"I have a little sister next door in my hometown..."
Grete stroked the rabbit's fur, spoke in a gentle voice, and started from the beginning. The silver dragon girl sat across from her with her knees clasped, listening intently, her fingertips moving, and the phantoms changing silently:
Blood vessels, heart, lung lobes, blood vessels with a hole...
"So, you just want to insert a vine in, direct the healing power, and plug the hole? Can it be cured now?"
"Not yet."
"What's missing?"
"For example, there is a magic that can directly see the heart current, so that I can know whether the heart beats normally; for example, there is a magic that allows me to see exactly where the vines are; for example, I want to know how to insert a silver wire into it.
, will the blood coagulate and block blood vessels..."
Grete stretched out a palm and bent his fingers one by one to explain to her. Every time he said a word, Cerira's waist sank a little. When Grete clenched his five fingers into a fist, she put her head on her knees.
Once buried, dangling around:
"Ugh...I don't know how to do it, so I can't help..."
Grete tried to comfort her. Every technical difficulty in these requirements means one, or even more than one Nobel Prize, or the condensation of the top level of the human pharmaceutical industry, the hard work of millions or tens of millions of people over the generations.
.
It's not strange that he can't do it. If the local aborigines can use magic to get around it, they are the strongest among the strong!
"It's okay! I can't do it, but my aunt can definitely do it! Gretel, when we get to the mountain, I'll ask my aunt for help! Let's speed up -"
"Wait, wait! Just walk slowly on the ground like this!" Gretel quickly stopped her:
"Wait until I do more experiments and get the vine insertion part done, then I can solve the other problems!"
"How long will it take?"
"Oh, wouldn't it be nice to just walk all the way and help the patients on the way?"
This reason easily convinced Cerela. As a silver dragon, she instinctively felt happy helping the weak, the sick, and those in need. Anyway, if half a month passed, she would still not be able to find her aunt—
—
How many years will it take at least from the time when a silver dragon becomes pregnant to when the hatchling hatches?
Leon showed the way, and with Bernard driving the car and taking care of the animals, the journey went very smoothly. Cerira followed him, and every night she saw endless new tricks:
Laparoscopic surgery for appendicitis…
Use vines (laryngoscope) to remove fish bones...
Craniotomy to induce congestion...
Poor fracture healing, interruption of reconnection...
Naturally, if he meets a dwarf who meets the indications for lung cleaning, and if he strongly requests it, Gretel will have to go back to his old job and clean his lungs.
Of course, such treatment cannot be without reward. Whether it is a dwarf or a barbarian, there is no such thing as not repaying a favor or being in arrears with medical bills in their dictionary.
Therefore, not only were the accommodations and meals along the way free of charge, but the villagers along the way also threw their valuables onto the caravan——
"No need! It's really not necessary!" Every time the treatment is completed, Miss Silver Dragon's biggest entertainment is to watch Gretel stretch out his hands and block left and right:
"Take back the gold coins! Take back the silver collar and the silver pot! If you really want to pay me, just give me a live rabbit!—Two at most!"
Although Silver Dragon also loves treasures, she is not greedy for rewards that are not her own. Rather than treating the villagers herself and then earning some gold coins and treasures, she would rather watch Gretel's various strange treatment methods and then watch him try his best.
Refunding is more fun~~~
Even if it is rabbits, Grete does not ask for many. One per day, two at most. These live rabbits - or sometimes piglets and lambs, are used by Grete in cardiac interventional surgery.
On practice.
puncture!
Insert vine!
Probe into the heart and initiate healing!
After the practice, they were raised in the rear part of the caravan for a few days and observed closely. Finally, those small animals that died abnormally during the journey or survived strongly will be disemboweled and dissected carefully under the knife of Gretel.
No blood clots, myocardial infarction or other complications...
Finally, of course, add oil, add salt, add chili --
Roast rabbit legs!
Spicy Bunny!
Braised rabbit!
Rabbit stewed with radish!
"Gretel! You even ate the rabbit's head!"
On the rolling carriage, Miss Silver Dragon uttered words and stretched out her hands to grab the rabbit meat. While chewing it, she hissed and stuck out her tongue, which made her eyes full of tears. Even so, her movements were no slower than those of humans.
"Ha...ha..." No, my hand shook when I was cooking and I added too much chili.
Gretel vomited and handed over a can of milk. With a flick of his finger, a freezing ray fell into the milk can:
"Drink this, the fastest way to relieve spicy food..."
Anyway, Silver Dragon is not afraid of getting fat!
Between the two of us, you and I eat one rabbit. Bernard sits on the shaft of the cart and enjoys the other rabbit to himself. As for the Necromancer Leon, unfortunately he cannot eat spicy food...
Walking all the way, treating all the way, and eating all the way. The carriage meandered northward, becoming more and more desolate and sparsely populated as we walked. From being able to encounter roadside stalls every noon, to being able to encounter villages only at night, and then
After walking for a whole day without seeing anyone. After two consecutive days without seeing any human beings, on the evening of the third day, Serila finally pulled the reins of the horse at the entrance of the village:
"Leon, please stop here." Silver Dragon looked at the snow caps on the mountains in the north, his clear eyes shining brightly under the sunset, almost shining golden:
"This is the last village. We don't know how long we will stay at my aunt's place. You can wait here or return, but it's best not to follow us."
"Yes, I will obey your order." The Necromancer bowed his head respectfully. Along the way, he also guessed a little about Serrela's identity, but he didn't dare to reveal it. After answering, he turned to Gretel and performed a mage salute:
"Thank you for your guidance along the way, Master Nordmark. I will wait here until early summer next year, and look forward to meeting you again before then."
They stayed in the village for the last night. Early the next morning, the three people abandoned the horses and caravan, Grete rode on horseback, Serira and Bernard walked, and walked side by side into the wilderness. After the village disappeared from sight, Serira
La couldn't wait to transform back into her dragon form, grabbing Gretel with one paw and Bernard with the other:
"It's killing me! Gretel, let's go!"
The dragon wings spread out and soared into the sky.
The cold wind blew in their faces. The wasteland, rocks and meadows passed under their feet. Gretel looked up under the dragon's claws. The mountains to the north were getting closer and closer——
Crossing the river, crossing the cliff, and crossing the canyon. Seeing that they had reached the foot of the mountain, the young silver dragon suddenly fell to the ground and kept panting.
"I'll take a rest before taking you up... I'm so tired..."
She was almost lying on the ground, her shining silver wings gently flapping, and puffs of hot air exhaled from her nostrils. Just as Gretel was about to step forward, she heard a soft female voice floating in the air:
"No, you come up alone. As for these two little guys - let them climb the mountain."