Chapter 1372 Gretel: Did I Kill a Pig in My Dream?

Chapter 1372 Gretel: I dreamed of killing... a pig?

Whether it is to save diamonds or to cause less killing, Gretel still has to carry out this Emerald Dream steadily and step by step.

He looked around, opened his arms, and suddenly jumped up. Soaring in the air, it suddenly turned into a silver dragon, its huge wings covering the sky, riding the mighty wind on the mountains, gliding towards the rain forest below.

Nature embraced him lovingly. The long wind lifted him up, the clouds surrounded him, and the forest beneath his feet swayed, making the sound of forest waves with joy. In the rain forest, a colorful bird took flight and flew ahead to guide him...

Gretel flew down under an ancient tree according to his memory. With a gentle wave of his hand, the soil surged into walls, condensed into stones, and built into a laboratory to his liking.

Ah, how convenient it is in the Emerald Dream. Gretel smiled happily. Following Elder Fahim's instructions, he first condensed a kettle and boiled a pot of water for himself.

The firewood crackled, the water splashed, and the steam steamed. Grete concentrated slightly, summoned mercury and glass, took out a mercury thermometer with his hand, and inserted it into the kettle——

100 degrees, good.

After boiling the water and cooking, Grete adjusted his mentality and officially started the experiment. As soon as his mind moved, a colorful tiger walked out of the jungle with elegant steps, lowered his head and rubbed his hand.

"Well, please, go ahead."

Grete rubbed its head. The hair was stiff, as if he was stroking a nylon brush. The tiger's throat rolled low, and he turned around and disappeared into the jungle. Soon, an earth-shattering roar sounded...

Grete waited patiently for half an hour while taking care of the laboratory, preparing the operating table, shadowless lamp, sterilization facilities, and surgical equipment.

When everything was over, the tiger's roar could be heard outside the laboratory. Grete walked out and took a look, only to see the mighty tiger escorting a group of wild boars, squatting at the entrance of the laboratory.

A big, sturdy boar, two or three adult sows, five or six half-grown piglets, and a group of little cubs running around with melon skin stripes on their bodies...

He was trembling with fear and fear, not daring to move under the guard of the tiger.

Very good, in the short term, it's enough.

This is what Elder Fahim taught him: try to use the natural laws of the Emerald Dream instead of creating it yourself.

It's not that Gretel can't summon a piglet, but compared with the piglet that was driven over by the tiger in the Emerald Dream, it's a little less agile and a little less natural.

After all, the former relies entirely on his own cognition, while the latter relies more on natural memory and the operation of laws.

"Thank you for your hard work!"

Gretel smiled and scratched the tiger's forehead, giving it a ray of nature's power as a reward. Then he walked into the herd of pigs and brought out a little cub with melon skin stripes that was less than three months old.

Well, it's a bit heavy...

He carried the piglet into the laboratory, cleaned, fixed, prepared the skin, anesthetized, and intubated the piglet. When conducting experiments in Emerald Dream, there is no need for someone to watch the ventilator or someone responsible for anesthesia. It is so convenient!

Then, Gretel summoned a large flow chart, pinned it on the laboratory wall, and clapped his hands:

"Ventricular septal defect animal model, the first experiment, begins!"

For the first experiment, it must be a big open chest - the field of operation is open and the place for doing things is large, and there is no need to build a dojo in a snail shell.

As for the traumatic surgery and slow recovery, please, this is not an experiment in reality! Besides, even if we conduct experiments in reality, there are still treatments available...

Cut the skin, cut the muscles, make a midline incision on the sternum, cut the sternum with a hacksaw along the midline, and the thoracotomy squeaks.

After entering the chest, Grete stretched out his hand, and a piece of wet gauze appeared naturally on his hand, pushing the piggy's right lung to the posterolateral side.

Well...the next step is to cut open and suspend the pericardium longitudinally to expose the heart...

Grete was already very familiar with this operation when he was making animal models of patent ductus arteriosus. At this moment, his hands were flying, and he was crossing obstacles one by one with ease:

Make purse-string sutures at the right atrial appendage! Uh, forget about suturing, guide the heart, and grow it in this area, don't let blood leak!

Clamp the auricle and cut the auricle!

Turning his right hand, a cold thorn-long needle penetrated straight into the middle of the purse's suture, passed through the right atrium, and quickly inserted into the right ventricle!

At this point, Gretel paused his hands and took a deep breath:

The hardest part is coming!

He flew out a mage's hand and gently fixed the piglet's heart. Visually observing the heart rhythm, the long thorn needle turned and was quickly inserted into the left ventricle in a direction perpendicular to the interventricular septum!

The young pig under his hand suddenly trembled. All parts of the heart under the gaze were trembling rapidly and uncoordinatedly.

At the same time, the heart monitoring equipment that had been attached to the piglet's body screamed hoarsely...

It's terrible!

Ventricular fibrillation! ! !

Grete immediately threw down a bolt of lightning without even thinking about it. Thank God, thank God, thank himself, he has developed electric defibrillation magic before, which can deal with this situation very well...

One generator defibrillated, two generators defibrillated, the piggy was covered in smoke, but it was not rescued. Grete sighed and had no choice but to break the jar:

"[Cure fatal injuries]!"

As the white light fell, the piglet's vital signs began to stabilize and his heart began to beat again. The problem is that the part that was just cut apart, except for the part that is held up by the sternum expander, quickly starts to grow back together...

In other words, what he just did...

All for nothing.

Grete let out a long sigh, resigned himself to his fate, withdrew the long thorn needle, took out the sternum expander, and let the piglet grow on its own.

In order to get accurate experimental results, he had to catch another piglet and come back to continue working. Step by step, there was no problem until the interventricular septum was pierced, thank God...

It seems that the unlucky piggy just now had either a physical problem or some strange place that it hit when it pierced the interventricular septum?

Gretel silently praised nature. Then, the long needle of the thorn suddenly expanded and "bited" the interventricular septum hard, "biting" a perfect circular gap with a diameter of 5 mm!

"Healing!"

White light followed immediately. It penetrates the outer wall of the heart and falls on the interventricular septum, guiding the defect to stop bleeding and close the mouth:

It can't grow well, it can't grow back to its original shape, it can only stop bleeding, it can only heal in place!

This action, which went against the nature of the healing technique, made Gretel concentrate with great concentration, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

The white light of the treatment disappeared, and he tried to feel it with echocardiography to confirm that the ventricular septal defect was created. Just after he breathed a sigh of relief, he jumped up again:

Damn it!

Piggy's heart rhythm is abnormal again!

How many pigs are going to die today? ! !

Please give me a monthly ticket...

What the hell are 404 monthly passes...