Chapter 356 Magical Means of Removing Intestinal Polyps

Grete's room was full of people.

Little Larry was lying on the bed, and Grete was sitting in front of the bed, operating a colonoscope—or, in other words, a colonoscope made of vines and secret eyes;

The boy's father, the owner of the Bolu shop, stood on Grete's left side, leaning forward, ready to hold down his son's legs at any time;

Hafn—the young man who had brought the crow flag—was standing on his left again, staring at the light screen curiously. The fingers extend and retract, retract and extend again, wanting to reach out and poke;

After Archmage Serrano provided the secret eye, he naturally stood on the right side of Gretel, occupying the best observation position. Master Hemond stood next to him without hesitation, while the others, even Master Talbot, who had a particularly high priest level and was particularly short, could only stand back.

The magicians were very dissatisfied. They didn't dare to protest to the Archmage, so they had to get involved with each other:

"Hey, give in, give in!"

"You're blocking me!"

"You're tall! Stand in the back!"

"My eyesight is bad and I can't see clearly! Let me move forward!"

Noisy, crowded and bumpy. Everyone wants to get closer, everyone wants to see more clearly - use the secret eye to see inside the human body! Who has seen it before?

No one here has seen it anyway. Those who are curious about what the intestines look like are probably necromancers, and they will just cut it open and take a look; those who are not curious will not find a way to insert the arcane eye to take a look. It's rare for someone to do this kind of operation. Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, everyone wants to take a look.

Not to mention actually seeing the image!

"Everyone get out!"

Archmage Serrano was finally made angry by the noise:

"Go outside and take a look! If you want to see the image, use your secret eyes!"

One word awakens the dreamer. The magicians were in groups of three and two, leaving a few arcane eyes pointed at the light screen, and retreated to their rooms to watch the broadcast. As for Gretel, the two magicians looked at the light screen and gradually frowned:

Do not understand.

A red, sticky piece. Crazy rotation and crazy advancement, and occasionally you can see a deep black hole with a sudden glance.

And even this picture cannot be viewed all the time. The image fed back by the secret eye is getting darker and darker...

"Ahem, Mage Nordmark." Archmage Serrano hesitated for a moment, then reminded Gretel:

"Mystic eyes can't see things where there is no light, you..."

Doesn't this kid not know? Although he is the key training target of Thunder Horn, the Mystical Eye is a third-level spell of the prophecy system. He may not really know some details...

"Hehe, don't worry, I'm prepared." Grete smiled easily. He simply memorized the restrictions of the Secret Eye, but electronic colonoscopes all have their own light source. He had already thought of making preparations in advance!

The vine in his hand branched out, rolled up a small light bead, and sent it into the boy's body. Soon, the light screen of the secret eye overflowed with light.

Grete manipulated the vines, slowly advancing and retreating, rotating slightly, pointing at the light screen, and kept explaining to Bolu shop owner:

"Look, here - do you see a meat ball? On the surface of the intestine, there is a bulge... Further forward, here - wow, this meat pedicle is very long! It is especially easy to get twisted! It is so low Position, when you go to the toilet, it will protrude from the anus, right?"

Little Larry: "T-T That's right..."

Gretel did it very easily. Speaking of which, doing a colonoscopy is a professional craft, and the tube of the colonoscopy cannot have its own power, and it completely depends on the doctor's technique.

Enter the mirror, withdraw the mirror, rotate the mirror, pull the mirror, and control this one-meter-long tool to make various turns.

When the intestinal curvature is weird, or there are tumors, adhesions, or a particularly big belly, you may be unlucky and accidentally puncture it...

There is a specialization in surgery, and even Grete wouldn't dare to do it if he was given a colonoscopy in his previous life. But now, the vines will grow on their own!

So relaxing!

He is relaxed, but the patient's family is not. On the huge light screen, there were red meat balls swaying and swaying, occupying half of the screen. Just one look makes me dizzy.

To be honest, ordinary people cannot understand this kind of thing without professional training. Fortunately, Grete pointed at it and explained:

"My suggestion is to remove all these polyps, especially those that have long pedicles. Only removal can improve the symptoms. If not, you will often have stomachaches in the future."

"I don't want it—"

The sharp children's voice performs the magic sound on the spot and pierces the ears. The Bolu shopkeeper held down his son with one hand and looked at Gretel hesitantly:

"If it's just painful, we Northlanders can still bear it, right?"

We need to cut the meat, we need to cut the meat inside the intestines! Do you have to cut open the stomach to cut it off?

Although there were healers on site and magical skills were there to support them, but the stomach was cut open——

Gretel knew what he was thinking just by looking at his face. Everyone is afraid of surgery. Although the appearance of savages is different from humans, in some aspects, the difference is not that big.

"Pain is not the most serious consequence." He explained patiently:

"If you think about it, an intestine is so thin. If several meat pedicles are twisted together, the intestine may be blocked. If you are unlucky, it is not impossible that the entire intestine will rot."

"But--"

Boru still hesitated. On the other side, Master Hemond turned to look at Gretel, full of interest:

"Are you going to cut out the intestines? I haven't seen you cut it yet - it is said that during the last plague, you cut out dozens of intestines by yourself and no one died?"

This was a roundabout way to appease the patient's family. It was estimated that this magician also wanted to see Gretel undergo an operation. Grete coughed awkwardly:

"This time is different - last time, the rotten intestines were cut out and the perforated ones were repaired. This time, the excess stuff in the intestines was cleaned..."

"That's right." Master Ximond nodded repeatedly. He glanced at the barbarian and saw that she was still hesitant. He coughed and said in an unhappy tone:

"If you don't want to cut it, don't cut it! Anyway, you can see clearly. We all have to go on our way. Grete, collect your things and go!"

"No, no, no! Master Mage! Just wait for me -" The barbarian pounced forward, grabbed Grete's robe, and tried to open his eyes wide to show his pleading:

"Just wait for me to think about it! Wait for me to think about it again! I'll give you a free bill for last night's accommodation! I'll give you a free bill for a bunch of people!"

"Who is short of this money?" Master Ximond continued with a straight face:

"I really want to ask you for money. The cost of casting these spells is several times the accommodation fee, right?"

"But--"

Gretel is really not used to this. Although the mages in this world are superior and the common people support them, Gretel never thinks that they are inferior to him when looking at the patients' families.

He thought for a while, and first comforted Master Ximond and asked him to sit down and rest without getting angry. Then, he turned to Archmage Serrano, with a face filled with anticipation:

"Your Majesty the Archmage, do you have any idea about that - the improved version of that magic weapon?"

Archmage Serrano caught his look and finally understood. No wonder the request is so cunning and requires additional effects on the magic creation. It turns out that it is waiting here!

He snorted with a cold face. The little guy asked what was wrong, given him such a big problem, and asked for the result in less than ten days. Change, change, change, how can it be so easy to change——

"I'll help you bless you!"

After all this effort, a mere demonized weapon is more difficult than a high-level demonized weapon! As for how to lower the spellcasting level and teach Gretel to do it on his own, Archmage Serrano doesn’t have a clue yet...

"That's great!" Grete was overjoyed. He immediately turned to the Bolu shop owner and quickly explained:

"Don't worry, there is no need to cut open the stomach. We will extend a vine in and cut off the meat ball. With the treatment, there will not be a lot of bleeding, and the patient will not suffer much pain."

"That--"

"Look, that's it." Grete raised her hand, and another green vine grew out, swaying in the wind. Archmage Serrano pointed casually, and the tip of the vine, half a foot away, was immediately covered with a faint silver light.

Then, the vines formed a circle and squeezed hard on the short stick made by magic tricks.

The head of the stick was broken into two pieces, and the cut surface was smooth, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.

With this demonstration and Grete's gentle persuasion, Bolu's shopkeeper finally agreed to perform surgery on his son. Soon, four vines advanced side by side, extending continuously in the intestines:

Vine one, provides light source;

Vine 2, moves the secret eye to facilitate visual operations;

The third vine is the one that Archmage Serrano has blessed with a magical weapon. It reaches in, wraps around the root of the polyp in full view of the public, and cuts it off with a pinch;

Of course, there was a fourth vine that had woven a pocket on top of his head. He was squatting underneath to secure it, and then - he pulled it out for people to see.

There was silence in the operating room. In the next few rooms, magicians and dwarf priests were tutting and talking incessantly:

"So this is still possible?"

"If you can do this, it will be much more convenient to worry about things in your stomach..."

"Wake up, you are looking for a guy who can play with vines! Is he a priest named the God of Nature? Does our tribe have one?"

"You can go find it!"

Snap.

Snap.

Snap.

The operation went extremely smoothly.

Grete didn't even need to find a pump to find a way to inflate the intestines - the vines were alive anyway and could widen the intestines appropriately if necessary.

Apart from the movement on the light screen, I could only see the fourth vine rushing in and out, moving non-stop:

The bloody polyps fell into the basin piece by piece. At the end of the operation, the copper basin that Master Bolu brought specially, the one with a diameter of one foot and a depth of five inches, was already filled with half of the basin of meat.

"...Okay." Gretel closed his eyes and warned weakly:

"Although with treatment, the intestinal bleeding has stopped, you still need to pay attention these days. Don't eat hard food, eat less big fish and meat, and try to let the intestines rest..."

Lord Bolu, thank you very much. After repeating his words of thanks until he ran out of words, he finally asked the question he was most concerned about:

"So... will little Larry be okay?"

Gretel was silent. He closed his eyes, sweat dripping down his face, and it took him a long time to answer:

"...It will be much better. At least, in the next few years, it will be much better..."

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