Chapter 1088 Asked Me if I Have Ever Published High-End Papers? Let Me Think About It

Chapter 1088 Asked me if I have ever published high-end papers? Let me think about it...

Gretel stood quietly in doubtful eyes. He was neither impatient nor impatient, his mind was calm, and he didn't even feel any anger.

For one thing, these elves are relatively polite. Not only did they not scold each other in person, they didn't even whisper or whisper to each other. Even if they were a little suspicious, they just stood there and communicated with each other with their eyes.

For the patients' family members who are used to pointing, pushing, shouting, and "calling your director here" or "calling your leaders" whenever they disagree, Gretel felt so reserved about the elves' attitude. Even comfortable.

Secondly, this is someone else's territory after all... an outpost... a treatment center... which can be equivalent to a hospital. The current situation is equivalent to him traveling abroad without completing the formalities and obtaining a medical license from another country, so he is in a hurry to seek medical treatment?

That’s called illegal medical practice!

No matter what, you have to prove yourself first!

In the third case, after watching her father, Ms. Jasmine turned around and looked at herself with tears in her eyes. The patient's family members are determined and want to ask him for treatment, so his trip will not be in vain.

So, Gretel stood there, casting a comforting look at Ms. Jasmine and patting the back of her hand. Then he took a step sideways and turned his gaze to the patient sealed in the tree's heart:

His face... it's hard to judge through the light green tree heart. Yellowing? Darkening? Or other colors? Hey, it would be nice if I could break the seal and take a look;

Lip color...it's also difficult to judge, but you can see a series of blisters on the lips, suspected of being ulcers;

The cheeks are thin, extremely thin. Breathing... He has been staring at it for a full minute, and still can't see any rise and fall in the chest. It seems to be in a sealed state, and the metabolic rate has slowed down to an extremely low level...

As for the heartbeat, Gretel secretly tried to lock the opponent with his mental power, but failed. If he couldn't lock it, he couldn't throw the electrocardiogram. Even if he could throw it, he wouldn't dare to throw it around in such a complicated magic seal...

Gretel looked around and whispered:

"He has been sealed inside for such a long time?"

"Yes." In the crowd, Elder Fahim nodded to Gretel, leaning on a cane that was smooth and smooth with care.

"It has been sealed...for more than thirty years. Well, let me think about it, thirty-two years, four months and seventeen days."

Gretel took a breath and gave him an admiring look. The patient's admission time is accurate to the day. What a terrible memory and what a sense of responsibility!

Any old doctor or director who can report such an accurate date is worthy of the respect of future generations!

However, Gretel is more concerned about another point:

"Was he this thin before he was sealed? Or has he lost weight little by little over the years? His belly..." He looked back at the patient's abdomen:

"Was it this big before it was sealed?"

"I was thin before I was sealed, quite thin, but not like this." Elder Fahim followed his gaze and looked in the direction of the patient:

"Over the years of being sealed, we watched him lose weight little by little, until he was skinny and bones. Even when he woke up occasionally, he couldn't eat, and his condition worsened quickly."

Gretel frowned. Patients who are bedridden for a long time will indeed become weightless due to muscle atrophy. However, if you are unable to eat for a long time and have to maintain even a minimal metabolism, where do the necessary substances come from?

After so many years, wouldn’t patients rely on breaking down their own muscles to provide protein and amino acids?

"Young friend, do you want to treat him? Over the years, healers have come and gone, and many people have treated him... We welcome new healers to join and help save my people. For him Do you have any ideas about your illness?"

Elder Fahim asked with a smile. Grete hesitated for a moment:

"I just arrived here and I haven't understood the specific situation yet. If it's convenient, can you tell me about it?"

"Of course, of course." Elder Fahim smiled and narrowed his eyes slightly. The old but not muddy eyes looked back and forth over Gretel, staying on his face for a particularly long time——

Gretel suspected that he had seen through the disguise magic on his body, and even saw his true face under the magic. Well, what does he really look like? He has never seen it himself...

"But not here. The Sealed Land needs to maintain a proper concentration of magic power. Too many people are not good for this poor child and not good for the ancient trees. Come, let's sit outside and talk..."

Under the leadership of the elder, the group of people moved outside. The elder's disciples and the forest guards gathered around were busy moving in and out, moving chairs and tea tables, serving tea and water, and handing out snacks:

Even a small pile of fresh berries was placed in front of Appa. He squinted his eyes and waggled his tail while eating, looking very happy.

"Then let me introduce myself first." Everyone sat down one after another under the shade of the ancient tree. Elder Fahim clapped his hands and pointed to himself with a smile:

"My name is Fahim Chenxing. You can memorize those long names of Didila and Lao Lao in the future. Just call me Fahim. Well, according to human evaluation methods, I am A first-time legendary nature walker, but unfortunately he is old and can no longer go up.”

Grete was in awe. ——If you think about it carefully, it does make sense for such an important elf secret realm to have a legend sitting at the entrance. He bowed his head and saluted:

"Hello, Elder Fahim. I am Gretel Nodmark, level 11 magician, level 11 nature priest, evocation department, healing direction."

Elder Fahim's smile did not change, but the smiles of a few of the elves sitting around him stiffened. Gretel almost added his own words for each of them:

Plastic energy department?

Treatment direction?

What the hell?

Why is the plastic energy department paired with the treatment direction?

Fortunately, no one said it seriously. Instead, everyone spoke one by one and took turns introducing themselves:

"Aneri Linge, a level 16 nature walker and healer. Disciple of Elder Fahim." A female elf with long light green hair tied up high and wrapped in vines took the lead in nodding.

"Antu Yueying, a level 15 nature walker, warrior, and archer." A male elf with bulging arm muscles immediately followed. As he spoke, he looked at Lin Ge with admiration beyond words.

Before Lin Ge could respond, a third voice sounded coldly:

"Dela Van Locia, the Spellcaster."

The female elf who spoke had short silver hair, was tall, and had a cold face. Gretel nodded and smiled at her, suddenly startled, and subconsciously rubbed his eyes:

This female elf's face was obviously clean, but it seemed to be covered with a hazy veil. Her face was very clear when she faced her face to face. When I turned my head after looking at it, I immediately couldn’t remember what she looked like...

What's this?

A form of disguise magic?

He took a second look and was immediately pulled by Ai Xi Yuege, telling him not to show any abnormality. After the other elves, Cerela and others were introduced, Ms. Jasmine stood up with tears in her eyes and bowed her head deeply to the elves in the forest:

"Thank you for saving my father. After so many years, I can still see him. I am really... very grateful..."

"Little girl, Selwyn is our compatriot, and it is the duty of every elf to save our compatriots." Elder Fahim smiled and raised his hand, motioning for her to sit down. Then turned to Gretel:

"Young man, the little girl from the Yue Song family said that you are an experienced healer and are willing to do your part to save Selwyn. As compatriots, of course we are very grateful to you, but as an elder, I also want to I am responsible for my patients, you understand?”

"Of course I understand." Grete sat firmly, with a smile in her eyes, and nodded to him:

"Such a difficult and complicated disease cannot be handed over immediately to an external, only level 11 nature priest. I need to prove myself first - so, how do you need me to prove it?"

"Well, by level 11, basic healing of wounds, removal of diseases, and treatment of fatal injuries should no longer be a problem for you." Elder Fahim stroked his beard and nodded leisurely.

He looked around at the elves around him, his eyes passing over several warriors, and he waved to one of them:

"Maeglin, where are the bugs you just caught? Take out a few. - Young man, come and see, if you are bitten by this bug, what should be used to treat it? What medicinal materials should be used, and what treatment spells should be used to combine it?"

"This..." Grete stood up, raised his head, and took a look, confused. He answered honestly:

"I don't know this kind of bug, and I basically don't know the medicinal materials in the jungle. Let me treat it. The only way is to dig out the bug body immediately, drain out the poisonous blood, eliminate the toxicity, antibacterial, anti-inflammatory, and then give symptomatic treatment according to the symptoms. .”

A trace of disappointment flashed in Elder Fahim's eyes, and he was immediately restrained. He nodded kindly:

"It's okay. You're from the human world. It's normal if you don't recognize him. - So, we have a soldier whose sleep has gotten worse and worse recently. He can't even breathe when he lies flat on his back. He needs to lean or even sit up to fall asleep. It should be How to treat it?"

"Sit upright and breathe, consider heart failure or respiratory failure-" This time, Gretel answered without thinking:

"Common causes include heart failure, chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, mediastinal tumors, aortic valve insufficiency, pulmonary edema, pulmonary fibrosis, etc. Detailed diagnosis is required for further diagnosis."

A bunch of unfamiliar nouns rushed out. Elder Fahim frowned for a while, then smiled and sighed:

"Old man, old man, I don't quite understand these new human sayings. Let's do something simple that they can understand -"

He waved his arms to the young elf warriors and elf spellcasters around him:

"Since you are a magician, you should have read the Magic Council's "Arcana" and "Magic", right?"

Gretel was stunned. The old man blinked quickly, with a sly look under his white eyebrows:

"How many papers have you published in "Arcana" and "Magic"?"

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