Chapter 1826 Advanced Escort, Combined Punches Spread in the Parliament!

"Almost died."

After three hours of rescue, Archmage Bielsa lay on the treatment bed and said something breathless.

The sound was buzzing. From the intracranial pressure reduction device - the super sustained-release [Dry Touch Cerebrospinal Fluid Version] fastened to the head, it vibrated back and forth, and when it finally came out, it was a little bit louder:

"I'm feeling better now..."

"It's still early for you!"

Archmage Morton never left, taking care of him for three hours. Now he took a long breath and sat down on the floating saucer on the side. The light curtain in front of him rippled, constantly showing the situation of Archmage Bielsa:

Blood pressure 165/110, heart rate 85, respiration 18 times/min, blood oxygen 98, intracranial pressure 14.5...

"The blood pressure is still very high. The systolic blood pressure must be reduced to at least 140, and the diastolic blood pressure must be reduced to at least 90. The intracranial pressure has not yet dropped to the normal value, and this cannot be reduced too fast. Master Nordmark said..."

"cough!"

"cough!"

"Ahem!"

To the left, to the right, and behind, three or four healing mages spoke at the same time. Senior Brother Morton, can you stop saying "Master Nordmark said" and "Master Nordmark said" all the time?

We are all therapists!

They are all orthodox healers of the conjuration system!

Archmage Bielsa is still the leader of our line of healers. If you keep saying this in front of him, he will lose face!

"Ahem, cough!"

Archmage Bielsa couldn't help but cough. This cough caused blood pressure and intracranial pressure to rise simultaneously on the light screen. Several disciples were so panicked that they rushed over at the same time:

"Teacher, are you okay?"

"Teacher, please lie down for a while!"

"Teacher, don't worry, take more rest... If you force yourself to advance, you will always be injured. You have to recover first, and then you can continue to advance!"

"teacher……"

"Teacher, the communication from Long Island has been taken over!" The sound of wheels grinding on the ground suddenly sounded, and two eleven-level healers dragged a tower-shaped box over. On the top of the box, in the magic crystal screen, the face of Master Nordmark was revealed:

"Have you successfully advanced? Are you out of danger? Congratulations, Archmage Bielsa! - Let me take a look at your vital signs..."

A smile appeared on Archmage Bielsa's pale face. Immediately afterwards, he heard the person on the other side saying:

"Why are you lying flat? Rock the bed! Raise the head of the bed thirty degrees! Oh, there is no bed..."

There is no such thing as a bed, which is not a problem for these high-level therapists. A group of conjuration magicians were busy with their hands and feet, waving their brilliance. Soon, a transparent force field was supported under Archmage Bielsa, making him lie down slightly:

"Elevating the head of the bed can reduce the amount of blood returning from the jugular vein and reduce intracranial pressure. What about oxygen? Are you inhaling it? Give him oxygen! Reducing the partial pressure of carbon dioxide can constrict the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular vessels and reduce intracranial pressure. Falling!

Also, lower the temperature near your head! Ice packs, ice caps, whatever you want will do! "

He gave a command and the therapists made an action. He raised the head of the bed, assembled an oxygen inhaler, and formed a cloud of ice mist around Archmage Bielsa's head...

Hello!

Who told me not to talk about "Nordmark Mage" before!

Now the other party's suggestion is here, what does it mean that you work faster than me?

Archmage Morton really doesn't know what to say. Fortunately, after a series of actions, Archmage Bielsa's expression actually became more relaxed. Grete's face also relaxed:

"It seems that you are recovering well... By the way, Archmage Bielsa, congratulations on your successful advancement!"

"Thank you, Archmage Nordmark." Archmage Bielsa smiled slowly in his decompression helmet. Grete quickly waved his hand to him to signal him to quiet down, then turned to ask:

"Have the results of the MRI scan come back?"

"Not yet, Archmage Nordmark!" A young therapist quickly stretched his head and answered. Beside him, Archmage Morton breathed out silently:

Hey, once upon a time, that little mage needed the introduction of a high-level mage before he could walk in front of him;

The little mage who sat in front of the editor-in-chief of "Medical Research" and a group of editors-in-chief, talked eloquently, worked on projects for himself, and promoted cooperation between therapists and the plastic energy department;

That little mage who worked hard to solicit sponsorship from everywhere and built a hospital;

Now, it will be natural for him to be called "Arch Mage Nordmark" by young spellcasters!

"Archmage Bielsa wears this on his head...it's not convenient for magnetic scanning..."

Oh, there is a metal helmet on the head... It is more like a cage for perming hair than a helmet... It is really inconvenient to do an MRI. Gretel nodded slightly:

"Your Majesty the Archmage is not in danger for the time being. If you can support it, it is best to do a magnetic scan of your head. Comparing the before and after conditions can also determine which brain tissue and which parts of the brain cells have been damaged, so that targeted treatment can be provided."

"Indeed, if you can make one, it's better to make one." Diagonally opposite the magic crystal panel, Elder Tapros also nodded:

"His mental power is still relatively disordered. Simply scanning with mental power can easily cause a collision between the two parties and directly hurt him. With magnetic resonance, the treatment will be more targeted."

The important thing is brain cells, brain cells!

Being able to treat early and target the disease will benefit the patient much better than throwing treatment techniques aimlessly!

Grete proposed, and the legendary elder of the Nature Order agreed. Archmage Bielsa was immediately sent to the Evocation Department for magnetic resonance.

A quarter of an hour later, two three-dimensional images were unfolded in front of everyone. Elder Tapros stroked his long white beard, stared at the contrasting images in front of him, and softly pondered:

"There is indeed a lot of brain cell damage. A lot of people died here, here, here, here... um..."

He raised his hand gently, and a faint green light penetrated Archmage Bielsa's head like spring rain. After waiting quietly for about ten minutes, they were sent in for a magnetic resonance imaging...

"not good?"

"Can brain cells regenerate after they are damaged?" Grete gave an idea on the other side of the light screen:

"Do you want to do an animal experiment?"

"...It's too late." Elder Tapros took a sharp breath.

I thought about digging out a piece of the brain of a rabbit or other animal, or using other methods to kill some brain cells, and then throw in a treatment method to see if the brain cells can grow back...

He felt pain in his head, brain, cerebellum, everywhere.

Fortunately, even assuming that the brain cells are damaged and cannot regenerate, he has other methods:

"[Limb Regeneration Technique·Brain Version]!"

With this spell, since even the missing limbs and organs can grow back out of thin air, there is no reason why dead brain cells cannot grow back!

"I'm much better! - I feel like I've almost recovered!" As soon as the regeneration spell went off, Archmage Bielsa sat up suddenly, with a high-spirited expression:

"My mental power - my mental power is almost healed! I feel that the damage caused by this advancement has basically been recovered!"

For a moment, all the therapists on the scene were horrified and moved.

If the advancement fails - or if the advancement is successful but causes damage to the caster, early intervention is required to lower blood pressure, reduce intracranial pressure, stop cerebral hemorrhage, dissolve thrombosis, and try to protect brain cells;

Then, magnetic resonance scans the brain tissue, and performs targeted regeneration of dead brain cells;

Can this method preserve the potential of the magician as much as possible and the possibility of his further advancement? At least, can it save him the time to recuperate - recover - and pass the level again?

If the effect is really so good, then this method deserves to be promoted on a large scale! At the very least, a study should be conducted to get the bottom of it, and based on the ratio of cost and effect, decide whether to promote it or not!

Decided!

This is the topic for the next stage! Submit a project application to the parliament when you get back!

"Lie down!!!" Gretel shouted from the other side of Dragon Island:

"Your intracranial pressure hasn't dropped back yet!!!"

Thanks to x-on:the strong sea monster and x-on:quemiao555 for the 10,000 starting coins

Maomao went to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau today and got at least one piece of news:

The contents of this random registration belong to [self-declaration], so it is not that the Industrial and Commercial Bureau will register the false certificate after seeing it, but they will not care at all. If the certificate is found to be false, they will order it to be corrected and fined.

Anyway, the task has now been assigned to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau. I hope it can be changed soon.