It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 513: Magical Fat Reduction or Surgical Tumor Resection? (Updates will be updated with a 10,000-dollar reward)
Chapter 513: Magical Fat Reduction or Surgical Tumor Resection? (Updates will be updated with a 10,000-dollar reward)
"This...this...the inside of the arm, is this what it looks like..."
Jason Tarn stammered, and his eyes almost bulged out. If Gretel didn't know the cause and effect, and suddenly saw it, he would definitely give him a diagnosis:
If you suspect hyperthyroidism, go check out the three thyroid hormones. If you want to be on the safe side and want to get the five thyroid hormones in one step, it is not impossible to consider.
But Mr. Jason obviously didn't need this. He greedily touched the newly made model, touching it from top to bottom, from bottom to top, and then opened it to take a look:
Bones! Bones that are rough and have many bumps!
Blood vessels! Twisting and branching blood vessels!
Muscles! One by one, they overlap each other and are connected to the bones! There are blood vessels running through them!
There are also silver-white strips, which the Nordmark mage calls "nerves". It is said that it is because of the oppression of that thing that Ramos' fingers become unable to bend, cannot pinch tightly, and suffer all kinds of discomforts.
…
"So, is it enough to just cut off the tumor?"
He pulled on the pale yellow thing, pulled it, let it go, pulled it again, and let it go.
The tumor is stuck between two muscles, and it looks like it can be pulled out smoothly if you stretch your hand.
"What if we don't use the knife? Can we just shrink the tumor?"
"emmmmmmm..."
Gretel held his chin and hesitated for a while. In other words, this is the difference between internal medicine and surgery:
When an internal medicine doctor sees a lesion, the first thing he thinks of is medication; the first thing a surgeon thinks of is surgery.
For example, if there is a tumor in the liver, the internal medicine department thinks, let us perform radiotherapy, chemotherapy, embolization of blood supply vessels, or cryogenic freezing, put some liquid nitrogen in to freeze the tumor to death;
The surgeon thought that once and for all, let us cut him off with one knife. As long as the cut was clean, there would be no future problems.
Of course, radiotherapy and chemotherapy hurt the body, and embolization and freezing cannot be cleaned. Surgical resection also hurts the body, and it is easy to remove 3/5 pieces of the liver. There are arguments every year about which option is right and which is better for the patient.
As for this lipoma, what can be done to relieve the patient's pain? No matter whether it is medicine or surgery, magic or surgery.
None of this is important. What is important is how to treat patients well.
Gretel lowered his eyes. Lipoma, lipoma, fat is a thing whose cell size can increase or shrink, but the absolute number of cells does not decrease or increase.
Unless you cut it off with a knife, if you want to make it smaller...
"What can you do?"
He raised his eyes, his eyes shining brightly. In modern medicine, the methods for removing fat include surgery. Either a simple operation, a single cut, or liposuction.
Ultrasonic waves, high-frequency electric fields and other methods are used to crush the fat, and then it is directly extracted through negative pressure suction. I understand Gretel's principle, but if you let him control it, the arm will be crushed together.
He and the patient looked at Jason expectantly. Master Jason scratched his head:
"I can give it a try... I know a spell that can make people lose weight in a short time, maybe..."
Huh?
Is there really such a magic?
Magic version of fat reduction? Oh my, you have to find a way to learn this. If you learn it well and use it to help people lose weight, the money will be huge...
Even if it is used for medical treatment, some patients are indeed so fat that it affects their health...
Just as he was thinking about it, Master Jason raised his fingertips and a white light flashed. Gretel quickly pressed down:
"Wait a minute, try something else!"
Are you kidding?! Haven't you tried this before?
Now I'm patting my head and remembering that there is such a thing, can I get started on the spot?!
Even if we don’t conduct Phase I, Phase II, or Phase III clinical trials, we should at least conduct animal experiments first!
He persuaded Mrs. Alva with some good words, and finally dragged the person out of the Traveling Tower and to the hospital down the mountain.
This is his territory, everything is easy to talk about. Gretel gave an order, and a barbarian security guard took out a half-sized black pig from the breeding room of the laboratory:
"Come and try."
Jason Tarn: "???"
Grete smiled and pointed at the black pig:
"Would you like to try your magic that makes people thin first on pigs?"
The pig was just halfway through eating when it was suddenly pulled out and struggled helplessly in the hands of the barbarian. Before Master Jason could react, he waved his hand:
"Hey, hey, wait a minute!"
It was too late. The 100-pound frame pig had only grown bones and had not had time to fatten. It was dropped by this magic and was so thin that it was skinny and bones on the spot.
"This... what we need is not to lose weight all over the body..."
Gretel shook off sweat, and the patients around him also shook off sweat. Gretel sighed and asked the barbarian to bring out another black pig. With a wave of his hand, the [Mage Trick] flew out and drew two teacup mouths on the pig.
size circle.
"If it can be accurately used in this circle to make this small piece of fat smaller or disappear, then it is safe to use it on people, right?"
Moreover, the effect of the spell can be observed on the spot. Even if the pig is not fattened yet, it is not a waste if it is cut and eaten.
The only problem is...
Where does the pig have the most fat? Gretel was completely at a loss. He had never observed a pig from this angle. He only knew about the hooves, ribs, leg meat, pork belly...
It doesn't matter, there is no fat when you throw a magic spell away. At worst, try again in another place.
Master Jason thought for a moment and accepted this explanation. He muttered something in his mouth, his fingertips flashed, and he pressed it. Before he touched the pig's leg, he wrinkled his nose in disgust.
Gretel was looking at it funny. Okay, okay, he didn't wash the experimental animals thoroughly before bringing them over, so it was his fault.
Please pay attention next time. Most of the animals that have been used for experiments will need to be dissected and cleaned in advance. This is also the right thing...
The light from Master Jason's fingertips faintly fell on the pig's leg. He was obviously also trying to control the range of the spell. The light was flickering and barely touched, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Under the unblinking gaze of eight eyes, the pig leg sank silently, leaving a pit visible to the naked eye.
Orange size.
"This...seems a bit big..."
Ramos had sweat on his forehead. His low questioning voice was drowned in the noise: the black pig let out a long whine and struggled desperately.
The barbarian was distracted and lost his grip. The black pig desperately broke away, limped and flew towards the laboratory.
For a moment, there were screams, dodging, the sound of test tubes and flasks falling to the ground, and the sound of people falling over like pigs.
Amid the roars of the barbarians, Gretel shrugged and spread his hands towards Master Jason.
"It seems like its muscles were injured. Otherwise, it wouldn't have looked like that when it ran out."
"how do you know?"
"Ah, there was once a bishop who accompanied me to pick out a leg of mutton in the middle of the night..."
The sheep was limping and bleating like it was cursing someone.
The black pig was caught again, and the second leg, and the third leg, were tried one after another. The pig leg deflated smoothly, but was it the fat or muscle that was burned, or the nerves were damaged...
Master Ramos looked at Grete with eyes filled with gratitude.
Thank God, Jason was not allowed to attack directly. If this spell were applied to his arm, his arm would probably be disabled immediately!
After trying out the four pig legs, the poor black pig was lying there, unable to escape at all. Master Jason was sweating on his forehead and muttered:
"Let me try again...let me try again, there is lard on its belly anyway..."
Gretel good-naturedly signaled him to try. Master Jason took a deep breath, and the light on his fingertips lit up, shrunk, lit up again, and shrunk again...
After going back and forth several times, it started to tremble and I carefully pressed it on the belly of the black pig.
There was another sharp whine. The black pig collapsed directly to the ground, its hooves twitched a few times, and it looked like it had been hit hard.
Gretel: "Bernard"
"I got it, boss! I'll kill the pig!"
The barbarian ran over excitedly. Dissecting something was the boss's hobby, so of course he had to do it himself; but killing pigs, bleeding them, removing their hair, etc...
For God's sake, even if he, the little boss, has this skill, he really doesn't have the strength.
Cutting open the pig legs with one knife, the fat collapsed and the muscles atrophied; cutting the pig belly with one knife, the smell of blood and stench hit the nose at the same time. It was obvious that Master Jason used magic to remove the pig's intestines
broken.
broken.
broken.
The transformation magician stared at the white-robed mage with sad eyes. Fortunately, he didn't let him get started, otherwise, would he still have this arm?
Under the bloody contrast, Ramos finally realized that he had no choice. Half an hour later, he lay on the operating table, face up.
"Hey, don't shave my armpits!"
"That's called preoperative disinfection, disinfection!" Grete said fiercely:
"Have you not read my thesis? Disinfection is a must. If you want to do arm surgery, you have to shave off all the hair from your shoulders to your elbows!"
"It's a secret, I'm already starting to regret asking you to do that...surgery..."
It was too late to regret. As soon as Grete used the tranquilizing spell, Mr. Ramos lay like a wooden fish and completely closed his mouth.
Gretel was able to start the operation. After the operation to reconnect the severed limb at the barbarian gathering, this level of operation was no longer difficult for him.
Make separate incisions on the front and back sides. The four magician's hands transform into four small retractors to pull the skin apart.
"Then let me do it, okay?"
Master Jason was eager to try next to him. He watched Gretel's phantom model being made and took it apart with his own hands. He felt that he should be able to dig out the tumor.
Gretel glanced at him calmly, stretched out the muscle bundle, and carefully freed the first blood vessel. He clenched it into a small fist with the mage's hand to protect the delicate blood vessel.
"Which blood vessel is this?"
"Ah, uh... the weather is pretty good today, hahahahaha..."
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