Chapter 390 No One Is Willing to Accept Lung Cleaning? (Red Comet Marswand Reward Three Updates)

There was a silent commotion in the conference hall.

Several dwarf elders stroked their beards. From their standpoint, if Gretel is willing to prove it, that is the best; if he is not willing, then they can't say anything.

After all, the affairs of the dwarves belong to the dwarves themselves and should not be left to their friends or brothers.

Archmage Serrano and Mage Hemond exchanged glances. As mages, they could naturally imagine how many flaws there were in this proof; however, they were concerned about the relationship between the council and the dwarves, so they could not stop it on the spot.

Whether you agree or not depends on Gretel.

And the other side...

Opposite the mages, Bishop Klind, who was protected by two glorious knights, tried his best to hide the hatred in his eyes. Damn it, it's this little mage again!

Treat savages, treat little boys, treat dwarves, treat them wherever you go! There are new tricks every day!

If it hadn't been for him, Lord Genoni wouldn't have been able to force himself to study the magical lung-cleansing technique!

If he accuses himself of murder...

Klind quietly reached into his pocket with his right hand. Next to Gretel, the silver-haired elf ranger twitched his nose and silently took half a step.

Gretel didn't pay attention to the undercurrent in the hall. In fact, he did not look at any of those people, but looked deeply and quietly at the dwarf who made the request.

Look at his undried tears, look at his wet beard, look at the corpse at his feet. I watched the red in his eyes gradually fade and disappear, from being arrogant to shrinking, from raising his head to lowering his head, before slowly and firmly shaking his head:

"Sorry. I will not treat you for this reason."

"you……?"

"Treatment is treatment." Gretel said seriously. He touched the space bag and held the oak staff in his hand. The tail of the stick landed on the ground, and the four green leaves on the head of the stick swayed automatically in the absence of wind:

"Treatment is to help those who need it. It is not a force used to attack. It cannot and should not be used to prove that other people's treatment is out of malicious intent."

Even medical evaluations are not done this way. It does not mean that if one doctor's treatment fails and another doctor succeeds in performing the same treatment on other patients, it can prove that the former is maliciously harming others.

Medical malpractice requires a more careful and professional certification process. As for intentional homicide, that belongs to the criminal category and has nothing to do with medicine.

His expression was soft and his tone was firm. Combined with the oak staff he is holding in his hand, he actually looks like a pastor with deep compassion. Beckett looked at him blankly for a while, then lowered his head:

"I, I know..."

The two magicians exchanged glances and nodded to each other. The dwarf elder lowered his eyes slightly, helpless. Serira, on the other hand, looked at Gretel's rare serious look and then looked at the oak staff in his hand, and laughed out loud with a "poof" sound.

The dwarf elder coughed. The elf ranger was a distant visitor, and she was a young lady. It was hard for him to accuse her of ruining the atmosphere, so he could only pretend that he didn't hear or see her laughing. He stared at Bishop Klinde and trimmed his beard majestically:

"In this case, let's assume that you are well-intentioned. However, it is a fact that good people were put to death by your priests. We respect the Lord of Glory, but from now on, please do not spread your word outside your residence. The gods are gone!"

The last sentence was extremely serious. Bishop Klind had a serious face and did not nod in approval, nor did he refute. Gretel didn't need to be involved in what happened next. When he saw the elders talking about compensation with Bishop Klinde, he just found a reason, said goodbye and slipped out.

"Oh! You looked so funny just now!" Cerira couldn't help laughing as soon as she went out. Seeing Gretel looking at her helplessly, she smiled even more happily:

"I wanted to see you beat up those bastards! You actually let them go! - By the way, do you think they killed people on purpose, or by accident?"

"...It must have been accidental." Gretel sighed:

"Actually, it's useless even if you are very careful. Lung washing is very difficult to do. If the patient's condition is slightly worse, he will die easily. These people are not taught by me. I guess they don't know what to do and what to do. The situation cannot be done.”

"Then they made their own decision! Humph! They deserve it! So did those dwarves, why didn't they ask you to do it? - Hey, when will you do it next time, remember to call me to see it!"

"It's coming soon... Before I set off to go up the mountain, there were more than 20 people waiting in line..."

Gretel, who promised the silver dragon girl "Soon, soon", encountered unexpected trouble. He went to see Vigeland to check back on his postoperative condition. As soon as he arrived at the door, he heard the loud voices of the dwarves arguing:

"Why don't you dare! Look at me, isn't it great!"

"But... it's really dangerous... Look, two people are dead over there. What if I die too?"

"They don't understand at all! The method of washing the lungs was invented by Grete. He knows how to do it. How does the other side know? Without asking a question, you just use magic to pour water. You will definitely die!"

"...To be honest, it seems safer to use magic to fill the water...the tube is pushed in and the tube is pulled out, it feels even scarier..."

"Coward! Forget it, I'll find someone else!"

Vigeland was furious, turned around and ran out, bumping into Gretel. Seeing that Grete was unable to advance or retreat, he scratched his gray beard. For a moment, he was even more embarrassed than Grete:

"Uh...that guy...I..."

"You have such a loud voice!" Grete quickly changed the subject and said:

"You seem to be very energetic. Are you recovering? You haven't been feeling unwell these past few days, right?"

"No, no!" Vigeland suddenly became active, raised his hand and slapped his chest:

"Much better! Thanks to you for helping with the treatment. Come, let's find a place and talk slowly!"

According to Vigeland's character, or according to the character of any dwarf, if he encounters such a good thing, he will decisively find a tavern. You can't express your joy and gratitude without getting drunk and then inviting the whole pub to have a few drinks.

Gretel was dragging him around, or in other words, he showed the intention of dragging him around. The silver dragon girl smiled and held his hand before dragging him back to his home to sit down. Gretel took out his stethoscope and listened to every part of his chest, back, heart sounds, and lung sounds, and then asked him to measure his vital capacity:

"emmmm...the recovery is pretty good. It has increased by more than 15% compared to before the operation, and it has also increased to a certain extent compared to the last measurement."

Gretel gave his evaluation with a smile while writing the record as quickly as possible. As I write and write, there is a purr, a purr, a purr...

"Serila! Why are you bragging about this!"

"It's fun! Let's see how much I can blow!"

"..." With your transformation technique, how do you change the organs in your body? Looking at such a slender person, you can blow out a 20-liter can that is big enough for a barbarian!

In any case, Vigeland's forced expiratory volume in 1 second, vital capacity, and maximum ventilation, the three major indices of lung function, have all improved greatly. In other words, on the basis of receiving the blessing of treatment techniques and rapid recovery after surgery, there can be further improvements——

Vigeland pulled another subject over and tested it again, and the results were almost the same. The two dwarves became more interested in chatting, and even put on armor, picked up war hammers, and had a live battle——

Very good, I know that your recovery is very good and you can already do strenuous exercise!

"No one is willing to do it now." Vigeland sighed:

"A bunch of cowards, I told Gretel that it would be okay for him to take action, but they still retreated!"

How can we promote lung washing technology like this? Obviously there are so many people who hope to receive treatment. Not to mention complete cure, at least they can get better!

Gretel was silent. The promotion of the same technology depends on doctors and the cooperation of patients. If there really are no dwarves willing to accept treatment——

As far as medical ethics is concerned, everyone has the right to dispose of their own body, and doctors must obtain the patient's informed consent for any treatment. If they don't want to be cured, then they won't be cured.

——Besides, whether to treat or not to treat, patients and their families often have many factors other than medical treatment to consider. There are some things that one knows whether they are good or bad, and it is not something that a doctor can comment on.

After years of working in the emergency department, Gretel has seen too many things in his past life.

"The only option is to die." He said calmly. Seeing Vigeland looking at him with wide eyes in surprise, Gretel shrugged, spread his hands and smiled:

"Otherwise, what should I do? We can't just tie them up and treat them! Then what will happen to me?"

One step forward is Dr. Zombie in Plants vs. Zombies. Two steps forward is a certain notorious numerical unit...

The boundaries of medical ethics protect both patients and doctors, and they must not be crossed!

"But what should we do?" Vigeland asked anxiously. Seeing Gretel smiling and saying nothing, he stamped his foot:

"Don't be angry with them, I...I'll find someone right now! Don't worry, we can always find hundreds of people who are willing to receive treatment! Before you leave, I must learn this technique!"

I'm afraid it's not that easy.

Good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles. If they want to offset the impact of killing people, Vigeland and the others may have to put in hundreds of times the effort.

Gretel did have other plans, but he didn't want to say it. He just smiled:

"Well, come on."

"No need to look for it!"

With a creak, the door opened wide. A heavy step stepped in:

"Look, can you do it on me?"

"Prince Rosega..."

Grete almost sighed.

In fact, this candidate couldn't be better: young, with mild symptoms, strong recovery ability, and meets all the patient's conditions;

He has a high status and great influence. If he can win the battle to choose the king, he will undoubtedly be a living advertisement for lung cleaning treatment...

Moreover, improving lung function is also an effective way to improve his combat effectiveness and ensure victory in the king-selecting battle.

"There are still seven days until the full moon. Look at Vigeland. He has recovered very well in seven days." Prince Rothergar smiled confidently at Gretel:

"If you agree, I will immediately go to my father and sign another contract with the council. Don't worry, even if there is an error in the treatment, or I lose the battle to choose the king, I will never blame you."

Cerela blinked, looking at this and that. He wanted to reach out and pull Gretel, but knowing that the matter was serious, he raised his hand several times and put it down again. Gretel sighed and smiled:

"Can I still refuse to agree?"

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