Chapter 373: I finished washing it alive, hahahaha!
What?
you?
Clean your lungs?
Gretel almost suspected that he was hallucinating. Your Majesty the King, I just said that Master Tarbot is too old to wash his lungs... But he is only over 350 years old! You are already 400 years old!
400 years old!
For a moment, a majestic song seemed to ring in Gretel’s ears:
"I really want to live another five hundred years——"
He shook his head vigorously. At the same time, Master Ximond took a step forward and pulled him behind him.
Gretel: "..." That's not necessary...
"No, you can't do it either." Grete's face darkened. He broke away from Master Shimond's hand, stepped forward, and stood directly in front of the king:
"You are too old. This treatment method is suitable for younger patients with milder symptoms."
To be precise, patients with stage 0 pneumoconiosis and stage I pneumoconiosis have better outcomes, stage II patients have worse outcomes, and stage III patients have even worse outcomes. Of course, there is no need to elaborate...
"Hey, even though I am old, I am still in good health!" The king stood in front of Gretel with a smile and refused to go away. He raised his palm and patted his chest loudly:
"Even though I'm four hundred years old, when I was young, I was a level 15 warrior! Even now, young man, your physical strength may not be as strong as mine. If you don't believe me, let's break your wrist and give it a try?"
You are in good health so there is no need to abdicate!
Gretel silently cursed. He took a deep breath and wanted to argue. Vigeland had already stepped forward and faced the old king half sideways. His short and squat torso was blocking Gretel's face. Although due to the influence of his height,
The blocking effect was not in place at all, and it did not prevent him from speaking loudly:
"Your Majesty, let me do it! I am young and in good health!"
"I'll do it!" Gavin jumped up: "I'm younger! I'm in better health! It's my grandfather who's sick, I should be allowed to try!"
"You still want to participate in choosing the king! I will do it!"
"I!"
The dwarves got into a quarrel. Their thick and short arms were waving to each other, almost starting to fight on the spot. Gretel took a step back, another step, and another step...
Hey, no one asked me if I wanted to do it?
"Do you still want to do it now?" A soft laugh sounded. Gretel suddenly turned around and looked into the smiling eyes of Master Hemond. His smile was half indulgent and half curious:
"You started tossing about this on the ship. I thought you wanted to gain more bargaining chips. But now that the negotiations are over, you are still trying. Do you think you can help them?"
Gretel quickly looked around. Master Hemond shook his finger:
"It's okay, I've already set up a sound barrier. - Hey, let's get back to the topic, is lung washing really effective?"
"It's really useful. If the symptoms are mild, washing it once can relieve the symptoms for two to three years. The chest will not be tight or painful. But it is also very dangerous... It took me so long to achieve all animal experiments successfully..."
The two mages chatted quietly and retreated to the corner of the tent. As they retreated, Grete suddenly felt a stiffness behind him, as if something was blocking him.
Turning around suddenly, an old dwarf stood behind him with a smile, holding a long staff diagonally in his right hand, the white light of the staff flashing slightly. Gretel recognized him as one of the elders attending the banquet, and just as he was about to salute, the old dwarf winked at him:
"Mr. Master, how young a patient must be for you to be confident?"
"I didn't say I wanted to cure him!" Gretel almost jumped up. The old dwarf smiled and narrowed his old eyes, with a hint of cunning in his kindness, and waved his hand:
"Hey, I've seen everything you just said. - No way, as you live a long time, you can always learn some things that you don't have, such as human language, such as lip reading..."
Gretel wanted to roll his eyes. But the old dwarf suddenly stopped his smile and said seriously:
"Mr. Wizard, I have lived for almost 400 years, and I can see good intentions and bad intentions most clearly. You are a friend of our dwarves, and you came here with the intention of helping us." He took a step forward and gently placed his palm on Gretel's wrist.
superior:
"Injuries in the mining and casting processes have troubled us for thousands of years. As long as you have a way, even if you are only half sure, we are willing to ask you to try it."
After saying that, he stroked his white beard, bent down deeply, and bowed to Gretel. The dwarf was already short, so with this bow, the top of his head almost touched Gretel's knees. Gretel hurriedly helped him:
"Hey you——"
Gretel used all his strength to lift the old dwarf up, and he was already sweating all over. At this point, there was no point in going around in circles, so Master Hemond simply took everyone to sit down, and spoke seriously:
First, lung washing is very dangerous. If you are unlucky, it is not surprising that half of the people will die. If something goes wrong, the dwarf kingdom must not be held responsible and must ensure Gretel's safety in the royal city;
Second, the recipients sign up voluntarily and are chosen by Gretel. No one can force anyone he does not want to treat;
Third, the dwarves must send out the best healers to help and provide healing techniques at any time to ensure safety...
One, two, three and four were explained clearly, and he even spread out a magic scroll and solemnly drafted a contract. The dwarf elder presided over the prayer to the Father God. In the flash of white light, the king bit his finger and a bloody fingerprint fell on the scroll.
On the parliament side, Archmage Serrano, who came after hearing the news, led Master Hemond and Gretel to leave magic marks one after another. When all procedures were completed, Gretel turned around again——
Led by Prince Rosegar, Gavin, Jinna, and Master Talbot's disciple Vigeland, there was a bustling crowd, with twenty or thirty people standing in front of him.
"...What are you here for?"
Gretel felt a headache seeing him like that. The prince raised his eyebrows and smiled calmly:
"If something is good for the tribe but is dangerous, of course I should be the first to try it, right?"
Gretel: "...Get out!"
This movement, even in the Fire Hammer tribe, alarmed more than a hundred people. Early the next morning, when the operation started, there were people standing three floors inside and three floors outside the door. The first Wei to receive treatment
In addition to the elder who presided over the signing yesterday, five pastors stood beside Gran's bedside:
"Don't be afraid, as long as you don't die on the spot, we can save you!"
Gretel: "...It's not that dangerous..."
He was already familiar with rabbits. When he switched to dwarves, he just poured a little more water. After the local anesthesia was applied, the vines entered silently with the secret eyes. After turning half a circle, the dwarves in the room
He pointed at the light screen reflected by the Secret Eyes and started talking loudly:
"It's so dark!"
"That's right, it's pitch black!"
"It's not all in our lungs, is it?"
"No wonder the more work you do, the more uncomfortable your chest becomes. With so much dust, how can it not be uncomfortable?"
Grete smiled slightly, not surprised at all. Seeing his "I knew it earlier" look, the dwarf priests trusted him even more. They stared at his hands with 12 eyes, waiting for him to make a move, and even asked questions.
They all quieted down.
Gretel was not in a hurry, holding a few seeds on his fingertips, urging the vines to grow inward. One went to the left, the other to the right, and the one to the left swelled especially, blocking the bronchus and feeding inward.
Pure oxygen; the one on the right, wait until the waste cannon is completely deflated, then pour sterile saline into it...
Inject, extract!
"It's out, it's out!" The five dwarf priests stretched their heads to look. The extracted liquid fell into the negative pressure drainage bottle, in small and small streams, and soon half of the jar was accumulated:
"There's a lot of dust in there! A bottle of water is black, no wonder it's called lung cleaning!"
Inject and withdraw physiological saline; inject and withdraw. Grete strictly followed the operating procedures. After washing the lungs three times, he gave high-flow oxygen until the blood oxygen saturation returned to normal. Then he injected again, and then extracted...
Repeat this cycle three times, for a total of nine times, until the liquid drawn out turns from turbid to clear. Then, switch to one lung lobe and continue to wash the lungs.
Everything was over, the anesthesia was lifted, and Vigeland jumped up.
"I'm fine! I finished washing it alive!"
Grete: "...Get out! I thought I was taking a bath for you if I didn't know!"
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