It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 435: Even if you eat too much, you will die! (Additional update 2 by the Leader of the Riding Tiger and Pig Lord)
Chapter 435: Even if you eat too much, you will die! (Additional update 2 by the Leader of the Riding Tiger and Pig Lord)
The treatment of spellcasters is obviously more than one level higher than that of ordinary barbarians.
The host tribe specially set up a large house for them, located in the center of Akula, in the center of the host village. The exterior walls of the house were painted in eye-catching white, and there was a hall in the middle with dozens of desks scattered around.
There are a number of small rooms arranged around the hall, and there are corridors leading to the back. Grete glanced at it and thought in his mind:
Outpatient hall, clinic 1, clinic 2, clinic 3...
The hall was filled with smoke. The table was filled with all kinds of food and drinks. Behind the table, the fur on the couch was so thick and soft that one would not want to get up when lying on it. The casters, or in other words, the elders of each village,
The wise men were eating, drinking, and talking in front of their desks and on their couches.
Oh, by the way, they also smoke.
It's not necessarily all tobacco leaves. In fact, Gretel only smelled a little nicotine in the room full of smoke, so he was probably poor.
God knows what they are burning. In short, human beings have been innovating in smoking materials since ancient times:
What about sesame leaves, papaya leaves, lotus leaves, wild rice leaves, and corn cobs and the like...
But no matter what, PM2.5, oh no, PM10, the index is very high!
Grete quickly created a bubble spell for himself. He calmly entered the room with the bubble in his hand. Suddenly, eyes from all directions were focused on him:
who is this?
I don’t know him, I’ve never seen him, he’s not from our tribe, I’m not from any other tribe!
Young, still human, with a young and beautiful elf by his side?
His doubtful eyes fell on Gretel, then followed his arm and landed on the head of the oak staff in his hand. One, two, three, four, five, five green leaves?
Most of the spell casters turned their heads and nodded to Gretel, expressing some or less goodwill. In the middle of the hall, an old man wearing a feather crown and a snow-white feather cloak stood up with a smile and opened his arms:
"Young spellcasters, young elves, welcome you! No matter where you are from, Akula welcomes any friends with good intentions! Please enjoy everything here, treat this place as your own home, and make the guests feel
Being restrained means that the master has lost his honor!"
Well... there is no need to be so serious about honor. Grete leaned on the oak staff and bowed slightly in return:
"I am a traveler from afar. I heard that there are many brilliant healers here, so I came here to travel and gain more knowledge. Please give me a seat so that I can listen to the experiences of the elders."
"Haha, it's easy to talk." As soon as the old man Yuguan raised his hand, someone immediately added a table and a couch to his right, and arranged for Grete and the others to sit down. A group of envious glances immediately came around. It was obvious that this arrangement was
Complete VIP treatment.
Then, barbecues, stews, bread, and wine were placed on the table one after another, showing hospitality to the guests. Even fruits that were rare in the wilderness were put on a pile, specially placed in front of Serira, obviously for
Entertain Miss Elf.
Grete smiled and nodded to the old man to thank them, then pricked up his ears and listened to their chat. As a tribal elder, he knew more or less some healing techniques, but his ideas were different from those of priests and medical magicians, and they were quite strange. Gretel was on the side.
Listen, it’s really eye-opening:
"If a tumor slides under your finger, it's a sarcoma and can be treated with fire."
"If the tumor is as hard as a rock, then obviously you're going to have to use a knife to fix it."
"If the soldiers are bitten in the wild and cannot come back for a while, I tell them that you can make a mixture of oil, honey and roasted wheat flour, apply it on the wound, and then cover it with fresh meat. Wait until the meat
If it becomes stale, it must be replaced..."
Grete was frightened when he heard all kinds of fantastic ideas. He tried to keep a low profile and did not argue with these healers. He listened and looked around:
By the way, how high are the spellcasting levels of these people?
Unlike priests who wear level marks, nor like magicians who wear badges. Barbarian spellcasters dress up in different ways. At a glance, it is impossible to tell the level. From their clothes, you can only roughly understand the spells they are good at.
, or borrow from the source of natural power:
Some wear feather cloaks, some wear antlers on their heads, some have beast tusks or raptor claws hanging under their necks, and some wear a bronze mirror on their chest and strings of bells on their skirts. Bear skins,
There are wolf skins, leopard skins, deer skins, and feathers of all kinds, enough to open a herbarium.
"...Hey, young healer, what type of healing techniques are you good at?"
Suddenly, the voice of the old man with feather crown interrupted Gretel's thoughts. Gretel came back to his senses, lowered his head respectfully, and answered softly:
"I have a special method that allows me to roughly see what's going on inside the human body and perform treatment based on the observations."
Although he didn't know how high the old man was, the feather crown he wore on his head seemed to come from the feathers of a level 15 magical creature, the Lightning Eagle. This alone deserved his caution and respect.
Besides, there are records in the council that among the barbarians, there are also strong men above level 15, or even legendary levels. Otherwise, even in such a bitter cold land, they would not be able to occupy it peacefully. Slave traders would have already come to the door.
coming.
"oh?"
"real?"
"Tsk tsk..."
There was a commotion in the hall. Observing the inside of the human body is the dream of every healer!
Although there are many spellcasters in the hall who can call upon the power of nature and treat injuries and illnesses, they still hope to find a way to understand the conditions inside the human body.
After all, in many cases, they can only rely on guessing...
The old man with feather crown coughed hard. The hall suddenly fell silent. Only Grete continued to state with a smile at the old man's signal:
"Of course, this kind of observation is quite rough and has many limitations. So I came here this time to find some ways to enhance my detection capabilities."
"for example?"
"For example, I contract a totem spirit and let it be my eyes, entering the human body to explore."
There was another round of whispering in the hall. This time, the old man Yu Guan did not stop him. He thought for a moment and raised his hand to Gretel:
"Totem spirits are not our subordinates or property, but our comrades and partners who have been fighting side by side for many years. Young caster, if you want to take away a totem spirit, you must prove your goodwill and value."
I didn’t intend to ask for it empty-handed. Grete nodded naturally:
"No problem. So what do I need to do?"
"The people of the Black Gate God welcome all friends. Before you came, Gushan and Whitefen recommended you, saying that you have helped a lot of our people and have good intentions towards us." The old man looked majestic and spoke calmly:
"Young healer, first of all, we hope to see if your healing ability is worthy of our partner."
Well, it's a very reasonable request. However, Gretel looked around, where were the patients? Where were the wounded?
It's not necessarily true. In order to test my healing ability, why don't you give me a leg to treat at a discount?
The way he looked around, his thoughts were almost written on his face. The old man with feather crown couldn't help laughing and smiled:
"You don't have to go looking for it. Children will always come up with something to do in such a conference. As long as you sit here, after a while, the wounded will definitely be brought over. Well, I will take this opportunity to introduce myself.
It's Brock from the Eagle Division, what's your name, and where are you from?"
"Grete Nordmark, from Nevis." Grete answered honestly. He was about to say a few more words when a soldier suddenly ran in from outside the hall and shouted from a distance:
"Great Elder, help! Bunker is full again!"
"Eating too much? Let him vomit after eating too much!" Elder Brock said angrily. Gretel noticed that he secretly glanced at himself, his eyes were very subtle. Maybe he thought he was letting him treat someone who was overeating.
Guy, is it too embarrassing?
"No! He can't spit it out!" the soldier replied urgently. He stood on tiptoes, then came down, then stood up again. He was obviously restraining himself from rushing up and dragging the elder away:
"He has a severe stomachache and is sweating all the time! I have never seen his face so pale! Elder, Bunker is really in trouble this time. Please save him!"
"...I'll go see him." Gretel sighed and stood up. Even if you're full, you can't take it lightly. Overeating will really kill you!
Or, it can cause acute gastric dilatation, leading to severe dehydration of the body, reduced effective blood volume, peripheral circulation failure and death;
Or, the stomach will be burst, causing septic shock and death;
Or, eating a large amount of food at one time may lead to acute pancreatitis, which will be painful to death...
In his previous life, he treated a patient who was a big eater. When he was delivered, he was said to have just eaten 20 burgers in one go...
Anyway, after that operation, the doctors, nurses, and anesthesiologists in the operating room didn't order hamburgers for a month.
"Then bring him here." Elder Brock sighed. Soon, a tall and strong warrior with long arms and legs was carried in using a whole bear skin:
He was naked from the waist up, lying on his back, and was covered in oil from his mouth to his chest. His belly was swollen, like a pregnant woman who was ten months pregnant. Elder Brock only glanced at him, and then turned his head with a dark face:
"Your Excellency Nordmark"
Gretel squatted over without him opening his mouth. First, he looked at his face, which was pale, with cold sweat, and his lips a little white, but not cyanotic. Then he looked at his eyes, which were flexible and could move with others. Well, he looked like he was awake.
To be on the safe side, he threw [Proficient in Language] at the other party. He touched his forehead, stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, and asked in a low voice:
"May I have your name?"
"Bunker..."
The soldiers on the ground struggled to answer. At the same time, Elder Brock answered:
"His name is Bunker!"
Didn't I just say that? Is this young healer distracted or something?
"Shh!" Gretel whispered to stop him. It's a physical examination, don't interfere! Well, the patient can answer the call and answer his name... Gretel silently made a note in the little notebook in his heart:
He is conscious and in good spirits. His abdomen is obviously distended, and his body temperature and heartbeat are still normal...
"So how much did you eat?"
"Just half a deer..."
Grete's eyesight went dark.
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