Chapter 350: The Magic of Love in Head CT Turns in Circles (3000 Words)

Chapter 350 Head CT - The magic of love turns in circles (3000 words)

Gretel didn't want to get involved at first.

He was completely unsure! There is no diagnostic equipment, no treatment drugs, and no surgical conditions. Should he treat it with his head or his knee?

Besides, he was just an emergency doctor in his previous life! Emergency doctor! When encountering suspected cerebral hemorrhage, the first response is first aid, and the second response is——

Call the neurology department, maybe even the neurosurgery department, and come down for a consultation as soon as possible!

However, the doctor suffered from an occupational disease. When you see someone lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious and vomiting, you have to shout "Open the airway——"

As soon as he shouted, the eyes around him were blazing, and dozens of pairs of eyes stared at him. The barbarians who had just dispersed clattered, tightened up, and formed a neat iron barrel again. Gretel suddenly had trouble breathing: Forget about the smell of blood, the smell of sweat is simply too much!

"Spread out! The patient needs fresh air!" he shouted without looking up. From the front left, the deep and powerful voice from before said:

"Can you save my brother?"

Grete choked. He raised his head reflexively and looked - not at the speaker, but at the old priest standing beside him. The redness on the old pastor's face had mostly faded, and he was full of exhaustion, but he still smiled and nodded to him. The meaning of the question before contacting me is obvious:

This patient is left to you.

Grete is sad. He slowly turned his head, looking to the left and to the right, with eyes that were almost burning. Moreover, the patient’s family members have already urged:

"Can you please help me with treatment?"

"What medicine do you need? Let's find it immediately!"

"Don't worry about the reward, as long as you cure him——"

Thump, thump, money bags fell to the ground one after another. Gretel subconsciously took a step back:

"I might not be able to save him—"

"Then please try your best." A soft female voice came. Grete turned around and saw the crowd parting to both sides, and a tall, muscular barbarian woman walked in.

She was almost half a head taller than Gretel, and she was wrapped in a white wolf skin. Her wolf teeth were draped over her shoulders, and her wolf eyes were dark and unyielding. Holding a bone staff in his hand, the head of the staff was carved with a black crow, and his steps were light and fast. Wherever he passed, the men on both sides kept bowing:

"Olga."

"Olga."

"Lord Deeper."

The woman gave them a quick nod. She walked three steps in front of Grete, and bowed to Grete across the patient lying on the ground:

"Pastor Martin has exhausted all methods. Just now, you tried to bring my husband closer to death. We see it and appreciate your kindness. If you are willing to give it a try, no matter what the result is, we can accept it. "

It would be great if the family members of the patients in the previous life were so reasonable... Gretel sighed inwardly. He explained sternly:

"I probably won't be able to save him. I have low abilities, and I just came here today, so I don't know much about madness. And, as the elder said, most of us don't understand the world inside the head. I can rely on fate. Besides, I will leave tomorrow—"

"We obey the will of Father God. Father God said that we should not give up any hope before the end comes." Olga said with emotion. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was worried, but he spoke crisply and without stumbling.

Grete secretly sighed that she was indeed a woman with an independent nickname among a group of muscular barbarians who advocated martial arts. He nodded and said:

"Then please wait a moment and let me examine your husband."

He knelt down and stared into the patient's eyes. The giant man still stared straight ahead, motionless. However, the trained doctor saw something more in his eyes:

His pupils narrowed, his eyes drooped, staring at the tip of his nose. Grete stretched out her hand in front of him and moved her palm upward, but the giant man's eyes did not move at all. It looks a lot like thalamic hemorrhage...

Gretel quickly assessed the situation. While checking, he asked:

"How long have you been going crazy now?"

"Did you fall down after going crazy?"

"What usually happens when you go berserk?"

With Olga present, none of the barbarians nearby made any noise. Only the patient's brother answered word by word:

"About half a day..."

"No, after killing that seal, he went crazy for a while. We almost couldn't hold him down..."

"The berserker's madness is to fill his chest with the power of anger. When the anger is burning, he can ignore all injuries and pain..."

Gretel got the answer he wanted, thought for a moment, turned around and said:

"Can someone please demonstrate the process of going berserk? Just stop when you are about to go berserk. Before you start, shout and let me press your arm and feel it -"

"Me! Me! Me!"

The savages scrambled to raise their hands.

After a fight, the patient's younger brother got the chance and sat in front of Grete. The four barbarians held down his hands and feet, and Bernard held down his right hand to prevent him from disowning his relatives after he went berserk and hit Gretel. Gretel sat across the table, stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, and counted for a minute:

"let's start!"

A tiger roar sounded from the opposite side. Grete stared at the opposite side and saw that the barbarian's face was red, his veins were protruding, and he was breathing heavily. Under the fingertips, the pulse rate jumped from 50 beats/min to 100 beats/min in one breath. The force of the impact on the fingertips was also much greater. It was obvious that the blood pressure soared——

"stop!"

he shouted. Olga had been prepared, but at this moment, the chanting suddenly became high-pitched, and with a finger of the bone staff, a halo of ice and snow was splashed out. The barbarian shuddered and quickly calmed down, his pulse and blood pressure also dropped rapidly.

OK.

Bar.

Sure enough, it was a rush of adrenaline, a rush, and increased combat effectiveness. The result of overdoing it is that the blood vessels burst...

Brain bleeding.

"I probably know what's going on." Gretel let go of his hand and stood up to explain to Olga. He waved his hand, and an [invisible phantom] that looked like a head appeared in the air. The skull, brain, and blood vessels inside were all clearly visible piece by piece:

"It's just that the blood vessels in the brain burst, and the blood flowed out and oppressed the brain. If I knew which blood vessel burst and how much blood was lost, I might be able to deal with it. But I have no way to know the details now. Do you have any information? Is there any way that I can see what's going on in his mind?"

He looked at Olga expectantly. If he had been in his previous life, he would have shouted: Get a CT scan. Unfortunately, there is no CT machine now, so we can only hope that the barbarian priests may have some strange methods.

"...I have no choice." Olga pondered for a moment and shook his head sadly. She cast expectant eyes on Pastor Martin. The old pastor thought for a while and shook his head:

"With the grace of the Lord of Glory, we can use the holy light given by God to illuminate a person's body and mind. But I can barely use this magic when I am at my peak. Today, the consumption is too great and I can't sustain it. If I can, I After the dawn prayer tomorrow, come over and perform it once?"

Gretel immediately shook his head. There is an optimal time for treatment of cerebral hemorrhage. The sooner you can, the sooner you can. Moreover, he must return to the hotel tonight and set off from the hotel with a large group of people tomorrow morning...

He gritted his teeth, took out the [Endless Ink Pen] and put it into Bernard's hand:

"Stand opposite me! If I move, you move with me. Make sure you are always face to face with me!"

Bernard acknowledged. Grete asked someone to help the patient sit upright, and he and Bernard faced each other, standing on both sides of the patient. Concentrate, calm down, close your eyes slightly, and enter the meditative field of vision——

[Detect Magic]!

Well, the so-called CT is X-ray that is sliced ​​very thinly, layer by layer, layer by layer... Then, a computer is used to integrate the data to obtain a precise image...

In the absence of a CT machine, we can only do our best and try our best to do it manually!

Gretel struggled to activate the X-ray magic. Only after starting this did I realize that it was not good: it is easy to read a flat film, but it is not easy to read dozens or hundreds of flat films cut very thinly. It is really not easy to remember every data and finally synthesize the image.

He only scanned seven or eight layers, and sweat was pouring out from his forehead and the tip of his nose.

Isn’t it possible?…

Is it still too difficult to challenge computers with humans?

Gretel gritted his teeth and took a step to the left. Hang on a little longer, I've got a little bit of data, try again!

"Bernard! Left!"

"coming!"

One step, one step, and another. Gretel and Bernard moved around slowly with the patient as their axis, taking a long time to move a step. After only taking three steps, Gretel was dizzy and shaky, and sweat had already flowed from his forehead to his chin.

"What are you doing?"

Someone outside the circle suddenly asked. Grete turned around and was suddenly overjoyed:

"Your Excellency! Why are you here?"

"Can I not come? If you don't come, you will fall!"

Archmage Serrano looked up at the sky.

Gretel instantly understood: When Pastor Martin used the healing spell, the noise was really big. Archmage Serrano, probably out of caution, specially touched it to have a look. Maybe, I didn’t even plan to show up...

But he is stuck here. Archmage Serrano saw his embarrassment and had to ask.

Gretel explained his needs to the Archmage in a few words. Archmage Serrano shook his head without thinking:

"It's not that troublesome. Just stand aside and wait!"

He took out a gem-encrusted bracelet, held it in his palm, and pointed it towards the patient. Gretel felt the hair on his body stand up, as if an invisible cold wind was passing by him. He turned his head out of curiosity, but Archmage Serrano did not explain. He was slightly focused, as if listening to something. After a moment, she turned to look at him:

"Can you draw the brain? Draw it and I'll show you where the bleeding is!"

Gretel quickly summoned [Invisible Phantom]. The Archmage stared at the picture he sketched and pointed:

"There is a lot of blood here...here...here...here..."

"Master, how do you know?"

"I let the incorporeal creature go in and take a look!" Archmage Serrano replied matter-of-factly:

"You, if you want to see what's like inside the human body in the future, it's best to contract an incorporeal body!"

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