Chapter 1457 Silver Dragon Is Really Good, Can Even a Giant Bite It? !
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As soon as his vertical pupils appeared, the giant who asked the question bowed even lower, his forehead almost hitting the bed board. He scraped the ground with his heels and stepped back step by step. Within a few steps, he hit the wall with a bang, and dust from the roof fell.
Gretel:! ! !
If I hadn't had some defensive spells to support me in advance, I would have been completely confused! It doesn’t matter if it hurts my head or face. If I were undergoing surgery, wouldn’t it fall directly into the wound?
Fortunately, he had aided Africa before and had gone to the countryside. After crossing over, he had seen dwarf villages and barbarian tribes everywhere. At this time, without changing his expression, he carefully looked at the various indicators of the old giant:
Heartbeat 65, normal, blood oxygen 95, a bit low, fairly normal, breathing 22 times/min, normal.
The blood pressure is 190/140, which is considered very high. But for a giant over 3 meters tall, would the blood pressure be a little higher?
Theoretically, the normal blood pressure values for adults with a height of 1.4 meters and adults with a height of 1.9 meters are within the same range. However, when he was more than three meters tall, he was not sure whether his blood pressure would be high——
After all, the pressure required to pump blood to a distance of 0.8 meters should be different from that of pumping blood to a distance of 1.5 meters... right?
There was no way he could learn the medical theory of past lives. Is it difficult for him to answer the questions step by step? Modify the questions to make them more difficult and enter the cutting-edge field. Goodbye.
While thinking about it, he listened to the young giant next to him reporting on the elder's situation. The Frostfire Tribe has a small number of people, only a hundred people. They grow food, hunt, and have a few good blacksmiths.
From this mountain called "Old Spleen Mountain", there are seven or eight hills in a row, which are their hunting grounds.
The elder is 78 years old, which is considered the oldest among the giants. He has some power of ice and fire, and can also use herbs to heal wounds. It's just that he is older and the hunting is not too difficult, so there is no need for him to take action.
This time, the disease occurred because Dragon Nest issued an order requiring several surrounding tribes to pay tribute to a magical beast from each tribe. It needs to be big, high-level, and urgent. It will be delivered to nearby tribes within two days, and to those farther away, it will be delivered in five days——
Because of the urgent need, the elder had to go out in person and led a few good hunters in the tribe to fight an ice bear for a whole day. The ice bear fell, and the elder fell down, with blood coming from his eyes and nose.
Everyone in the clan kept watch all night. Seeing that the elder's aura was getting weaker and weaker, they had no choice but to rush to the dragon's nest to ask for help. The silver dragon has given him what he asked for, so the person who fell down while doing his job must reach out to save him!
Gretel shrank silently, not even daring to say that these monsters were just for him to eat, and he wasted most of them. After hearing this, coupled with his previous assessment, he also had an idea of the elder's situation:
High probability...cerebral hemorrhage?
Gretel concentrated his attention, flipped his hand, and deployed the CT first. Maple Servilia stood on the opposite side, helped the old giant up and spun around in a circle, moved the tower spirit and the oak staff together, and quickly got the result:
Tsk, cerebral hemorrhage.
Gretel sighed inwardly. He is not very good at treating cerebral hemorrhage. Patients who fall into his hands are basically hooked up to monitoring equipment to save their lives, and then call neurosurgery——
Sometimes I call the neurology department, depending on the patient's condition and where he is available internally and externally. But now, he is the only patient...
Looking at the CT scan, the amount of bleeding was greater than 30 ml, the bleeding lasted for more than 12 hours, and it was unknown how much brain cells had been necrotic.
Well, the giant's head is much larger than the human head, but the brain does not increase significantly. The amount of bleeding is very scary.
Even if I am rescued and my life is saved, I still don’t know whether I can wake up or how my recovery will be after I wake up...
But no matter what, if you can diagnose it, you can treat it. Without thinking, Gretel first threw a soothing technique on to make the patient calm and lower his blood pressure as much as possible;
Then he created water and freeze rays, made an ice cap, and asked the young giant next to him to put it on the old giant to protect his brain;
Next, a healing spell was thrown up, covering the old giant's brain. This time, Grete stared at CT, and also released the little snake, letting it sink into the old giant's mind, watching for him with his illusory eyes.
The treatment technique slowly began, following the bleeding points shown on the CT scan, scanning slowly and carefully:
Healing can stop bleeding and heal wounds, but it can also promote clotting. Casting the spell is too fast and rough, but be sure not to cause blood clots. If the cerebral hemorrhage is not cured, another cerebral infarction may occur!
——It is said that cerebral hemorrhage and cerebral infarction are often complications during treatment. Cerebral infarction - use thrombolytic drugs - cerebral pressure increases, triggering cerebral hemorrhage and brain herniation - use hemostatic and dehydration drugs - coagulation - then cerebral infarction...
Brain blood vessels that are already fragile, calcified, and narrow and blocked often fall into the abyss step by step in such a desperate cycle.
In the previous life, whether inside or outside the gods, it was no better than walking on thin ice. At the moment, Grete doesn't have the medicine at his fingertips, nor is he skilled in surgery, so he can only use his heart to treat the patient bit by bit.
Stop the bleeding, stop the bleeding, stop the bleeding. The blood vessels in the brain were as fine as a spider web. Under the guidance of CT, the bleeding points were blocked one by one, causing a thin layer of sweat on Gretel's forehead.
After using a simple healing technique for two hours, he fell back and closed his eyes:
"It's okay for now."
"alright?!"
Several thunder-like sounds sounded at the same time, back and forth, left and right. Gretel was so noisy that his head exploded, and he closed his eyes and frowned. Instead, Cerira reached out to cover his ears and glared at him:
"What's the quarrel? What's the quarrel? I don't see how tired Gretel is! - Get out, get out!"
Her eyes were like a knife, and she slashed at him with one glance, causing the giants around the hospital bed to tremble. Gretel held her palm with his backhand:
"Don't bring out Longwei. It seems that the patient's blood pressure has risen again. Well, the patient's family members will leave one for me to explain the condition. There will be an operation next..."
He opened his mouth and let others take care of these things. Gretel just closed his eyes and rested. Cerela stayed by his side, wiping his sweat carefully and feeding him water.
When everything calmed down outside, a middle-aged giant with a weathered face stood in front of Gretel and bent down deeply:
"Dear Sir, I am the leader of the Frostfire Tribe. If you have anything to do, just tell me. ..."
"Well, the elder's illness has been half cured now." Gretel waved his finger to him tiredly:
"He fell to the ground and was unconscious because of bleeding in his brain..."
Pointing at the pictures, he explained everything from the condition to the cause and treatment methods. He had to make a hole in the skull to draw out the accumulated blood.
Now that we've finished, let's talk about the prognosis - he may not wake up, he may be paralyzed, hemiplegia may be paralyzed, he may lose his memory, and of course, he may also lose the ability to cast spells.
The middle-aged giant kept bowing and waiting quietly. When Gretel finished speaking, he nodded repeatedly:
"Sir, we understand. Your willingness to treat the elder is a great favor. You can treat him however you think you need, and we will have absolutely no objections!"
"..." The patient's family members were also too cooperative with Alexander. Saying this means that all the pressure has been put on the doctor. The patient's family members said with tears in their eyes, "We don't understand anything, it all depends on you"...
Grete sighed, waved him away, and opened the mage's cabin. In the clean operating room, drilling, drainage, and treatment were performed again, and the dissected meninges, skull, and skin were closed layer by layer...
"Well, I've done everything I can do, and my blood pressure has dropped. Mannitol... Although I extracted a lot of mannitol from kelp, I still don't dare to give people intravenous infusions casually. If you can't use it, don't use it... …”
Gretel sighed and sat down beside the operating table. I threw in a few more healing spells to at least save the suffering brain cells. I expanded my mental power and tried to explore the old giant's situation:
The breath of life is steadily increasing, and it seems that his life is on the line. He should not die this time;
His mental power seems to be increasing, but unfortunately he doesn’t have the brainwave equipment from the confusion control system, so he can’t confirm whether his spell-casting ability is showing signs of recovery;
The ability to summon magic...huh?
Why is there vague frost swirling around this old man? A small flower, a small flower, kept blooming and falling to the ground, blooming little frost flowers on his old skin!
It's not good, the old man's body temperature is dropping, dropping, dropping rapidly——
No, it's not that the body temperature is dropping rapidly, but that he is unconsciously stimulating the power of ice and snow! This old man hasn't woken up yet, and he has already begun to use magic power?
Should he wake up?
Or should we give him a break and let him completely enter a deep coma?
Grete was momentarily confused. As his mental power continued to deepen, he suddenly discovered that a bright spot of light was flashing in the old man's brain. Swelling and shrinking, swelling and shrinking, every beat attracts a lot of frost power...
How to deal with this situation?
I've never seen it!
Gretel turned his head blankly and looked at his companions behind him. Cerira's face was even more confused than his, and she had no idea what he was struggling with;
Ashe Yuege frowned and looked at the old man, thoughtfully;
However, Udian took a step forward and said in a certain tone:
"His magical power has gone wild. We need to comb him quickly, otherwise he will freeze himself - before, compatriots' power was out of control, and this is what the elders did..."
"How to comb it?"
"Well……"
Yes, theoretical school. Gretel took a deep breath, and could only recall a few words of the elf elder, trying hard to cover the dot of light with her mental power.
Then, carefully and according to the rules of meditation, shape the light spots into a spell configuration, then another spell configuration, and another spell configuration...
Fortunately, this group of light spots seems to be many, but it is not used much.
Gretel constructed a [Freeze Ray], a [Secondary Cold Sphere], an [Ice Dagger] and a [Frozen Path], which almost consumed the power of the light spot.
After waiting patiently for a while, the old man coughed and opened his eyes with difficulty:
"Oh, I'm awake. I said, other people's brains are filled with water, but your brain is almost frozen! - By the way, how do you use the power of ice, and why can't you control it?"
"Cough cough cough cough... Our tribe has a little bit of silver dragon blood, so..."
Gretel instantly turned his head and looked at Cerela.
I can’t tell, but Silver Dragon is pretty good at playing! ——No, this is not a matter of spending money or not. What about the aesthetics of Silver Dragon?
Can a giant even open his mouth?