Chapter 378 I Finished Washing It Alive Hahahaha!

What?

you?

Clean your lungs?

Grete almost suspected that he was hallucinating. Your Majesty, I just said that Master Tarbot is too old to wash his lungs...but he is only over 350 years old! You are already 400 years old!

400 years old!

For a moment, a majestic song seemed to ring in Gretel’s ears:

"I really want to live another five hundred years——"

He shook his head vigorously. At the same time, Master Hemond took a step forward and pulled him behind him.

Gretel: "..." That's not necessary...

"No, you can't do it either." Grete's face darkened. He broke free from Master Ximond's hand, stepped forward, and stood directly in front of the king:

"You are too old. This treatment method is suitable for younger patients with milder symptoms."

To be precise, patients with stage 0 pneumoconiosis and stage I pneumoconiosis have better outcomes, stage II patients have worse outcomes, and stage III patients have even worse outcomes. Of course, this does not need to be explained in detail...

"Hey, even though I am old, I am still in good health!" The king stood in front of Gretel with a smile and refused to go away. He raised his palms and beat his chest loudly:

"Even though I'm four hundred years old, when I was young, I was a level 15 warrior! Even now, young man, your physical strength may not be as strong as mine. If you don't believe me, let's break your wrist and give it a try?"

You are in good health so there is no need to abdicate!

Gretel silently cursed. He took a deep breath and was still about to argue, but Vigeland had already taken a step forward and turned half sideways to face the old king. Grete's short and squat torso was blocked in front of Gretel. Although due to the influence of his height, the blocking effect was not in place at all, and it did not prevent him from speaking loudly:

"Your Majesty, let me do it! I am young and in good health!"

"I'll do it!" Gavin jumped up: "I'm younger! I'm in better health! It's my grandfather who's sick, I should be allowed to try!"

"You still want to participate in choosing the king! I'll do it!"

"I!"

The dwarves quarreled. Their thick and short arms were waving at each other, almost starting to fight on the spot. Grete took a step back, another step, another step...

Hey, no one asked me if I wanted to do it?

"Do you still want to do it now?" A gentle laugh sounded. Gretel suddenly turned around and met the smiling eyes of Master Hemond. His smile was half indulgent and half curious:

"You started tossing about this on the ship. I thought you wanted to gain more bargaining chips. But now that the negotiations are over, you are still trying. Do you think you can help them?"

Gretel quickly looked around. Master Hemond shook his finger:

"It's okay, I've set up a sound barrier. -Hey, let's get back to the topic, is lung washing really effective?"

"It's really useful. If the symptoms are mild, washing it once can relieve the symptoms for two to three years. The chest will not be tight or painful. But it is also very dangerous... It took me so long to achieve all animal experiments successfully..."

The two mages chatted quietly and retreated to the corner of the tent. As he backed away, Grete suddenly felt a stiffness behind his back, as if there was something blocking him.

Turning around suddenly, an old dwarf stood behind him with a smile, holding a long staff diagonally in his right hand, and the white light on the staff head flickered slightly. Grete recognized him as one of the elders attending the banquet. Just as he was about to salute, the old dwarf winked at him:

"Mr. Master, how young a patient must be for you to be confident?"

"I didn't say I wanted to be cured!" Gretel almost jumped up. The old dwarf smiled so hard that he narrowed his old eyes, and with a hint of cunning in his kindness, he waved his hand:

"Hey, I've seen everything you just said. - No way, as you live a long time, you can always learn some things that you don't have, such as human language, such as lip reading..."

Gretel wanted to roll his eyes. The old dwarf suddenly stopped smiling and said seriously:

"Mr. Mage, I have lived for almost 400 years, and I can see good intentions and bad intentions most clearly. You are a friend of our dwarves, and you came here with the intention of helping us." He took a step forward and gently placed his palm on Gretel's wrist. superior:

"Injuries during mining and casting have troubled us for thousands of years. As long as you have a way, even if you are only half sure, we are willing to ask you to try."

After speaking, he stroked his white beard, bent down deeply, and bowed to Gretel. The dwarf was already short, so when he bowed, his head almost touched Gretel's knees. Gretel hurriedly helped:

"Hey you——"

Grete used all his strength to lift the old dwarf up, and he was already sweating from the effort. At this point, there was no point in going around in circles anymore. Master Ximond simply took everyone to sit down and spoke seriously:

First, lung washing is very dangerous. If you are not lucky, it is not surprising that half of the people will die. If something goes wrong, the dwarf kingdom must not hold them accountable and must ensure Gretel's safety in the royal city;

Second, the recipients sign up voluntarily and are chosen by Gretel. No one can force anyone he doesn’t want to treat;

Third, the dwarves must send out the best healers to help, providing healing techniques at any time to ensure safety...

One, two, three and four were explained clearly, and he even spread out a magic scroll and solemnly drafted the contract. The dwarf elder presided over the prayer to God the Father. In the flash of white light, the king bit his finger and a bloody fingerprint fell on the scroll.

On the parliament side, Archmage Serrano, who came after hearing the news, led Master Xiemond and Grete to leave magic marks one after another. After all the procedures were completed, Grete turned around again——

Led by Prince Rosegar, Gavin, Jinna, and Master Talbot's disciple Vigeland, there was a bustling crowd, with twenty or thirty people standing in front of him.

"...What are you here for?"

Grete had a headache just looking at him like that. The prince raised his eyebrows and smiled calmly:

"If something is good for the tribe but is dangerous, of course I should be the first to try it. Right?"

Gretel: "...Get out!"

This movement shocked more than a hundred people even in the Fire Hammer Tribe. Early the next morning, when the operation started, there were people standing on three floors outside the door. In addition to the elder who presided over the signing yesterday, there were five priests standing at the bedside of Vigeland, who was the first to receive treatment:

"Don't be afraid, as long as you don't die on the spot, we can save you!"

Grete: "...It's not that dangerous..."

He was already familiar with rabbits, so when he switched to dwarves, he only needed a little more water. After the local anesthesia was applied, the vines entered silently with the Secret Eye. As soon as they turned half a circle, the dwarves in the room pointed at the light screen reflected by the Secret Eye and started talking loudly:

"It's so dark!"

"Yes, it's pitch black!"

"We don't have all this in our lungs, right?"

"No wonder the more work you do, the more uncomfortable your chest becomes. With so much dust, can you not feel uncomfortable?"

Gretel smiled slightly, not surprised at all. Seeing his "I knew it earlier" look, the dwarf priests became more trusting. They stared at his hands with 12 eyes and waited for him to make a move. Even the questioning voices became quiet.

Grete took his time and picked up a few seeds on his fingertips, urging the vines to grow inwards. One goes to the left, one goes to the right. The one going to the left is particularly enlarged in the middle, blocking the bronchus, and pure oxygen is fed in; the one going to the right waits for the lung lobe to completely deflate, and then pours sterile saline into it. …

Inject, extract!

"Come out, come out!" The five dwarf priests stretched their heads to look. The extracted liquid fell into the negative pressure drainage bottle, in small streams, and soon half of the jar was accumulated:

"There's so much dust in there! A bottle of water is black, no wonder it's called lung cleaning!"

Inject and withdraw physiological saline; inject and withdraw. Grete strictly followed the operating procedures. After washing the lungs three times, he gave high-flow oxygen until the blood oxygen saturation returned to normal. Then inject again, then withdraw...

Repeat three times a cycle, nine times in total, until the drawn liquid changes from turbid to clear. Then, switch to one lung lobe and continue washing the lungs.

It was all over, the anesthetic spell was lifted, and Vigeland jumped up.

"I'm fine! I finished washing it alive!"

Grete: "...Get out! I thought I was taking a bath for you if I didn't know!"

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