Chapter 511: Why did the tumor grow into the bone?
Stealing patients...
Gretel was not impatient, angry, or angry. Under the patient's surprised gaze, the corners of his eyes slightly curved, revealing a nostalgic smile.
Fighting for patients was something that existed in hospitals in the past. Between the Department of Circulation Medicine and Cardiothoracic Surgery, between the Department of Urology and the Department of Urology, between the Department of Orthopedics and the Department of Neurosurgery...
Overtly and covertly, they use their own methods. From applying for projects and research funds to publishing heavyweight papers in journals;
Holding academic seminars, giving lectures in various places, and performing demonstration surgeries;
Then the directors of various departments competed with each other, in person and privately, with guns and sticks...
Of course, establishing a good relationship with the emergency department and asking the emergency department to send patients to them is also one of the common methods. In his previous life, he went from resident doctor to chief resident, then to attending physician and deputy chief physician. He had experienced ups and downs in more than ten years.
That's a lot.
However, it has been a long time since I saw such a crude method of directly standing in front of the patient and asking him why he wanted to change doctors.
Gretel smiled slightly and remained silent. Speaking of which, he has been practicing medicine in this strange world for so long and has never been overtaken by others. The reason is probably because the patients he treats are all the hard bones that others don't want.
:
Either he is penniless or a poor person who cannot afford a few pennies;
Or in the face of a great plague, the number of patients increases rapidly, and even the healers in the city cannot cure it;
Either it's an emergency first aid, and there are no other healers nearby;
Or, the doctors are at a loss, and if he goes up and gives it a try, he won't ruin other people's face...
Slowly, when he got to this point, someone actually came directly in front of him to grab the patient.
Gretel raised his eyes and looked over. The white-robed magician standing in front of him had a higher mage level than him and the same arcane level as him.
The three silver stars on the mage badge represent an eighth-level magician; the four white rings outside the silver stars represent a fourth-level arcanist.
Hey, speaking of which, he has published so many papers, why hasn't his arcane level increased yet? Could it be that the teacher has accumulated arcane points?
To say that those who are lower than him are probably those in the background. Not everyone can have a legendary mage as a teacher.
He slowly turned his gaze from the white-robed mage who came to ask questions to the patient standing beside him with an embarrassed face. Then he turned his eyes back and smiled at the white-robed mage:
"What is your name? How long have you been treating him? What disease do you think he has? How did you treat him?"
The white-robed mage's eyes narrowed slightly. He had been in a hurry just now and was very angry. Only now did he notice that the man opposite him was both a fourth-ring arcanist.
Moreover, he is younger than him, and his mage level is three levels lower than his. What does this mean?
It means that other people have greater potential than him!
This means that if there is any minor friction, the big guys will favor each other!
"Jason Tarn, fourth-level arcanist, eighth-level magician, affiliated with Spellweaver." He calmed down and nodded to Gretel:
"I have been treating Ramos for half a month. In my opinion, he was overworked and injured his wrist."
He glanced at the patient beside him who was gradually relaxing and pointed at his wrist:
"In the past half month, I have operated on him three times from his wrist to his fingers, and I have told him to rest regularly and use hot compresses. I estimate that he will be able to fully recover in two or three months."
...So your judgment is that it is tenosynovitis?
It’s not entirely unreasonable. After all, ulnar nerve damage is mostly caused by nerve entrapment in the wrist. Grete nodded with a smile:
Jason Tarn's heart was shaken, and the eyes he looked at each other had changed unknowingly. Gretel Nordmark?
That guy who published relevant papers in both "Arcana" and "Magic"?
The magician who invented penicillin and how to use cowpox?
My own teacher lamented more than once: "How come he is from the Department of Plastic Surgery...Why is he not from the medical branch..."
Why did he steal his own patient? Hey, if I had known it was him, what if he had robbed her? Why bother to come and ask for punishment?
He wanted to withdraw at that time. However, after taking a look at his patient, he stopped and leaned closer to Ramos:
"After I treated him, the condition of his fingers improved, but the effect was not satisfactory. What do you think will happen to him?"
Out of the corner of his eye, the patient Grete had just acquired also moved a little closer to the white-robed mage. He looked at her and then at Grete. There was a little guilt in his eyes, as if he was embarrassed.
Was he dragged here?
Maybe you were dragged to him because of feelings?
In his previous life, those big bosses who used all kinds of tricks to steal patients were not just doing it for their own fame and fortune. He also often saw two directors fighting each other, and eventually they turned into slapping each other on the table: "My treatment method improves faster.
!My method has a better prognosis!”
Grete's heart softened slightly. He took a breath and said seriously:
"I'm not sure yet. I need to add some more checks. Wait, I need to borrow something, Mrs. Alva? Mrs. Alva, are you there?"
Mrs. Alva walked slowly from the next room. Since there was no conflict between the two magicians, there was no need for her to bother. At this moment, Grete knocked on the door and called for someone, and she came out to respond:
"What to borrow?"
"A magic item above level 12. It doesn't matter what type it is. Just use it here and return it after use."
Borrowed for on-site use. Gretel asked the change magician to take off his coat and raise his arms. Then, he skillfully activated [Detection Magic] and looked forward.
His eyes immediately narrowed slightly, and then suddenly widened again.
As he expected, the culprit that caused the change magician's right hand to remain unchanged was indeed the tumor on his right upper arm.
It is attached next to the humeral shaft of the upper arm. Under the X-ray film, or in other words, under the image taken by [Detection Magic], you can see a low-density mass with clear and smooth edges. And the part that is close to the bone
Protrusions can be seen on the surface of the bone, and there is a wide base connected to the humerus. As for the inside of the bone...
Grete walked around the circle and observed it again, and nodded slightly. This is it. It is indeed this.
On the outside, it looks painless, harmless, and harmless, but on the inside, it has grown large enough to compress the nearby ulnar nerve.
To be on the safe side, Gretel took a photo along the patient's right wrist, from the wrist to the elbow, from the elbow to the shoulder, and from the shoulder to the neck.
After making sure that there were no obvious lesions, at least no obvious straightening of cervical spine curvature, calcification points, or bone hyperplasia, and that the nerves would not be compressed, he was confident and pointed to Ramos' right upper arm:
"It's here. It's this tumor. You can see it with [Detection Magic]. The image here is wrong. There is something strange on the bone..."
Jason Tarn looked at him suspiciously. He also released the spell and looked intently. Then, the white-robed mage let out a heartfelt exclamation:
"That's the mystery! How did that tumor grow into the bone?"
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