Chapter 439 Even if You Overeat, You Will Die! (The Leader of Riding Tiger and Pig Ye Will Add 2 Updates)

The treatment of spellcasters is obviously more than one level higher than that of ordinary barbarians.

The host tribe specially set up a large house for them, located in the heart of Akula, in the center of the host village. The exterior walls of the house were painted a striking white, and there was a hall in the middle with dozens of desks scattered around.

There are several small rooms arranged around the hall, and there are walkways leading to the back. Gretel glanced at it and thought in his mind:

Outpatient hall, clinic 1, clinic 2, clinic 3...

The hall was filled with smoke. The table is filled with all kinds of food and drinks. Behind the table, the fur on the couch is so thick and soft that you won't want to get up when you lie down on it. The spellcasters, or in other words, the elders and wise men of each village, were eating, drinking, and talking in front of their desks and couches.

Oh, and they smoke.

Not necessarily all tobacco leaves. In fact, Gretel only smelled a little nicotine in the room full of smoke - probably because of poverty.

God knows what they were burning. In short, since ancient times, humans have been innovating in smoking materials:

What sesame leaves, papaya leaves, lotus leaves, wild rice leaves. Also, corn cobs and the like...

But no matter what, PM2.5, oh no, PM10, the index is very high!

Gretel quickly used a bubble technique for himself. He calmly entered despite the bubbles. Suddenly, eyes from all directions were focused on him:

who is this?

I don’t know him, I’ve never seen him, he’s not from our tribe—not from any tribe!

Young, still human, with a young and beautiful elf by his side?

His doubtful eyes fell on Gretel, then followed his arm and landed on the head of the oak staff in his hand. One, two, three, four, five, five green leaves?

Most of the spellcasters turned their heads and nodded to Gretel, expressing either strong or weak kindness. In the center of the inside of the hall, an old man wearing a feather crown and a snow-white feather cloak stood up with a smile and opened his arms:

"Young spellcasters, young elves, welcome you! No matter where you are from, Akula welcomes any friends with good intentions! Please enjoy everything here, treat this place as your own home, and make the guests feel Being restrained means that the master has lost his honor!”

Well... there is no need to take honor so seriously. Grete leaned on the oak staff and bowed slightly in return:

"I am a traveler from afar. I heard that there are many brilliant healers here, so I came here to travel and gain more knowledge. Please give me a seat so that I can listen to the experiences of the elders."

"Haha, it's easy to talk." The old man Yu Guan raised his hand, and someone immediately added a table and couch to his right, and arranged for Grete and the others to sit down. There were envious looks from all around. It was obvious that this arrangement was a complete VIP treatment.

Then, barbecue, stew, bread, and wine were placed on the table one after another, showing off the hospitality. There was even a pile of fruits that were rare in the wilderness, specially placed in front of Cerela, obviously to entertain Miss Elf.

Gretel smiled and nodded to the old man in thanks, then pricked up his ears to listen to their chat. As a tribal elder, he knows more or less some healing techniques, but his ideas are different from those of priests and medical magicians, and are quite strange. Gretel was listening, and it was really eye-opening:

"If a tumor slides under your finger, it's a sarcoma and you can treat it with fire."

"If the tumor is as hard as a rock, obviously you're going to have to use a knife to fix it."

"If soldiers are bitten in the wild and cannot come back for a while, I tell them that you can make a mixture of oil, honey and roasted wheat flour, apply it to the wound, and then cover it with fresh meat. Wait until the meat If it is no longer fresh, it must be replaced..."

Gretel was frightened by all the strange thoughts. He tried hard to keep a low profile and not argue with these healers. He listened and looked around:

By the way, how high are the spellcasting levels of these people?

Unlike priests who wear rank marks, and magicians who wear badges. The barbarian spellcasters are all dressed up in different styles, and at a glance, it's impossible to tell their level. From their dressing up, we can only roughly understand the spells they are good at, or the source of their natural power:

Some wear feather cloaks, some wear antlers on their heads, some have beast tusks or raptor claws hanging under their necks, and some wear a bronze mirror on their chest and a string of bells on their skirts. Bear skins, wolf skins, leopard skins, deer skins, feathers, all kinds, enough to open a herbarium.

"...Hey, young healer, what type of healing techniques are you good at?"

Suddenly, the voice of the old man Yu Guan interrupted Gretel's thoughts. Gretel came back to his senses, lowered his head respectfully, and answered softly:

"I have a special method that allows me to roughly see what's going on inside the human body and perform treatments based on the observations."

Although I don’t know what level this old man is, the feather crown he wears on his head seems to come from the feathers of a level 15 magical creature, the Lightning Eagle. This alone deserves his caution and respect.

Besides, there are records in the council that among the barbarians, there are also strong men above level 15, even legendary level. Otherwise, even in such a bitter cold place, they would not be able to occupy it peacefully. Slave traders would have already come knocking on their door.

"oh?"

"real?"

"Tsk tsk..."

There was a slight commotion in the hall. Observing the inside of the human body is the ability that every healer dreams of!

Although there are many spellcasters in the hall who can call upon the power of nature and treat injuries and illnesses, they still hope to have a way to understand the conditions inside the human body.

After all, in many cases, they can only rely on guessing...

The old man with feather crown coughed hard. There was silence in the hall. Only Gretel continued to state with a smile at the old man's signal:

"Of course, this kind of observation is quite rough and has many limitations. So I came here this time to find some ways to enhance my detection capabilities."

"for example?"

"For example, I contract a totem spirit and let it become my eyes to explore the inside of the human body."

There was another round of whispering in the hall. This time, the old man Yu Guan did not stop him. He thought for a moment and raised his hand to Gretel:

"Totem spirits are not our subordinates or property, but our comrades and partners who have been fighting side by side for many years. Young spellcaster, if you want to take away a totem spirit, you must prove your goodwill and value—— "

I don't intend to ask for it empty-handed. Gretel nodded naturally:

"No problem. So what do I need to do?"

"The people of the Black Gate God welcome all friends. Before you came, Gushan and Whitefen recommended you, saying that you have helped a lot of our people and have good intentions towards us." The old man looked majestic and said in a calm voice:

"Young healer, first of all, we hope to see if your healing ability is worthy of our partner."

Well, a very reasonable request. But Grete looked left and right, where was the patient? Where are the wounded?

Not necessarily. In order to test my healing ability, why don't you give me a leg to treat at a discount?

The way he looked around, his thoughts were almost written on his face. The old man in Yuguan couldn't help laughing and smiled:

"You don't have to look for it. Children will always come up with something to do in such a conference. As long as you sit here, after a while, the wounded will definitely be brought over - well, take this opportunity to introduce yourself. , I am Brock from the Eagle Department, what is your name, and where are you from?”

"Grete Nordmark, from Nevis." Grete answered honestly. Just as we were about to exchange a few more words, a soldier suddenly rushed in from outside the hall and shouted from a distance:

"Great Elder, help! - Bunker is full again!"

"Eating too much? Let him vomit after eating enough!" Elder Brock said angrily. Gretel noticed that he glanced at her secretly, his gaze was very subtle. Maybe, you think it's too embarrassing for you to treat a guy who's overeating?

"No! He can't spit it out!" the soldier replied urgently. He stood on tiptoe, then came down, then stood up again. He was obviously restraining himself from rushing forward and dragging the elder away:

"He has a severe stomachache and is sweating all the time! I have never seen his face so pale! Elder, Bunker is really in trouble this time. Please save him!"

"...I'll go see him." Gretel sighed and stood up. Even if you are overeating, you cannot take it lightly. Overeating will really kill you!

Or, it can cause acute gastric dilatation, leading to severe dehydration of the body, reduced effective blood volume, peripheral circulation failure and death;

Or, the stomach will be burst, causing septic shock and death;

Or, eating a large amount of food at one time may lead to acute pancreatitis, which will be painful to death...

In his previous life, he had treated a patient who was a big eater who was a mukbang practitioner. When it was delivered, it was said that I had just eaten 20 burgers in one go...

Anyway, after that operation, the doctors, nurses, and anesthesiologists in the operating room didn't order hamburgers for a month.

"Then bring him over." Elder Brock sighed. Soon, a tall and strong warrior with long arms and legs was carried in with a whole bear skin:

He was naked from the waist up, lying on his back, and there was a lot of oil from his mouth to his chest. Her belly was swollen, like a pregnant woman who was ten months pregnant. Elder Brock only glanced at him and turned his head with a dark face:

"Lord Noordmark——"

Grete squatted over without him opening his mouth. First look at the face, pale, with cold sweat, lips a little white, no cyanosis. Look at the eyes again. They are flexible and can move with others. Well, the mind seems to be awake.

To be on the safe side, he threw [Proficient in Language] to the other party. He touched his forehead, stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, and asked in a low voice:

"May I have your name?"

"Bunker..."

The warrior on the ground struggled to answer. At the same time, Elder Brock responded:

"His name is Bunker!"

Didn’t you just say that? Is this young healer distracted or something?

"Shh!" Gretel whispered to stop him. It's a physical examination, don't interfere! Well, the patient can answer calls and his own name... Gretel silently made a note in the little notebook in his heart:

He is conscious and in good spirits. The abdomen is obviously distended, but the body temperature and heartbeat are still normal...

"So how much did you eat?"

"Just half a deer..."

Grete's vision went dark.

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