, it was given to me by someone else anyway. If you feel bad about it, tell me why you stuck a vine in its nose?"
Grete thought for a moment and didn't refuse the kindness after all. Whether it was the trachea or the bronchus, having a bronchoscope was much better than blind insertion. He triggered the secret eye, wrapped it in vines and stuffed it inside, while giving
Master Ximond explained. The first sentence made the Master jump to his feet:
"I want to pour water into its lungs..."
"What???"
If the roof of the barbarian's carriage hadn't been high enough, Master Hemond would have bumped his head when he jumped. Even so, when he jumped and fell, he still let out an ouch and used his backhand to cover his butt.
A hand impatiently grabbed Gretel's shoulder:
"What are you doing? Want to drown it? This is too inefficient! Or do you want to poison it? Conspiracy? Torture? Torture? Listen to me, this method is too troublesome. We mages have many people who want to kill one person.
Spells, don’t bother with this..."
Gretel: "..."
Do you believe me when I say now that I want to save people?
Grete had wanted to do this for a long time. Instead of inserting tubes into deer lungs, he would insert tubes into human lungs; instead of filling deer lungs with water, he would put water into human lungs after becoming proficient in animal experiments...
Ever since he set out to the dwarf kingdom, or in other words, ever since he was assigned the task of increasing mithril production and came into contact with a large group of dwarves, Gretel has been thinking about a question. What do the dwarves need most? How can he best help them with his professional skills?
What is it?
After Gretel came into contact, out of ten dwarves—or rather, ten dwarves working in the forging area, eight or nine had coughs. A set of B-ultrasound, X-ray, and sputum bacterial culture tests revealed that the most common diseases include
Two kinds.
The first is tuberculosis. Out of ten people, about two or three are suffering from this disease - I have to lament that the dwarves are so strong that they didn't all fall down in such close contact. But Gretel hasn't come up with streptomycin yet. powerless;
The other one is pneumoconiosis. Among the ten dwarf men Grete knows, seven or eight have pneumoconiosis. Among elders over 200 years old, the disease rate is basically 100%. And Grete has some methods to treat pneumoconiosis. Conception.
As for drug treatment, Grete can't come up with any medicine. Lung transplantation is out of the question. Let the dwarves not go mining... I might be beaten to death if I say this. After thinking about it, there is only one previous life that was widely carried out in the 1990s, and the curative effect was remarkable. Treatment methods:
Cleanse the lungs.
Or, to use its medical name, it’s called large-volume whole lung lavage.
Under general anesthesia, perform one-lung ventilation, pour a large amount of lavage fluid into the alveoli of the other side, and aspirate it out under negative pressure. Repeat until the aspirated lavage fluid becomes clear. Then, switch to the other side and continue lavage. …
This treatment method can remove a large amount of dust, dust-eating macrophages, inflammatory factors, fibrotic factors and other harmful substances, making symptoms such as difficulty breathing, chest tightness, chest pain, cough, sputum and so on significantly improved or disappeared, and the frequency of respiratory tract infections increased. Reduced. After treatment, the patient's lung function improved significantly and his physical strength increased significantly.
There is a magical version of anesthesia, the simplest ventilator (air pump), a vine version of tracheal intubation, and magical magic that can be used anytime and anywhere. Grete thinks that he should try it.
At least do an animal experiment first?
Master Hemond looked at him with extreme suspicion. Gretel smiled at him and continued the operation. With the secret eye - well, there is a visual version of the bronchoscope, which makes tracheal intubation much more convenient. Turn left and right Turn around, even if you stumble even half way.
"Hey, there's a hole on the left! Left!"
"That's the mouth, thank you."
"Why aren't you moving?"
"You have to lift up the epiglottis cartilage, otherwise the tube won't be able to go in. - Then, that's it, that's it!"
"Oh, why don't you move again?"
"Waiting for the glottis to open..."
Master Hemond stared at the light screen with the Mystic Eye open and kept asking questions. Gretel answered all questions while concentrating on staring at the light screen and manipulating the vines. The four vines moved forward in an orderly manner:
Solid vine A, transports light source;
Solid vine B, controls the arcane eye;
The hollow vine C folds to the left at the first bifurcation, and then expands at the end, firmly sticking to the tracheal wall;
Hollow vine D, turns to the right at the same fork, goes deep, deep, and submerges into the bronchus——
Fill in water and start!
The transparent gas gurgled into the alveoli. For the first test, Gretel chose the green third right lung lobe - yes, the deer's left and right lungs each have three lung lobes, and there is also a middle lobe...
Even though it was just an animal experiment and the deer would be killed tonight at the latest, Grete still used sterile saline seriously. The liquid was pushed into the alveoli along the hollow vine. Soon, a 50ml syringe, Just push it from top to bottom.
Grete's operation was calm and steady. After all, he had done bronchoalveolar lavage sampling countless times during that special period in his previous life, and his hands were very familiar with it. After pausing for a moment, the sterile saline that was pushed in was in Shimon's body.
Master De's surprised gaze was drawn into a negative pressure bottle.
"You can really fill it with water! It really won't kill you!... Can you let me try?"
Grete generously handed over the syringe. Master Hemond played with it curiously, pushing one in, then another, and then one...
"Aoang——"
There was a low roar of a deer. There was no movement just now, and the living deer lying under the magic hypnosis kicked on the shield held up by Simond.
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