Chapter 166 Goose, Goose, Goose, Fatty Liver

Miles looked at the goose cage awkwardly.

He is the youngest of the group, having just turned 15 after the New Year. He is small and has short arms, but the goose in front of him is not small——

There is a whole wall, one row above and one below, with a total of ten cages, each cage holding two or three geese. There were white ones, gray ones, and brown ones, flapping their wings, holding their heads high, and yelling at him.

"Which one to pick?"

Kerian, who had broken through the second level this time, was still asking him with a smile. Miles was full of resentment and glared at him:

Who doesn’t know who they grew up with?

I can't choose, but you will?

We are all magicians. Who has ever raised a goose with his own hands? Whose geese need to be picked by hand? If you want to eat foie gras, don't you have to go out to eat it? Or else the chef at home can order it and it will be available that night?

"Miles, hurry up!" Anthony also clapped and cheered. The chef has gone back to work. Although the restaurant owner is smiling and his fat belly is wrinkled, he has no intention of smoothing things over. Miles gritted his teeth and looked around.

"Which of you brought processed leather?"

"No, Miles, it's just to catch a goose, and you also need to put on the mage armor!"

The young mages roared with laughter. Processed leather is the casting material of mage armor, and everyone is familiar with it. However, catching a goose requires such a big battle?

Miles' face turned red and he could only do the next best thing and cast a shield spell on himself. He reached for a goose cage with his invisible shield, pulled out the latch, and opened the cage door a little outward——

“Quack, quack, quack—!”

Immediately a big goose poked its head out. The long snow-white neck stretched and contracted, and the long orange beak clicked on the back of Miles' hand.

The shield technique is equivalent to a shield hanging in front of you. It can protect the front but not the sides. The goose moved so fast that Miles had no time to react...

"Ouch——"

Miles was in tears. The white goose nudged and twisted, and a bruise immediately appeared on the back of his hand. The white goose continued to quack and flap its wings menacingly. As soon as it screamed, dozens of geese in the cage shouted in support at the same time, and their feathers flew everywhere for a while, which was deafening. Even the chickens and ducks on the other walls started squealing.

Miles couldn't even flinch. If the barbarian hadn't stepped forward and grabbed the goose's neck near the head, judging from the look on his face, he probably would have received another bite.

Gretel huddled back and laughed secretly. Magicians, pure magicians, without a full set of magic blessings, whose physical combat power is higher than 0.5 goose? If he hadn't nipped it in the bud and poked Bernard to the rescue, when the goose cage was opened, three or five big geese flew out...

Everyone here except him should be wiped out.

"Huh... thank you, thank you so much!" Miles escaped and thanked him and Gretel repeatedly. The young mage looked at the barbarian's thick arms with envy and asked Gretel:

"Let him choose for me?"

"I'll do it myself." Grete smiled and stepped forward slowly. Miles' eyes widened: "You?"

His eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and even his nose was subconsciously trying to open up, and a series of round circles were outlined on his face. Subconsciously, he looked at the goose cage, then at Grete, looked up at his face, and looked down at his palms and shoes. Gretel doesn't need to release a "detection thought" to know what the other person is thinking about:

Maybe he comes from the countryside and is good at catching geese?

"I have a magic that might work, and I want to give it a try." Grete walked around to the goose cage, bent down to take a look, then turned around and commanded Bernard:

"Bring that basket over here."

"You come and catch the goose."

It was about magic. Two second-level mages and several first-level mages stood in a row, concentrating and holding their breath for fear of disturbing Gretel. The hut was low and dark, and there were dots of duck and goose droppings on the ground. These people didn't care. They stood on tiptoes, stretched their necks, and watched Gretel cast a spell in a posture of "singing to the sky" -

Gretel's movements are much more leisurely than those of Master Miles.

After all, there was a barbarian with high defense and high health. He grabbed the white goose's neck with one hand and held the wings with the other hand, and brought the white goose's heaving chest to Gretel. Not only does Gretel not have to worry about being attacked or feeling uncomfortable at the casting angle, he can also instruct his followers to raise it higher or lower it...

"so comfortable."

“It’s great to have a following.”

"Is this person at least above level five? Can you afford it?"

"Well……"

The young mages whispered, watching Grete stretch one hand into the rattan basket, and sink the other hand deep into the chest of the white goose, pressing it into the puddle of soybean oil on the goose's belly. Move, move, eyes half open and half closed, as if concentrating on meditation, for a moment, withdrew his fingers:

"Change one."

"Get another one."

"Get another one."

"Hmm... This one is quite fat. Bernard, mark it down for me. I may look at it again later."

"Give me another one..."

Grete looked faster and faster, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he was in a happy mood. Geese and rabbits are different. In order to cooperate with the magic experiment, those rabbits have been treated with one or even several rounds of treatment, and all of them are in good health. And these geese, in order to eat foie gras, are all diseased geese that have been deliberately fattened and have a large fatty liver!

He was not yet proficient in the first and second ones. It took him a long time to find the location of the foie gras, and he was not familiar with what fatty liver looked like under the magic B-ultrasound. Starting from the third one, at least he could tell at a glance whether the foie gras was abnormally enlarged...

Well, this foie gras is too small and definitely not fat.

This one has irregularly distributed slightly high echoes in the liver, which is just a focal fatty liver. It has gained weight unevenly and is probably not tasty.

This one... oh oh oh, the echo of the liver parenchyma is diffusely and intensively enhanced, and the far-field echo is significantly attenuated! Diffuse fatty liver!

The fattest one I have seen so far, let me see how its blood vessels are, whether they are twisted or compressed...

Well, the shape of blood vessels is normal, but the clarity is reduced, which means it is not a liver tumor or anything, but just fatty liver!

Grete observed with great amusement. Taking advantage of the opportunity to choose a fat goose, he read all the fatty livers in various degrees in one breath. Lucky you! So cool! If I hadn't seized this opportunity and wanted to see so many fatty livers, I don't know how many patients would have been examined to collect enough cases!

He is unfamiliar with the place here and has no source of patients... Of course he can ask Elder Wood for help, but most of the patients treated by the Natural God Church are poor. If he wants to find so many fatty livers, he may not be able to get them all next year. ?

Grete was beaming. Anthony stood aside. Seeing his heartfelt joy, he couldn't help but push Corian, who was treating today:

"Hey, why is he so happy?"

"I don't know... maybe you like to eat foie gras? Are you happy when you pick a fat enough goose?"

"It doesn't look like it... The foie gras was just served, and I didn't see him being very interested..."

"Maybe the foie gras isn't fat enough?"

"It makes sense...when the foie gras comes, put it in front of him first!"

The two second-level mages whispered. Grete brushed all the white geese happily, compared the fatter ones again, and selected the two with the largest liver size, the lowest echo under B-ultrasound examination, and diffuse fatty liver:

"Just these two! Foie gras is the fattest!"

Twenty minutes later, Grete looked at the fragrant and oily pan-fried foie gras in front of him, which was twice as oily as the previous one. He was suspicious of life...

Thanks to x-on:1111 book friend who has so many rules for changing names, and x-on:lof Xueyu for the 100 starting coins reward

Congratulations to our little Grete for being reduced from a doctor to a veterinarian, applause... (Croak, croak, croak)

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