Chapter 438: Is this the spirit of the contract that I lent? Is this a beaver?
The barbarian elders all stood up, gathered around the operating table, and stared at the old hunchback lying on the operating table. Beside the operating table, Grete observed the tumor with a serious face, pressing, kneading, and pushing...
Almost everyone present had observed the sarcoma on the old hunchback and thought of ways to treat it.
However, if the treatment is applied, it will either be ineffective or it will grow bigger; if the medicine is applied, the ulcer will break out for you to see; if you summon the blessings of the Bull God, Bear God, Deer God, and Eagle God, what will be the result? Haha.
Elder Brock himself once treated him. He was ruthless, cut off a large lump of yellow, fat-like substance, and then used healing techniques to heal it. The effect was immediate, and the old hunchback was very grateful.
The healer worships:
He is indeed a miracle doctor!
However, within a year and a half, the thing grew out again, and it grew bigger than before. The old hunchback's left shoulder was high, and his right shoulder was low. It looked like his whole body was being crushed. This time, he didn't dare to do it again.
Ask Elder Brock to cut out the tumor, but Elder Brock himself doesn't dare to take action.
And all the healers in Akula were talking about it:
Could it be that he offended the evil god?
Or have you offended a demon and been possessed by a demon?
Or maybe it was a monster that Old Hunchback killed when he was young, and the spirit of the beast came to trouble him?
Or, it is said that some kind of necromancer can place rot sacs on living people, and the sacs will grow bigger and bigger, and eventually they can swallow the person?
Don't cut that thing! If you don't cut it well, it will splash all over you, and the rot sac will be transferred to your body!
But as the strongest healer in Akula, Elder Brock always wants to find a chance to give it a try. It's not that he is very close to the old hunchback, it's just that this is related to the face of all spell casters...
For an elder to live with a tumor for many years, wouldn't it slap everyone in the face and make people think that none of them can cure it?
It just so happens that this outsider spellcaster dares to put a knife on people. Let him try it! If the attempt is successful, my heartache may also be solved...
Gretel didn't know these twists and turns, nor did he want to know. All his energy was focused on the big tumor in front of him:
Tsk tsk tsk tsk, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk. The size of this tumor is not small! It basically occupies the entire left back, and also covers part of the right back, deltoid, infraspinatus, trapezius, teres major, latissimus dorsi...
It's all covered!
Even the groove in the center of the back has been pushed to the side. With this area, we need to consider whether it has violated the spine...
Of course, we can talk about the problem of the spine later. Grete looked at the tumor first: the surface was smooth, soft, and the mobility was acceptable. The skin color and temperature were normal, the border was clear, there was slight tenderness, the size...
When I take a ruler and measure it, it’s more than 30m*20m...
He pressed it and pushed the border with his fingers. He felt very satisfied. Although he was only an emergency doctor and not a dermatologist next door, he could intuitively feel that this thing was not very dangerous:
If the color is normal, the surface is smooth, and there are currently no ulcers, squamous cell carcinoma, melanoma, etc. are ruled out; if the texture is soft and the border is clear, fibroma, hemangioma, etc. are ruled out. In short, intuition is a very safe and simple thing.
Lipoma?
According to the medical history, a large lump of yellow, fat-like material was removed before. The possibility of lipoma is indeed very high. So, now, let me take a look at the spine!
Grete stood up straight and stretched his waist. Elder Brock had been staring at him closely and immediately asked:
"How is it? Can it be cured?"
"Wait a minute, I haven't finished reading yet." The examination was not finished yet, so Grete didn't dare to say whether it could be cured. He waved his hand, first helped the old hunchback up and asked him to stand up:
"Stand up straight, stand up straight! Keep your back straight! Don't stagger around! Hey, don't lean in any direction intentionally, just stick to your usual standing posture!"
Serira understood it and stood on the opposite side with her headdress in hand. Gretel turned on [Detection Magic], raised his eyes and immediately smiled:
This spine is pretty good!
No bends!
Before, I saw that his left shoulder was high and his right shoulder was low. I thought the tumor was too big and had invaded the spine, causing scoliosis!
His expression relaxed, and the old man with feather crowns suddenly brightened his eyes and wanted to speak. Gretel waved his hand to him, took two steps to the left, and stood on the left side of the old hunchback. At the same time, Cerira moved to the right, perfectly
Fulfills the obligation of an X-ray source.
emmmm... The lateral view is not very clear... The tumor is a bit deep, and the relationship with the surrounding tissue is not so easy to distinguish... Unfortunately, it would be better to have a CT...
"How's it going? Is it okay?"
Elder Yuguan asked in a low voice. Grete shook his head slightly:
"No, I can't see clearly." She stretched out her finger and made a faint mark on the side of the old man's shoulder and back:
"You can't see how deep the tumor is. There are some blood vessels nearby. According to the agreement, please lend me a contract spirit and let me take a closer look."
There was a buzz in the hall. Few people in the front row dared to speak, but in the crowd in the back row, some people began to whisper:
"Do you really want to give it to him?"
"An outsider?"
"With a contract spirit, even a slightly qualified child can become an elder! Just give it away like this?"
"I'm just borrowing it! I'm not giving it to him!"
The old man Yuguan's expression remained unchanged and turned a deaf ear. He made a gesture, and immediately two young apprentices in white robes came together to move a totem pole.
The totem pole was as thick as an arm's length and more than a foot long. When placed in the center of the hall, it almost stood up to the sky. The column was dark, oily and smooth, and seemed to be covered with a thick layer of paste from top to bottom.
Brock turned to the totem pole, groaned lowly, raised his palms high above his head, slap, slap, slap, and slapped them hard three times. Then, he clasped his hands in front of his chest and began to sing a song that Gretel couldn't understand.
The song was majestic and desolate, high-pitched and exciting, and the wild air rushed towards his face. Grete's heart was shaken when he heard it. As he sang, a sharp eagle's cry circled up, reached the highest point, and suddenly swooped down!
Gretel's breath tightened. She subconsciously turned on [Detection Magic]. In the halo, a vague shadow of a raptor rushed down and pounced on the totem pole. With both claws, a round ball was pulled out from the totem pole.
phantom.
"I'll lend you this totem spirit for a while." The meditation environment was as turbulent as water waves, and a huge, fiery being came over and established a bridge between him and the shadow.
Grete followed the instructions of the old man Yu Guan and relaxed his mind. Soon, he felt that there was a short, round guy in his consciousness. The thing's two forelimbs were short and powerful, and it was holding something.
Use your huge front teeth to chew on it.
This is...a beaver?
The contract spirit lent to me is a beaver?
Well, that's very beaver...
Gretel complained silently, driving the virtual spirit to jump up and submerge into the old hunchback's body. The size of the contract spirit was not limited by the physical body. Soon, he saw the situation inside the patient's body through the virtual body's eyes:
Skin, fat, muscles, blood vessels... are too blurry. Get closer and have a clearer view... the envelope outside the tumor...
Elder Brock closed his eyes slightly. He used his own spirituality and the spirit of the contract as a bridge to allow Gretel to communicate with the beaver spirit. This is what is called "lent to him". As long as the old man is willing and has a thought,
You can cut off contact between the two at any time.
Being a bridge has additional benefits. He can also see what Gretel sees in the spirit, but the speed is too fast, and the old man can't keep up:
What's this?
What is this?
A smooth, delicate, and complete membrane? The beaver spirit's field of vision, advancing close to the edge of the membrane? Well, the membrane is quite complete, with no messy things leaking out... It's gone around so quickly? Still there?
Peering in, what does he want to see?
The spiritual vision suddenly lit up, but it was Gretel who took the initiative to cut off the contact and broke away from the spiritual vision. He stood among the crowd, with a calm face and full of confidence:
"It can be cured. It's just a subcutaneous lipoma. Just cut it off and it'll be fine."
Well, for such a simple subcutaneous lipoma, the operation is difficult and can be completed in county-level hospitals. The more troublesome thing is the diagnosis. He has seen lipomas infiltrating the cervical spine before, compressing the spinal cord, and causing hemiplegia.
Therefore, without CT or MRI, Gretel did not dare to do surgery anyway. The alternative was to get a virtual body to take a look...
"Then...cut it now?"
The old hunchback lay on the operating table and asked tremblingly. Grete nodded firmly:
"If you think you can, do it now!"
It's just a subcutaneous lipoma. It's a small job in dermatology. People will laugh to death if you publish an article about this. In their hospital, if you want to publish an article about a lipoma, it must at least be a cardiac lipoma, brainstem lipoma, or peritoneal lipoma.
Huge lipoma or something like that...
The skin was prepared, cleaned, and local anesthesia was applied. The scalpel was flying. A long incision was made in the middle of the left back, and the mage's hands pulled the skin apart to both sides.
Grete had already investigated it beforehand and knew it well. The mage's hands kept sliding along the outside of the capsule, pulling, tearing, and blunt separation. He cut the lipoma without harming the surrounding muscles and blood vessels. He moved lightly and quickly, and started from the beginning.
By the end, there was no hesitation at all.
Soon, a huge lipoma, together with the capsule, was lifted out by the mage's hands.
The tumor is so big that the mage's hands are three to five sizes larger than normal palms...
"Who's going to weigh it? How heavy is this tumor?"
Grete shouted while rinsing. The tumors they had removed by the general surgery department were up to three kilograms, and it is said that the dermatology department had removed tumors that were more than five kilograms. Tsk, if this can break a record, even if I am embarrassed to publish an article, I can still brag with them...
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A group of barbarians looked at each other. What, they just cut it, but they still had to weigh it?
Is this a quirk of outside healers?
Is this healer really a servant of the God of Nature, not a necromancer?
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Thinking about it, what is the best choice for Gretel’s Contract Spirit? Do you have any good suggestions?