It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 386: No one is willing to accept lung cleansing? (Red Comet Maswan Reward 3rd update)
Chapter 386: No one is willing to accept lung cleansing? (Red Comet Maswan Reward 3rd update)
There was a silent commotion in the conference hall.
Several dwarf elders stroked their beards. From their standpoint, Gretel was willing to prove that that was the best; if he was not willing, then they couldn't say anything.
After all, the affairs of the dwarves belong to the dwarves themselves, and their friends and brothers should not be responsible for them.
Archmage Serrano and Mage Hemond exchanged glances. As mages, they could naturally imagine how many flaws there were in this proof; however, they were concerned about the relationship between the Council and the dwarves, so they could not stop it on the spot.
Whether he agrees or not depends on Grete himself.
And the other side...
Opposite the mages, Bishop Klind, who was protected by two glorious knights, tried his best to hide the hatred in his eyes. Damn it, it's this little mage again!
Treat savages, little boys, dwarves, wherever you go! There are new tricks every day!
If it hadn't been for him, Lord Genoni wouldn't have been able to force himself to study the magical lung-cleansing technique!
If he accuses himself of murder...
Klind quietly put his right hand into his pocket. Next to Gretel, the silver-haired elf ranger twitched his nose and silently took half a step.
Gretel did not pay attention to the undercurrent in the hall. In fact, he did not look at any of those people, but looked deeply and quietly at the dwarf who made the request.
Look at his wet tears, look at his wet beard, look at the corpse at his feet. See the red in his eyes gradually fade until it disappears, from being arrogant to shrinking, from raising his head to lowering his head, and then slowly
He shook his head firmly:
"Sorry. I will not treat you for this reason."
"you……?"
"Treatment is treatment." Grete said sternly. He touched the space bag and held the oak staff in his hand. The tail of the staff fell to the ground, and the four green leaves on the head of the staff automatically swayed gently without wind:
"Treatment is to help those who need it. It is not a force used to attack. It cannot, and should not, be used to prove that other people's treatment is out of malicious intent."
Even medical appraisals are not conducted in this way. It does not mean that if one doctor's treatment fails and another doctor succeeds in performing the same treatment on other patients, it does not mean that the former is maliciously harming others.
Medical malpractice requires a more careful and professional certification process. As for intentional homicide, that belongs to the criminal category and has nothing to do with medicine.
His expression was soft and his tone was firm. Combined with the oak staff he was holding in his hand, he actually seemed to have the look of a deep and compassionate priest. Beckett looked at him blankly for a while, then lowered his head:
"I, I know..."
The two magicians exchanged glances and nodded to each other. The dwarf elder lowered his eyes slightly, but there was nothing he could do about it. Serira, on the other hand, looked at Gretel's rare serious look and then looked at the oak staff in his hand, "Pfft"
Once, laugh out loud.
The dwarf elder coughed. The elf ranger was a distant visitor, and she was a young lady. It was hard for him to say that she was ruining the atmosphere, so he could only pretend not to hear her and not see her smile. He stared at Bishop Klind, majestic reason.
Trim your beard:
"In this case, let's assume that you are well-intentioned. However, it is a fact that a good person was put to death by your pastor. We respect the Lord of Glory, but from now on, please do not spread your word outside your residence.
The gods are gone!"
The tone of the last sentence was very serious. Bishop Klind had a serious face and did not nod in approval or refute. Gretel did not need to participate in the next thing. He saw the elders and Bishop Klind talking about compensation.
, he just found a reason, said goodbye and slipped out.
"Oh! You looked so funny just now!" Cerira couldn't help laughing as soon as she went out. Seeing Gretel looking at her helplessly, she laughed even more happily:
"I wanted to see you beat up those bastards! You actually let them go! - By the way, do you think they killed people on purpose, or by accident?"
"...It must have been accidental." Gretel sighed:
"Actually, it's useless even if you are very careful. Lung washing is very difficult to do. If the patient's condition is slightly worse, he will die easily. These people were not taught by me. I guess they don't know what to do and what to do.
The situation cannot be done.”
"Then they made their own decision! Humph! They deserve it! So did those dwarves, why didn't they ask you to do it? - Hey, when will you do it next time, remember to call me to see it!"
"It's coming soon... Before I set off to go up the mountain, there were more than 20 people waiting in line..."
Gretel, who promised the silver dragon girl "Soon, soon", encountered unexpected trouble. He went to see Vigeland to check on his post-surgery situation. As soon as he arrived at the door, he heard the loud voices of the dwarves quarreling:
"Why don't you dare! Look at me, isn't it great!"
"But... it's really dangerous... Look, two people are dead over there. What if I die too?"
"They don't understand at all! The method of washing the lungs was invented by Gretel. He knows how to do it. How do they know? You just use magic to pour water without asking. You will definitely die!"
"...To be honest, it seems safer to use magic to fill the water... When the pipe is pushed in and the pipe is pulled out, it feels even scarier..."
"Coward! Forget it, I'll find someone else!"
Vigeland was furious, turned around and ran out, and bumped into Gretel. Seeing Gretel unable to advance or retreat, he scratched his gray beard. For a moment, he was even more embarrassed than Gretel:
"Uh...that guy...I..."
"You have such a loud voice!" Grete quickly changed the subject and said:
"You seem to be very energetic. Have you recovered? You haven't been feeling uncomfortable these past few days, right?"
"No, no!" Vigeland suddenly became active, raised his hand and slapped his chest:
"Much better! Thanks to you for helping with the treatment. Come, let's find a place and talk slowly!"
According to Vigeland's character, or according to the character of any dwarf, if such a good thing happens, he will decisively go to a tavern. If he doesn't just get drunk, he can't express his joy by inviting the entire tavern to drink a few drinks.
and gratitude.
Gretel dragged him to death, or in other words, he showed the intention of dragging him to death. The silver dragon girl smiled and gave him a hand, then dragged him back to her home and sat down. Gretel took out the stethoscope, and put it on his chest and back.
He listened to the heart sounds, lung sounds, and each part again, and then asked him to measure his vital capacity:
"emmmm...the recovery is quite good. It has increased by more than 15% compared to before the operation, and it has also increased to a certain extent compared to the last measurement."
Grete gave the evaluation with a smile while writing the record as fast as possible. As he wrote, he made a lot of noise...
"Serila! Why are you bragging about this!"
"It's fun! Let's see how much I can blow!"
"..." How do you change the organs in your body with your transformation technique? Looking at such a slender person, you can blow out a 20-liter can that is big enough for a barbarian!
In any case, Vigeland's forced expiratory volume in 1 second, vital capacity, and maximum ventilation, the three major lung function indexes, have all been greatly improved. In other words, with the blessing of treatment, he can recover quickly after surgery.
On the basis of, further improvements can be made——
Vigeland pulled another subject over and tested it again, and the results were almost the same. The two dwarves became more interested in chatting, and even put on their armors, picked up their war hammers, and had a live battle——
Very good, I know that your recovery is very good and you can already do strenuous exercise!
"No one is willing to do it now." Vigeland sighed:
"A bunch of cowards, I told Gretel that it would be okay for him to take action, but they still retreated!"
How can we promote lung washing technology like this? So many people obviously have hope of receiving treatment. Not to mention complete cure, at least they can get better!
Gretel was silent. The promotion of the same technology depends on doctors and the cooperation of patients. If there are really no dwarves willing to accept treatment——
As far as medical ethics is concerned, everyone has the right to dispose of their own body. Doctors must obtain the patient's informed consent for any treatment. If they don't want to be treated, then they won't be treated.
——Besides, whether to treat or not to treat, patients and their families often have many factors other than medical treatment to consider. Some things are self-explanatory, and doctors cannot comment on them.
After many years of working in the emergency department, Gretel has seen too many things in his past life.
"Then we can only die." He said calmly. Seeing Vigeland looking at him with wide eyes in surprise, Grete shrugged, spread his hands and smiled:
"Otherwise, what should I do? We can't just tie them up and treat them! Then what will happen to me?"
One step forward is Dr. Zombie in Plants vs. Zombies. Two steps forward is a certain notorious numbered army...
The boundaries of medical ethics protect both patients and doctors, and they must not be crossed!
"But what should we do?" Vigeland asked anxiously. Seeing Grete smiling and saying nothing, he stamped his foot:
"Don't be angry with them, I...I'll find someone right now! Don't worry, we can always find hundreds of people who are willing to receive treatment! Before you leave, I must learn this technique!"
I'm afraid it's not that easy.
Good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles. If they want to offset the impact of killing people, Vigeland and the others may have to put in hundreds of times the effort.
Gretel did have other plans, but he didn't want to say it and just smiled:
"Well, come on."
"No need to look for it!"
With a creak, the door opened wide. A heavy step stepped in:
"Look, is it okay to do it on me?"
"Prince Rosega..."
Grete almost sighed.
In fact, this candidate couldn't be better: young, with mild symptoms, strong recovery ability, and meets all the patient's conditions;
He has a high status and great influence. If he can win the battle to choose the king, he will undoubtedly be a living advertisement for lung cleaning treatment...
Moreover, improving lung function is also an effective way to improve his combat effectiveness and ensure victory in the king-selecting battle.
"There are still seven days until the full moon. Look at Vigeland, he has recovered very well in seven days." Prince Rothergar smiled confidently at Grete:
"If you agree, I will immediately go to my father and sign another contract with the council. Don't worry, even if there is an error in the treatment, or I lose the battle to choose the king, I will never blame you."
Cerira blinked her eyes, looking at this and then that. She wanted to stretch out her hand to pull Gretel, but knowing that the matter was serious, she raised her hand several times and then put it down. Gretel sighed and said with a smile:
"Can I still refuse to agree?"
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