Chapter 408 Target: Dragon Nest!

"I have a little sister next door in my hometown..."

Gretel stroked the rabbit's fur, spoke in a gentle voice, and started from the beginning. The silver dragon girl sat across from her with her knees clasped, listening intently. With every movement of her fingertips, the phantom silently changed:

Blood vessels, heart, lungs, blood vessels with a hole...

"So, you just want to insert a vine in, direct the healing power, and plug the hole? Can it be cured now?"

"Not yet."

"What's missing?"

"For example, there is a magic that can directly see the heart current, so that I can know whether the heart beats normally; for example, there is a magic that allows me to see exactly where the vines are; for example, I want to know how to insert a silver wire into it. , will the blood coagulate and block blood vessels..."

Gretel stretched out a palm and bent his fingers one by one to explain to her. Every time she said something, Cerira's waist sank a little. When Gretel clenched his fingers into fists, she buried her head on her knees and swayed:

"Ugh...I don't know how to do it, so I can't help..."

"This...it doesn't matter, it's already difficult..."

Gretel tried to comfort her. Each technical difficulty in these requirements means one or even more than one Nobel Prize, or the condensation of the top level of the human pharmaceutical industry and the hard work of millions or tens of millions of people for generations.

It's not strange that he can't do it. If the local aborigines can use magic to get around it, they are the strongest among the strong!

"It's okay! I can't do it, but my aunt can definitely do it! Gretel, when we get to the mountain, I'll ask my aunt for help! Let's speed up -"

"Wait, wait! Just walk slowly on the ground like this!" Gretel quickly stopped her:

"Wait until I do more experiments and get the vine insertion part done, then I can solve the other problems!"

"How long will it take?"

"Oh, wouldn't it be nice to just walk all the way and help the patients on the way?"

This reason easily convinced Serrela. As a silver dragon, she took an instinctive pleasure in helping the weak, the sick, and those in need. Anyway, if half a month or a month passes, I won’t be able to find my aunt——

From the time a silver dragon becomes pregnant until the hatchling hatches, it will take at least a few years, okay?

With Leon showing the way and Bernard driving and caring for the animals, the trip went very smoothly. Serila followed him, and every night, she could see endless new tricks:

Laparoscopic surgery for appendicitis…

Vine (laryngoscope) to remove fish bones...

Craniotomy to induce congestion...

Poor fracture healing, interruption of reconnection...

Tendon continuation…

Remove gallstones, remove kidney stones, remove bladder stones, remove tophi...

Naturally, if he met a dwarf who met the indications for lung cleaning, and if he strongly requested it, Gretel would have to go back to his old job and clean the other person's lungs.

Such treatment, of course, cannot be without remuneration. Regardless of whether they are dwarves or barbarians, there is no such thing as unrequited kindness or defaulting on medical bills in their dictionary.

Therefore, not only were accommodation and meals free along the way, but the villagers along the way also threw their valuables onto the caravan——

"No need! It's really not necessary!" Every time the treatment is completed, Miss Silver Dragon's biggest entertainment is to watch Gretel stretch out his hands and block left and right:

"Take back the gold coins! Take back the silver collar and the silver pot! If you really want to pay me, just give me a live rabbit!—Two at most!"

Although Silver Dragon also loves treasures, she does not covet them if they are not her own rewards. Rather than treating the villagers yourself and then earning some gold coins and treasures, it would be more fun to watch Gretel's various strange treatment methods and then watch him try to refund the rewards~~~

Even if it was a rabbit or something, Gretel didn't want much. One per day, maximum two. These live rabbits—or sometimes piglets and lambs—were used by Grete in cardiac interventional practice.

puncture!

Insert the vine!

Probe into the heart and activate the healing technique!

After practice, keep them in the rear of the caravan for a few days and observe them closely. Finally, those small animals that died abnormally during the process or survived strongly will be disemboweled and dissected in detail under the Great knife. Check for blood clots, myocardial infarction, or other complications...

Finally, of course, add oil, add salt, add chili——

Roast rabbit legs!

Spicy Bunny!

Braised rabbit!

Rabbit stewed with radish!

"Gretel! You actually ate the rabbit's head!"

On the rolling carriage, Miss Silver Dragon murmured and stretched out her hand to grab the rabbit meat. While chewing, he hissed and stuck out his tongue, which made his eyes full of tears. Even so, the movements are no slower than humans.

"Ha...ha..." No, my hands shook when I was cooking and I added too much chili.

Grete breathed out and handed over a can of milk. With a flick of his finger, a freezing ray fell into the milk can:

"Drink this, the fastest way to relieve spicy food..."

Anyway, Silver Dragon is not afraid of getting fat!

Two people, one piece for you and one piece for me, will share a rabbit. Bernard sat on the shaft and enjoyed the other one to himself. As for the necromancer Leon, unfortunately he couldn't eat spicy food...

Walk all the way, heal all the way, eat all the way. The carriage winds its way north, becoming increasingly desolate and sparsely populated as it goes. From being able to encounter roadside stalls every noon, to being able to encounter villages only at night, to walking all day without seeing anyone. After not seeing anyone for two consecutive days, on the evening of the third day, Serila finally pulled the reins of the horse at the entrance of the village:

"Leon, please stop here." Silver Dragon looked at the snow caps on the mountains in the north, his clear eyes shining brightly under the sunset, almost shining golden:

"This is the last village. We don't know how long we will stay at my aunt's place. You can wait here or return, but it's best not to follow us."

"Yes, I will obey your orders." The Necromancer bowed his head respectfully. Along the way, he had some guesses about Serira's identity, but he didn't dare to reveal it. After answering, he turned to Gretel and performed a mage salute:

"Thank you for your guidance along the way, Master Nordmark. I will wait here until early summer next year, and look forward to meeting you again before then."

They spent their last night in the village. Early the next morning, the three abandoned their horses and caravan, Gretel on horseback, Cerela and Bernard on foot, and walked into the wilderness side by side. After the village disappeared from sight, Cerela couldn't wait to transform back into her dragon form, grabbing Gretel with one paw and Bernard with the other:

"It's killing me! Gretel, let's go!"

The dragon wings spread out and soared into the sky.

The cold wind blows in my face. Moors, rocks and meadows passed beneath their feet. Grete looked up under the dragon's claws. The mountains to the north were getting closer and closer——

Over rivers, over cliffs, over canyons. Seeing that they had reached the foot of the mountain, the young silver dragon suddenly fell to the ground and kept panting.

"I'll take a rest before taking you up... I'm so tired..."

She was almost lying on the ground, her shining silver wings gently fluttering, and puffs of hot air exhaled from her nostrils. Just as Grete was about to step forward, she heard a soft female voice floating in the air:

"No, you come up alone. As for these two little ones - let them climb the mountain."

"aunt!"

Serila suddenly looked up.