Grete reflected on his sense of alienation. There was no way he could do it. So far, he had not received a single subsidy from the Mage Tower, nor had he used a single penny of materials from the Mage Tower. Even if his salary and resources were deducted next year, the room he lived in would look like
The books and the pen and paper used to copy the books probably won’t be deducted...
Gretel smiled to himself, huffed, and continued to climb the stairs. The dining place was on the fifth floor of the Master Tower, Master Herman's residence. The conditions were good, but it was a bit high. He had to climb the stairs three times a day... cough, body
As a doctor, I am used to climbing stairs in hospitals, so I am not lacking in this...
In fact, this is already a preferential treatment. Gretel once heard the young priest John say that in their temple, priest apprentices are not qualified to eat with the official priests and can only eat in the side hall. However, perhaps Master Herman is a tolerant person,
Or maybe it's because there are only four mages in the tower. Ever since Gretel became a mage apprentice, he has had three meals a day with a few official mages.
It's one thing to have a high standard of food. From time to time, you can catch Master Herman asking a few questions. Or, you can listen to other people's questions and get some ideas.
Gretel had just climbed to the third floor. As soon as the stair door opened, two formal mages joined the team with gloomy faces. As soon as they entered, Gretel felt that the atmosphere was particularly depressing, as if the air pressure had dropped by 100 hPa. After a moment, Ai
Master Lute complained in a low voice:
"It's all you! If you didn't allocate all the resources, would my spell model be made?"
"Of course it's up to you now!" Master Karan replied with a straight face: "You know how difficult it is to improve a spell model!... Alas, there will be fewer resources next year, and it will be harder to make things..."
Gretel looked left and right, lowered his head and just climbed the stairs. They filed into the restaurant, and after a while, Master Herman also came out of the room, with a sullen face and said nothing. A group of people waited for almost a quarter of an hour.
, the old magician hurried out. His face was gloomy, and the bags under his eyes almost drooped to his cheekbones. After entering the door, he did not sit down and said directly to Master Gehrman:
"Gehrman, please send a few people to invite the heads of the temples. - George coughed most of the night last night. Now he has difficulty breathing and has a fever. He hasn't even eaten breakfast since he has been so noisy."
cough?
Late at night?
Still have a fever?
Grete's breathing was stagnant. So, the Ioun Stone last night was not swallowed, but was choked into the trachea, causing inflammation by the way?
That's a big trouble - foreign bodies in the trachea can easily cause suffocation and hypoxia, and foreign bodies in the bronchus can cause emphysema and atelectasis. If they are plant-based foreign bodies, such as peanuts, beans, etc., they will greatly irritate the mucosa and cause high fever.
Symptoms of acute bronchitis such as cough and expectoration of purulent sputum.
By the way, what type of foreign object does Ioin stone come from?
What kind of inflammation will it cause?
It was not written in the medical textbooks and journals of the previous life!
No matter what, the iron stone entering the lungs is a problem that he cannot solve with the existing equipment and drugs! Gretel immediately jumped up:
"I'll go! I'm familiar with the Temple of the God of War and the Natural God Cult!"
"Thank you very much." The old magician witnessed the rescue yesterday, and after hearing that Gretel deliberately did not mention the other temple, he already knew it. He nodded his thanks and turned to Master Gehrman:
"Then, one more person will go to the Spring Water Temple?"
"Elliot, you go ahead." Master Hermann ordered immediately. "Just say that the teacher's grandson is seriously ill. I have to maintain the magic circle and cannot leave. Please make sure they come."
The two of them got on their horses and galloped away. From the magic tower to the city, it was not too far away with horses. Elliot entered the city, asked for a meeting, stated his request, and waited for the carriage accompanying the high priest to arrive at the city gate.
I saw Gretel and the bald bishop standing together by the door. From a distance, a horse came galloping towards me. The knight put a big box on the saddle, reined the horse, raised his hand and threw it onto Gretel's horse.
Gretel took it and thanked him. Then he said to the bald bishop:
"I suspect something was choked into the trachea..."
"Boy, it's choked in the air pipe. Why are you carrying such a big box?"
Grete smiled, rambling, and interrupted. The group returned to the mage tower, and met Elder Erwin on the way, and they went in together. Elliot followed them upstairs, and when he saw George, he immediately ate a meal.
shock.
The naughty child huddled pitifully on the bed, his face flushed, and he coughed from time to time. His fat little face seemed to be dehydrated, and his light blond hair was stuck to his forehead feebly.
Several senior healers gathered around to take a look. They touched their foreheads, listened to coughs, and listened to what happened again. Finally, the bald bishop was the first to come to a conclusion:
"Since the iron stone is gone and I'm coughing like this, I guess it's because I choked into my lungs."
"...It's possible." The high priest nodded in agreement. He lowered his head and prayed a few words, then raised his hand, and a light blue wave of light brushed the boy's body. It was the proud healing technique of the Temple of the Spring Goddess, which could eliminate diseases and restore health.
Although it is slightly inferior in healing injuries, it is exceptionally good in curing illnesses.
A streak of water washed down, and beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the naughty child. The flush on his face disappeared in the blink of an eye. The old magician held the hands of the great priest, thanked him for a while, and then asked:
"Then...if I don't take out the Iron Stone, will I still get sick in the future?"
That will definitely happen! The high priest did not speak, but his face said everything. The old magician couldn't help but ask:
"Can you think of something for that iron stone?"
"this……"
The high priest choked for a moment and did not dare to continue. He turned his head and glanced at Elder Erwin. Elder Erwin pondered for a moment and said softly:
"Based on the cause and effect, I can only guess that he choked into his lungs. - Little Grete, what do you think?"
——Yuanfang, what do you think? Gretel silently voiced Elder Erwin. Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, he took a step forward and said seriously:
"I also guess that it was choked into the lungs. Whether it is true or not, and where exactly it was choked, I need to do an examination to judge."
"examine?"
The old magician raised his thick eyebrows. Everyone of the three temple leaders had seen his grandson, but no one said the word "check". Now a little guy said "check" loudly...
"How are you going to check?"
"Please wait."
Grete bowed slightly, retreated to the corner, and opened the box that the knight had brought over and carried on horseback. Seven or eight people looked at it at the same time, and saw a man lying on the black velvet padding in the box.
A lot of knives, scissors, chisels and hooks, gleaming cold light, sharp blades...
"I don't want it! I don't want it!"
The naughty child immediately screamed. Gretel turned a deaf ear and picked up a copper pipe from the box. He habitually covered the far end of the copper pipe with one hand, slowly approached the bed, and whispered to the boy:
"Come on, sit up, take off your shirt... lift it to both sides, exposing your whole chest."
"I don't! Go away!"
The naughty child screamed and kicked up his legs. Gretel did not argue with him, but calmly took two steps back and turned to look at the old magician.