Chapter 83 Practice with models first, then practice with people
this……
From two-dimensional to three-dimensional, he had to memorize books to death, so how could he explain it to these novices...
It would be great if there was a lung model...
Grete thought with great nostalgia.
He doesn’t even expect to have a specimen, he just wants a model. In his previous life, he could have bought it on Taobao!
Simulated human body proportions, the left and right lung lobes are each divided into three pieces, the trachea, bronchi, arteries, and veins are separately dyed and can be disassembled!
For just a few dozen dollars, you can get free shipping!
Grete missed his past life with infinite regret. Things that were easily available at that time, where can he buy them now? Even if there is a place to place an order, there is no one-stop delivery service!
correct!
He can make it fresh!
Grete jumped up. Magic tricks can create small items! Just be rough, be a little fake, be a little fake, as long as it works!
He waved his hands and carefully shaped it in the void bit by bit. Under his fingertips, a model that connected from the nasopharynx to the lungs and included the trachea and bronchi gradually appeared.
As soon as he settled down, the vine in Elder Erwin's hand couldn't wait to reach in.
"No! Teacher, the bronchoscope usually passes through the nasal cavity!"
It has to be said that the boss is the boss. Gretel watched helplessly as Elder Erwin walked to the model with a seed in his hand. Without making any gestures or chanting a spell, the slender and delicate vines grew in the wind and penetrated into the model.
nasal cavity.
Growth, growth. The elder’s fingertips didn’t even move, and the vine had already retreated. The elder raised his face and looked at the anxious old magician:
"It went very well. Throw something in and let's try again?"
This is possible too?!
Grete recalled that in his previous life, his colleagues in the respiratory medicine department held a laryngoscope in one hand and a bronchoscope in the other, carefully twisting it in. He really shed tears of sympathy for them.
Although the field of view is much better than here - the Olympus electronic bronchoscope comes with a large screen, so you can clearly see what is going on in the airway, unlike here where it is a blind operation. However, it is troublesome to put down the tube!
For such a thin tracheobronchi, the bronchoscope should try to move in the middle without touching the inner wall of the trachea. Otherwise, the airway will spasm and the patient will feel suffocated. If a tumor or the like is touched, there will be heavy bleeding...
…
Oh haha.
That's all a matter of testing the doctor's skills!
Unlike now, the vines are alive, alive... they can grow by themselves, and the owner doesn't have to use any force...
Grete squatted aside and drew circles. When the old magician heard that everything went well, his face lit up. He dug in his pocket and took out another Ioun Stone. He handed it to the elder and said without any distress:
"You watch and throw it!"
Elder Erwin took a look at it, threw it into the model, picked up the model and shook it twice. When the skeletal sounds inside calmed down, he activated the vines again and carefully reached in.
In less than two minutes, the tip of the slender green vine curled up with a small stone, and it slowly retracted...
"Is it okay?"
"It's best to have a guide." Elder Erwin thought for a while: "When I entered the vines, I still advanced and retreated, and explored the path several times. When I really do it, it's best not to turn back and succeed the first time.
——Little Grete?”
Gretel has actually been thinking about the issue of guidance. Ordinary bronchoscopes have an electronic screen, and he can direct them; without an electronic screen, there is an eyepiece that can see inside, and he can still direct. But this kind of bronchoscope has no field of vision at all, purely
Depends on the operator’s touch——
"Teacher, I can't see your vines." He first pointed out his difficulty. Without waiting for the elders to be embarrassed, he continued confidently:
"Can you put a thin metal wire in the vine? It doesn't have to be thick, just as thick as a hair. I can see where the vine goes and show you the way."
"This... let me give it a try..."
Facts have proved that Elder Erwin's control is still very strong. The vines deformed slightly, almost adsorbing a delicate thin golden thread, and grew long in the wind. Gretel silently turned on the detection magic and meditated on his vision.
Inside, the dark lines swayed gently, raising their heads like snakes.
"Okay. I can see it."
Grete looked relieved. The old magician let out a long breath: "That's good. Can we start now? What else do you need?"
This question was about Gretel. By this time, the old magician had already figured out that this young man who was both a mage apprentice and a priest apprentice seemed to be the host of this treatment. If not him, who would he ask?
Although Gretel is young and low-level, and cannot do many things, when others are still confused, he seems to have a complete plan in mind. The old magician even feels that if there is a suitable external object, Gretel can completely
One person completes the treatment.
He was soon glad that he had asked this question. Elder Erwin remained silent and the bald bishop remained silent. It seemed to them that it was natural for Gretel to preside over everything. Gretel stood there and thought about it, and began
Ask questions one by one:
"Has George had breakfast this morning?"
"No. He said he felt uncomfortable and couldn't eat."
"What about drinking water? A drop of water counts as drinking, milk, juice, these are all counted as drinking. Have you drank it?"
"No." The old magician was worried about his grandson again and frowned. "How can I bear it when he doesn't eat or drink at such a young age..."
Halfway through sighing, Grete's expression relaxed slightly, and the corners of his eyes slightly curved. "It's fine if you don't eat or drink. - Mr. Bishop, can your previous magic that makes people feel no pain paralyze the larynx and make it feel uncomfortable?"
Did something get stuck in?"
"Ah...uh..."
The bald bishop was speechless. He tilted his head to the left and then to the right. After thinking for a long time, he still shook his head:
"I don't know.—Does it matter?"
"It's very important. The throat is not paralyzed, and the vines cannot enter, it will kill people!"
Grete gave a solemn warning. In his previous life, without anesthesia, who would have dared to go through a bronchoscopy? Choking and suffocation would lead to death in serious cases, okay?
The bald bishop was in a dilemma. He scratched his head for a long time, but fortunately he was bald, otherwise his hair would have been pulled out. Finally, he came to a conclusion that was not a conclusion:
"Sacred magic mainly depends on the guidance of the caster. I can focus my power mainly on the throat, but I'm really not sure if it will work... Otherwise, let's find someone to give it a try?"
"It would be great if you are willing to try." Master Hermann heard this from the side and finally heard a glimmer of light and breathed a sigh of relief. "Wait a moment, I will call a servant right now. - Black!"
"Master Mage, what are your orders?"
Immediately, a young man opened the door and came in, bowing and saluting. Gretel recognized him as a servant from the Master Tower, who was responsible for running errands on the fifth floor and serving Master Herman's food and daily life. Gretel would occasionally bump into him when he was reading on the first floor.
He boasted among the servants, saying something like "the mage turned me into a frog" and so on. He was so excited that a group of people around him stood around and marveled.
But at this moment, after hearing what Master Gehrman told him to do, the young man's face turned pale and changed from Black to White:
"F...Master Mage...I have always served you loyally...loyal, loyal..."
Da da da da, da da da da. The young servant's legs trembled as if playing the pipa, and the floor made a loud sound.