Chapter 357 Why Did You Insert Vines Into the Deer’s Nostrils?

"Grete, what exactly is that boy's disease? Can it be cured?"

Master Hemond grabbed Gretel and asked curiously. Grete lay flat on the carriage, weakly opened his eyes and looked at him, not wanting to say a word. Master Hemond didn't think he was neglecting him: everyone can see Gretel's consumption, right?

If you ask Grete, he will definitely say: Of course, the total length of the human intestine is about four times the height. Just for this little savage, the vines could travel five to six meters inside his body, touching them inch by inch!

To advance the vine, to control the direction of the light source and mystical eye, to control the position and depth of the cut... This is not a colonoscopy in the previous life. Every movement of the vine, and even its existence itself, is maintained by his mental power. !

For several hours, I stared at the light screen without blinking, unable to relax my concentration at all. By the time the treatment was completed, Gretel was almost exhausted.

Seeing Grete's face pale and unable to stand up, the owner of Bolu's shop quickly sent a carriage as a reward and sent a man to help him drive to the next accommodation. The first is to escort, the second is to ask the shopkeeper behind to help take care of it, and the third...

Thirdly, of course, to brag/remind the people behind me that there is a miracle doctor in this team who can cure diseases that others cannot cure, and he doesn’t charge much!

The barbarian is tall and has long legs, and the carriage is also extremely wide, with the wheels reaching Gretel's chest. In the past, Grete had heard that "anyone taller than the wheel would be killed" and thought it was cruel. Now that he saw such a big wheel with his own eyes, he suddenly had an idea:

The child who is taller than a wheel must have remembered things and held grudges...

In such a big car, it would be no problem to fit a family into the carriage, and it would have to be a family of barbarians. Master Hemond climbed into the car openly, using the pretext of taking care of Gretel and looking for an opportunity to chat with him. Seeing Gretel looking at him silently, he said "Hey" and waved outward:

"I have blocked the sound so that no one outside can hear it. Please, tell me, come on, come on, I'll give you this secret eye ring in exchange!"

Gretel reluctantly opened his eyes and took a look. Shimond was rocking an exaggerated ring with a tourmaline at the top - maybe an opal? In short, he swayed up, down, left, and right, and after a circle, the arc light on the gem passed from left to right, as if a pair of eyes were opened.

Then, a translucent secret eye floated up...

"Ah, no need. This disease is very rare and rarely encountered." Gretel turned half over on the pillow blearily. Although he really wants this ring - with this, he doesn't have to ask the Archmage for gastroscopy, colonoscopy and various endoscopy - but this little knowledge is really not worth a piece of magic equipment!

Mainly, the prevalence of this disease is between one in 8,000 and one in 200,000. After Master Hemond has satisfied his curiosity, he may never meet him again in his life...

"His disease is called Pigmented Polyp Syndrome, also known as Peutz-Jeghers Syndrome." Grete swallowed "P-J Syndrome" back into his stomach and went directly to the topic:

"It is a genetic disease, that is to say, if the father or mother has it, the children will have it, and the grandchildren will also have it. The main characteristic is that a large number of polyps will appear in the entire digestive tract - that is, the stomach, small intestine, large intestine, and rectum, and a large number of Meaning, more than 100."

Wizard Hemond took a breath of air. While watching Grete's treatment, a basin of sarcoma was cut out, which was already shocking. Hearing the number was even more terrifying. 100 pieces! How long can a person's intestines be, grow 100 sarcomas, and still live well?

"You can tell at a glance that he has a sarcoma in his stomach?"

"I probably know." Grete nodded sleepily:

"This disease has an obvious feature, which is that there are many dark spots on and around the lips, palms, toes or fingers, which may also be brown spots. Because there are many polyps and the scope is wide, there is no way to cure them with surgery, only bit by bit. Cut out the polyps..."

The voice gradually faded. Master Ximond comforted him kindly:

"It's okay, just cut it off and it will be fine. Didn't the child get cured by you..."

"It won't be good. In a few years, it will definitely grow." Grete shook his head sadly. In his previous life, he treated a patient with PJ syndrome. Afterwards, he checked papers to learn about the prognosis. What he saw was that among the 31 patients with Peutz-Jeghers polyp syndrome who were followed up after surgery, the 1-year polyp recurrence rate was 46.1%, and the 5-year recurrence rate was 100%.

"And these polyps will grow into malignant tumors in the intestines and other organs, slowly devouring his life. Generally speaking, they can develop to this extent in their 30s..."

Another paper summarizing 240 cases showed that the probability of malignant transformation in patients was 24.2%, and the average age when malignant transformation was diagnosed was 33 years old.

"More than 30 years old?" Master Ximond laughed:

"Grete, do you think these barbarians can live to be 40 years old? When they get older, they will go hunting, hunting whales, hunting seals, sea lions, and walruses, and working as mercenaries to make money. Those who can live to 30 years old safely People, less than half!”

Grete finally felt a little better. Also, can a society with a life expectancy of 70 years be the same as a society with a life expectancy of 40 years? At least, the cancer incidence rate in the former is definitely much higher than that in the latter...

He fell asleep in the car, and when he woke up, his mental strength finally recovered to 50% to 60%. When I jumped off the carriage, I saw that it was already dark and a group of people were busy preparing to move in. Seeing Gretel get out of the car, a group of people quickly gathered around:

"Master Mage, could you please take a look at my mother?"

"Master Mage, my son always grinds his teeth when sleeping, and he never gets better..."

"Master Mage, I have a bump on my neck..."

Gretel: "..."

what's the situation?

what happened?

It's not that I don't want to be treated...but, can you go and line up first?

"What are you doing! Disperse! Disperse! Master Mage hasn't eaten yet! Why are you making such a fuss!"

Fortunately, the hotel owner rushed to save him. Men and women, tall and short, barbarians, dwarves, and ordinary humans, scattered with a roar. Grete looked at their dim appearance instantly, and felt a little unbearable:

"Uh... wait until I finish eating..."

Fortunately, I didn't encounter any incurable diseases this night. Gretel threw healing spells, operated the knife, gave medicine, and provided treatment suggestions. It only took an hour to complete the process. As for medical expenses...

"Give me a live sheep?"

"..."

"No? Then you can give two live rabbits...after all, rabbits are relatively small and easy to kill..."

"Can we use live deer? We just killed all the sheep..."

So, when setting off the next day, Grete sat in the carriage and focused on dealing with the live deer. The barbarian driving the car was replaced, and the local shopkeeper sent a guy to take Gretel directly to the next accommodation. And Bernard sat cross-legged opposite the carriage, stretching out his hands...

"Bernard, help me hold down its head! Don't let it move! Open its mouth!"

"What are you doing again?" Master Ximond came in again to take a look:

"Why are you torturing this deer? Okay, why are you inserting vines into its nostrils?"

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It feels very uncomfortable to write this chapter today, especially when I was looking up information and saw a 100% polyp recurrence rate and a 24.2% malignant transformation rate in five years...

The medical advice given by doctors is to have a colonoscopy every two years, or even every year, to remove polyps...