Chapter 1466: Chopping My Head Off! Grown Ups! Please Split My Head Open!

What Gretel needs is, of course, more experimental subjects, more experimental materials, and, of course, more experiments.

But before asking for something, he decided to play it safe, observe it for a few days, and then adjust his experimental methods based on the observation results. Soon, he was glad that he was cautious enough:

The first experiment finally failed.

The demon wolf didn't know what was wrong. Three days later, he gradually developed fatigue, weak legs, and weakness.

Five days later, inability to digest food, loose stools, bloody stools, and various abnormalities began to appear.

Looks like a bit of a genetic meltdown? But I'm not sure. Maybe there are other reasons that can be treated with treatment?

Gretel wanted to keep it under observation and try to save it. However, Vaska's Dragon Nest Guard Captain, who was also the first dragon-blooded kin transformed by Vaska, the cloud giant Rumu, blocked him angrily:

"Don't look at it. Those who have been transformed successfully will be jumping around after they recover, eating and drinking, and their strength will be greatly strengthened. Those who are desperate for death will definitely die, and they will die very quickly——

Only those who succeed are qualified to stand in front of the dragon's nest. The great dragon doesn't need losers! "

Okay, okay...

Grete sighed, not wanting to say anything else. Since he doesn't feel bad even if he dies, he can only use some magic and cheat decisively:

The modified chromosomes of the demon wolf have been collected and measured.

Now, Gretel drew the magic circle and asked someone to carry the magic wolf inside. He held a tube of diluted silver dragon blood in his left hand and a diamond in his right hand - naturally an artificial version. He closed his eyes slightly and began to meditate:

"I need to complete the chromosomes of this demon wolf and restore it to a healthy and strong state...I will improve and complete it on the basis of the transformation and complete the required chromosome fragments. I hope it comes from the dragon clan as much as possible..."

He babbled and babbled, trying to set the conditions for the [Limited Wishing Technique] in as much detail as possible. The most important thing about whether this spell is successful or not is the condition setting. The more detailed the conditions, the higher the probability of success.

With the various test results of Demon Wolf and the chromosome strips, he had simulated it seven or eight times in the Emerald Dream. At this moment, according to the most successful version of the simulation, the spell is released:

The diamond in his hand turned into ashes, and the silver dragon's blood disappeared without a trace. The entire magic circle aroused a mysterious magical light, which fell on the demon wolf. From the fine hairs on the tips of the ears to the end of the tail, clean it up and disappear quietly.

"okay……"

Grete clapped his hands, threw another healing spell to the demon wolf to maintain its vital signs, and stood up leisurely. Three mage hands flew out, one up and down, opening its mouth. The third one flew in and scratched its upper jaw...

The demon wolf obediently opened its mouth and allowed him to manipulate it, perhaps because of its weakness. Gretel finished taking the sample, threw it into the microscope nearby for analysis, and stood up leisurely:

"Please, please, help me take care of you for a few more days." He smiled and asked Rum:

"Grow it for a few days without any additional intervention. Make sure it is alive - or dead. Just let me know."

If it is the best, compare the chromosomes before and after, and you will know what is missing and what is added;

Unfortunately, if he dies, if it is determined to be a genetic collapse, it will be equivalent to "eliminating a wrong answer" and starting from scratch again...

He asked for help, and Lum could only respond respectfully. He didn't need to do anything, just circle a piece of land for the demon wolf, let it lie down, and feed it with water and food on time, and don't let it be bitten to death.

He doesn't have to do this kind of thing himself, he can just instruct his subordinates at will. However, Gretel's next mission is a bit troublesome:

"Find me some wild beasts and low-level monsters, arrange them by level, and let me transform them one by one. Start transforming the monsters directly, the cost is still too high..."

This mission is not dangerous, just troublesome. Wild beasts and low-level monsters are never in the adult silver dragon's diet, or even near the dragon's lair. Because of the dragon's power, these things are basically emptied.

Since Gretel gave the order, he had no choice but to send out his subordinates and order the intelligent races in the territory to search all over the mountains and fields and pay tribute.

Within two days, Gretel received a litter of wild boars, three wild sheep, two deer, a small group of wolves, two foxes, and several nests of rabbits...

There was also an unexpected patient.

"I didn't dare to disturb you, sir." Rum stood ten meters away, bowing respectfully and reporting to Gretel:

"However, Old Matt of the Fire Crow Tribe is the best wizard in the territory, and his people are also the most diligent in this worship. Probably because he is tired, Old Matt has a severe headache, so he can only ask the adults to show him look……"

Gretel didn't mind seeing one more patient. He was even happy to have a few more patients to see besides his daily research:

Taking samples every day, looking at chromosomes, looking at chromosomes, looking at chromosomes, he was almost rusty. The conscience of heaven and earth, he is a doctor, not a scientific researcher, he still prefers to treat people!

The Fire Crow Tribe are a group of dwarfs. Gretel was surprised when he saw two guys who were no higher than his chest and wearing tall pointed hats pushing a cart and bringing patients in.

Flatcar!

Flatcar!

The car they use is a flat car with universal wheels that can turn in all directions!

When he was in Nevis, if he could make a flat car like this, why would he have to let barbarians carry a stretcher when he came in and out?

But this surprise was only for a moment. Gretel's attention was quickly attracted by the patients on the flat car:

The old man with snow-white and sparse hair had his eyes closed tightly and curled up into a shrimp on the bed. He frowned and pressed his temples with his hands, obviously in great pain:

"Ah...ah...I'm going to die...I'm really going to die...Help me, help me..."

"Where does it hurt?"

Gretel knelt down in front of him. The old dwarf opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Grete, and immediately wanted to roll off the carriage, but Grete held him down:

"Don't salute, don't move. - Now tell me, where does it hurt?"

"Headache! It hurts so much! It hurts so much!"

——I have a headache. Gretel sighed. His first reaction was to give him a pain relief spell, and his second reaction was to call the neurology department for consultation.

For this kind of disease that won't die in a while, the emergency department doesn't care much. If you can, leave it to a specialist, then leave it to a specialist...

However, the cause of the disease was not clear, and direct pain relief was a clinical taboo, so colleagues from the Department of Neurology did not follow him through time.

There is CT and MRI, and Gretel can barely act as a god, but the god inside is really respectful and insensitive...

But the patient had already arrived and was in his hands, so he could only bite the bullet and make a differential diagnosis. He pressed the old dwarf's shoulders with both hands and stared into his eyes:

"Listen to me! Answer my question! Where does it hurt in your head? Front? Back? Top of head? Left side? Right side? Near the scalp? Or somewhere deeper?"

"It hurts... it hurts so much... it's very deep... there are bugs biting me, snakes biting me... ah! Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

The old dwarf groaned in reply, and soon began to shout again. Grete frowned:

what's the situation?

delirium?

epilepsy?

Or hallucinations?

Brain diseases often have this kind of symptom, but it's not certain... He tried hard to hold the old dwarf down and continued to ask:

"How does it hurt? Dull pain? Throbbing pain? Stinging pain? Jumping pain..."

"My brain feels like it's been split open... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts... I heard you can split my head open to save people, please split my head open! Please!"

Ah, this is how communication with a patient is. What he answers is rarely what you need to know. Gretel sighed secretly, raised his hand, and threw a blood pressure monitoring spell:

158/105.

According to the standards of normal adults, it is indeed high blood pressure, but it is only high blood pressure level one and has just reached the level of high blood pressure level two. If it can cause such a severe headache, I am afraid it is not enough.

However, for a dwarf, maybe it has reached level 3 hypertension, severe hypertension? To know this, you need a wide range of data...

Gretel turned his eyes and looked at the two dwarfs who were bringing the patient over:

"Come here! Lie down! Lie down in a row! Be quiet, relax, don't exercise, don't talk... Are there any other tribesmen here? If so, call them all!"

The two middle-aged dwarfs lay on their backs tremblingly. The subordinates next to the cloud giant Lum ran away to call. After a while, light and rapid footsteps sounded outside, and seven or eight young dwarfs followed in.

As soon as they entered the door, Grete ordered them to lie down together, relax, not to talk or move, and not to be nervous. In order to ensure the effect, Grete also specially threw a group pacification spell before taking the measurement:

Well, the general blood pressure of young dwarfs is around 110/70, which is about the same as normal humans. The old man's blood pressure is a bit high, is it a headache caused by malignant hypertension...

I threw a round of pain relief spells and soothing tranquility spells first, and watched Old Matt's blood pressure plummet, all the way down to 142/97. It is still high, but it has improved a lot. Relieving the pain does help lower blood pressure:

"How many years have you had this headache?"

"It's been many years, my lord, it's been many years... I've had pains since I was young. I get headaches when I stay up late, I get headaches when I'm angry, and I definitely get headaches when I cast too many spells..."

"How old is he? How is his health?"

"58 years old, sir. My health is usually in good shape. Apart from the headaches, my health is in great shape! I can run, jump, and hit people! All kinds of things in our tribe are done under his guidance!"

The middle-aged dwarf who pushed him in was finally allowed to get up, nodded and bowed beside him, and answered respectfully. Grete immediately frowned tightly:

If high blood pressure causes headaches, such a severe headache must mean high blood pressure. Moreover, if you have malignant hypertension for such a long time - let's say 20 years - you want to be able to run, jump and hit people?

Target organ damage can knock someone down!

I'm afraid this headache is not caused by high blood pressure, and we need to find another reason...