Chapter 606: Knife or penetration, choose one, speed
After being shouted out by Gretel, Sir Harrington's face turned pale, then red, then red again. He jumped up and wanted to run away, then took a step, said "ouch" again, and sat down:
"What...what should I do..."
He subconsciously looked at the door. Without looking back, Gretel pointed his hand, and a mage's hand flew out and closed the door directly. Seeing this, Sir Harrington breathed a sigh of relief:
"You...don't tell anyone!"
"Don't worry, as healers, we will definitely keep the patient's secret." Grete comforted him softly. It's just a foreign body in the bladder. The urology department sees three to five patients a week, so it's not a big deal. What doctor can be so arrogant?
Go gossip.
In fact, things like this mercury thermometer are not rare foreign objects. If they are kept in the department as a collection, they have no value in popularizing science to young doctors. Even if they publish a paper, they have to accumulate hundreds of cases, more than a dozen
It’s only because of this foreign body that I have the nerve to write an article.
His attitude was gentle and his tone was firm, without the slightest hint of curiosity or contempt. Seeing that the patient had calmed down a little, Gretel raised his finger to the sky, his fingertips glowing green:
"In the name of the God of Nature, if I leak Mr. Sir's condition and cause damage to Mr. Sir's reputation, I may be despised by the God of Nature and lose all my extraordinary power."
"Me, me too!"
Priest Donald quickly followed up, pointed to the name of the spring goddess, and swore exactly the same. Viscount Harrington finally calmed down a little and asked tentatively:
"Then...how to treat it?"
Thank God, in this world, swearing in the name of the gods is still useful. In the past life, if the patient believed you, he would believe you. If he didn't believe you, it would be useless for you to swear by anything. Grete secretly praised the God of Nature and said sternly:
"Two methods. One is to cut open the lower abdomen, take out the things, and then use treatment to heal them;"
"What!" Sir Harrington jumped up: "Cut it open?!"
His voice suddenly became sharp and high-pitched, even a little deformed, like a rooster whose neck had been stepped on. Cut open? It sounded terrible!
"It's okay not to cut it." Grete still maintained a gentle smile, as if he was not attacked by the noise at all. He raised his hand slightly, raised his head with a little green fingertip, and swayed slightly:
"Use a vine to insert it from where the thermometer goes in and drag it out. It's very convenient how to get in and out."
"What?!"
Viscount Harrington's face turned pale, and he shrank back involuntarily, folding his hands to protect his lower abdomen:
Let the vines penetrate from that place? It sounds scary!
Two plans were rejected in a row. Before Gretel could say anything, Priest Donald was already a little impatient. He scratched his head depressedly and made a bird's nest out of his pale blond hair:
"You won't do this, you won't do that, what are you going to do?! I'm telling you, the healing technique can reduce your fever, but it can't take out what you put in!"
"Okay, these two options sound a bit scary, let him take it easy." Gretel smiled and reassured Priest Donald. In his previous life, he saw countless patients cowering, screaming, and desperately resisting:
In the previous life, when removing foreign bodies from the bladder, a cystoscope was usually used. The diameter of the electron microscope and the scope shaft at the front of that thing were 7 mm and 30 cm long. It was shiny and hard and cold. To be honest, the vine was friendlier than it.
too much……
At least the diameter of the vine can be controlled within 1 mm. It is soft and smooth, and there is no pain when inserting it. It must be accurate when pulling it out, and it will not slip out halfway. It needs to be clamped once, twice or three times.
In fact... the thing you inserted is several times thicker than the vine...
However, Sir Harrington obviously couldn't slow down. He stretched out his finger and made a vague stroke on his lower abdomen, thinking about it. Then he stared at the vines on Gretel's fingertips, looked at his lower abdomen, and thought about it again. Tossing.
After a long while, he asked tremblingly:
"Can I leave it alone?"
"If it is not cured, there may be many sequelae." Gretel raised his palms. The miniature oak staff on his chest stretched out a tree root, rolled up the [Endless Ink Pen], and kept recording along with his words:
"First of all, urgent urination, frequent urination, painful urination, and hematuria will definitely not be good;"
"Secondly, if this thing is left for a long time, I have heard of cases where urine stains that have been left for up to 28 years will settle on it and wrap up layer by layer, forming stones. By then, they will be larger and more difficult to take out;"
"Again, this thing is shaking and grinding in the bladder, and it may wear a hole in the bladder..."
You are already aware of the above complications. You have signed to give up treatment, and we will send you away immediately. Before you say this, Sir Harrington has already shaken his head quickly:
"I'll treat! I'll treat! Well...which treatment method is more convenient? Less painful?"
In fact, in the previous life, if you could use a cystoscope to clip it out, you would try to use a cystoscope and only make an incision as a last resort. However, this is a world with magic, and the medical options are different:
"Actually, with magic, both options are possible." Gretel patiently explained to him:
"If you use vines, you don't need to cut a hole in the body. However, when the thing is dragged out, it may bump and rub in the urethra, and there will always be some damage. Of course, this kind of scratch can usually be healed by a healing technique.
good;"
"If you cut the bladder, the operation is relatively simple. One cut, drag it out, and heal it. The incision is not big," he stretched out his hand to compare, it was about 3 centimeters:
"That's all. Which one you choose depends on you."
"Then...where's the money?"
"Use vines. The vine operation fee is 50 gold coins, the magical pain relief is 50 gold coins, and the treatment of minor injuries is 50 gold coins." Gretel counted to him:
"Use incision, tranquility spell 750 gold coins, surgery cost 50 gold coins, treatment of minor injuries 50 gold coins. It's up to you, any one will do."
Sir Harrington hesitated and hesitated for a long time, but he still felt that being stabbed was more terrifying. Gretel also followed suit and asked him to go to the operating room and take off his clothes. When it was time to get into position, the patient began to be confused again:
"I don't want it!" He shrank on the operating table and shook his head desperately. The lead powder on his face shook off, making Grete want to do the disinfection again:
"This is so shameful!"
Cough... The lithotomy position is like this... If I had known this, why would I insert a foreign object into the urethra in the first place and stimulate the urethral sphincter, which will easily cause the sphincter to move the foreign object inward, deeper and deeper!
This thing shouldn't be inserted randomly!
"If you don't want to, keep your legs flat and stab your lower abdomen. Well, you decide for yourself." Gretel began to turn the mage's hands into oval pliers:
"To make a decision, you need to use tranquility. Hurry up, three, two, one!"
"I choose to cut it open!"
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