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Chapter 377 Wash the lungs!Wash your lungs!Wash my lungs!

"What? Master Tarbert?"

Gretel jumped up, was immediately grabbed by Gavin, and flew out.Archmage Serrano glanced at Mage Hemond, and the medical magician nodded, following behind unhurriedly:
Half for Master Tarbert.Everyone walked together all the way here, even if they sent people to their destination, the mission would have ended, and I still hope that the old dwarf is doing well.Not to mention, with this master around, one more person can speak for the Magic Council;
Half for Gretel.Serrano has already experienced the degree of escape of this little mage, and he can come up with some surprises anytime and anywhere.Now that Master Tarbert is critically ill, Serrano is really afraid that he will act impulsively and make some dangerous moves——

For example, wash the lungs of the old man or something?

It is always reassuring to have someone to watch.

Mage Hemond followed Gretel—the tracking spell on his body, threw a hastening spell on himself, and rushed to the old dwarf's residence without much haste.The room was already in chaos, shouting, running, trying to wake up the old dwarf, shouting for the priest...

In the confusion, Gretel rushed in and threw himself on the old man's bedside.A [Distinguishing Lineage·Change] was thrown up, and the old dwarf was immediately ordered to inhale high-flow oxygen.Improve the working efficiency of the oxygen generator, improve the purity of oxygen, and increase the speed of oxygen supply——

Just kidding, with the newly developed blood oxygen identification magic, the color of the feedback light curtain tends to be dark red!A little darker, it is the color of venous blood!

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Let him breathe oxygen!" Gretel's hurried voice immediately suppressed the audience.He yelled alone in the whole room:

"Shake it, Bernard! Shake it!"

"...What is this for? Why don't you use the healing technique quickly, and let people pull the bellows?"

In the crowd, a white-haired dwarf priest frowned and asked.He was old, and the skin on his arms was as wrinkled as Master Talbot's. Even when he was asking questions, his voice was soft and slow.While speaking, the healing technique didn't stop for a moment, and gentle white light shot out from the head of the war hammer, wave after wave, gently sweeping over Master Tarbert's body.

Gretel was too busy adjusting the oxygen tube—no, spawning vines to answer.It was Master Tarbert's disciple, Vigeland who escorted him all the way back, stood by and explained for him:
"The teacher was uncomfortable all the way, and he was relieved by inhaling this gas."

The old pastor hummed and stopped talking.Master Hemond also took back his steps and stopped rushing into the crowd:

...Sure enough, it is right to take a look.The little guy rushed forward and presided over the rescue, regardless of whether he could be saved, or how many high-ranking priests were on the scene, and no matter how shocking the method was—just like when he rescued the orc, if he disagreed with him, he would open his chest As heartbreaking...

If Gretel heard his voice, he would definitely retort: ​​Of course he must preside over the rescue!In terms of healing techniques, he may be hanged and beaten by a high-ranking priest; in the technique of rescuing critically ill patients, he can definitely puff up his chest and say: I am the professional!

… In fact, a little too professionally.For example, for oxygen inhalation, the correct instruction should be "increase the oxygen flow, inhale oxygen through the mask, and the oxygen flow is 10 liters/min..."

However, no one at the scene could understand his instructions. Gretel could only look at the size of the air pump and listen to the hissing sound in the hollow vines, and kept shouting:

"Gavin, follow my command to pull the bellows! Pull! Push! Pull! Push! Pull! Push!"

... very resentful.What he needs now is an anesthesiologist, an anesthesiologist in the modern sense, not a priest who can only throw painkilling spells.Gretel muttered silently, his eyes and hands never stopping.

Surgeons are in charge of diseases, anesthesiologists are in charge of life, such adjustments of oxygen flow, oxygen concentration, temperature and humidity, these tasks are obviously in charge of anesthesiologists!

Fortunately, the treatment of high-flow oxygen inhalation is very correct.After a lot of tossing, Master Talbot finally came to his senses, half leaning on the head of the bed, panting.Gretel was able to stop and wipe his sweat:
"Temporarily out of danger...tonight, don't let the master lie flat, half leaning, keep low-flow oxygen inhalation...it's this set of oxygen generators, keep it on and don't stop. Don't be tired these days, don't smoke, keep The mood is stable... No one else in the room is allowed to smoke, it is best not to light a fire in the room, but keep warm..."

One by one, he babbled about the doctor's orders, lest he missed any one to make his condition worse.It took a long time before the instructions were finished, and he let out a long breath:
"There is nothing else to pay attention to. You take good care of Master, I am leaving..."

"Gretel!" Gavin rushed forward and grabbed him:

"Is there no other way? Grandpa, besides being careful all the time, is there no other way to cure him?"

Gretel shook his head silently.Pneumoconiosis is irreversible, especially in the advanced stage, when the lungs are extensively fibrotic and infected, basically the only way is to fail and wait for death. ——At least, it was like this in his previous life.

And here, if magic spells were useful for pneumoconiosis, there wouldn't be so many dwarves suffering from the disease.Taking a step back, Master Tarbert himself is also a level 13 priest, so it doesn't mean he can't even heal himself.

Gavin slumped his shoulders in disappointment.Vigeland, however, stretched out his arms, stopped Gretel, and looked at him eagerly:
"What about the ones you've been researching recently? What about... lung washing? Can it be used now?"

"cannot!"

"Can't!"

Both voices answered at the same time.One is Gretel and the other is Master Hemond.While answering, the mage squeezed into the crowd, reached out and grabbed Gretel:

"That technology can even choke animals to death, it cannot be used on humans!"

"But... Gretel has fed 20 rabbits in the past few days, and none of them died!"

The little guy didn't tell everyone about anything, and he couldn't even keep up with the rhythm by helping him get in the way.Master Hemond cursed inwardly, and was about to refute, when a majestic voice suddenly sounded from the corner of the crowd:

"What lung washing? Does it help?"

The dwarves split apart in an instant.Master Hemond looked along the empty space, but he could only let go of Gretel and bowed his head in greeting:

"Your Majesty the King."

"Your Majesty the King." Gretel followed suit.He immediately raised his head and explained seriously:

"The method of washing the lungs is to pour clean salt water into the lungs and then draw them out, so as to bring out the dust in the lungs. This technique is very dangerous, and it is likely to choke to death. - And, Master Tarbert He's too old and weak, he can't bear this method, he will die!"

He explained in as much detail as possible, trying to dissuade the dwarves from thinking that it was true that Master Tarbert was too old and had a lot of contraindications, so he absolutely couldn't do this kind of operation.Unexpectedly, after listening carefully, the king smiled and said:
"So, your method is used to help us expel the dust in our lungs and restore our health?"

"Yes, it is……"

"So, what do you think of me? Can you do it to me?"

(End of this chapter)