Chapter 517 Magical Fat Reduction or Surgical Tumor Resection? (Additional Updates with 10,000 Bonuses)

"This...this...the inside of the arm, is this what it looks like..."

Jason Tarn stammered, his eyes almost bulging. If Gretel didn't know the cause and effect, and suddenly saw it, he would definitely give him a diagnosis:

If you suspect hyperthyroidism, check out the three thyroid hormones - if you want to be on the safe side, it is not impossible to consider the five thyroid hormones in one go.

But Mr. Jason clearly didn't need that. He greedily touched the model he had just made, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, and then opened it to take a look:

skeleton! The bones are rough and have many bumps!

Blood vessel! The blood vessels that twist and turn, constantly branching and bifurcating!

muscle! Muscles one by one, stacked on top of each other, connected to the bones! There are blood vessels running through it!

There are also silver-white strips, which the Nordmark mage calls "nerves". It is said that it is because of the oppression of that thing that Ramos' fingers become unable to bend, cannot pinch tightly, and suffer from various discomforts. …

"So, is it enough to cut off the tumor?"

He pulled on the pale yellow thing, pulled it, let it go, pulled it again, and let it go.

The tumor was stuck between two muscles, as if it could be pulled out smoothly if you stretched out your hand -

"What if we don't use the knife? Can we just shrink the tumor?"

"emmmmmmm..."

Gretel held his chin and hesitated. In other words, this is the difference between internal medicine and surgery:

When an internal medicine patient sees a lesion, the first thing he thinks of is medication; the first thing a surgeon thinks of is surgery.

For example, if there is a tumor in the liver, the internal medicine department thinks, let us perform radiotherapy, chemotherapy, embolization of blood supply vessels, or cryogenic freezing, put some liquid nitrogen in to freeze the tumor to death;

The surgeon thought, let us cut him off once and for all. As long as it is cut cleanly, there will be no further trouble.

Of course, radiotherapy and chemotherapy can damage the body, and embolism cannot be removed by freezing. Surgical resection is also harmful to the body, and it is easy to remove 3/5 of the liver. There are arguments every year about which is right and which is wrong, and which option is better for the patient.

As for this lipoma, what can be done to relieve the patient's pain - whether it is internal medicine or surgery, magic or surgery -

None of this matters. What matters is how to treat patients well.

Gretel lowered his eyes. In lipoma, lipoma, and fat, the cell volume can increase or decrease, but the absolute number of cells does not decrease or increase.

Unless you cut it off with a knife, if you want to make it smaller...

"What can you do?"

He raised his eyes, his eyes shining brightly. In modern medicine, the method of removing fat is surgery. Either a quick and easy operation, or liposuction——

Ultrasonic waves, high-frequency electric fields and other methods are used to break up the fat, and then it is directly extracted through negative pressure suction. Gretel understands the principle, but if he is allowed to control it, this arm will be shattered into pieces.

He and the patient looked at Jason expectantly. Master Jason scratched his head:

"I can give it a try... I know a spell that can make people lose weight in a short time, maybe..."

Huh?

Is there really such a spell?

Magic version of fat loss? Oops, you have to find a way to learn this. If you learn it well and use it to help people lose weight, the money will be huge...

Even if it is used for medical treatment, some patients are indeed so fat that it affects their health...

While he was thinking about it, Master Jason raised his fingertips and white light flashed. Grete pressed down quickly:

"Wait, try something else!"

Are you kidding me? ! Something you haven't tried before?

Now I pat my head and remember that there is such a thing. Can I use it on the spot? !

Even if we don’t conduct Phase I, Phase II, and Phase III clinical trials, we should at least conduct animal experiments first!

He persuaded her, gave Mrs. Alva a few smiles, and finally dragged her from the Tower of Traveling Songs to the hospital down the mountain.

This is his territory, everything is easy to talk about. Gretel gave an order, and a barbarian security guard took out a half-sized black pig from the laboratory's breeding room:

"Come. Try."

Jason Tarn: "???"

Gretel smiled and pointed at the black pig:

"That spell of yours - that one that makes people thin, would you like to try it on pigs first?"

The pig was just halfway through eating when it was suddenly pulled out and struggled helplessly in the hands of the barbarians. Before Master Jason could react, he waved his hand:

"Hey, hey, wait a minute!"

late. The 100-pound pig had only grown bones and had not had time to fatten up. It was dropped by this magic and was reduced to skin and bones on the spot.

"This... what we need is not to lose weight all over the body..."

Gretel shook off sweat, and so did the patients around him. Gretel sighed and asked the barbarian to pick up another black pig. With a wave of his hand, the [Mage's Trick] flew out and drew two circles the size of teacup mouths on the pig.

"If it can be accurately used in this circle to make this small piece of fat smaller or disappear, then it is safe to use it on people, right?"

Moreover, the effects of spells can also be observed on the spot. Pigs, even if they are not fat yet, it is not a waste if they are cut and eaten.

The only problem is...

Where does the fat in pigs come from? Grete was completely at a loss. He had never observed a pig from this angle. He only knew about the hooves, ribs, leg meat, and pork belly...

It doesn't matter, there is no fat when you throw a magic spell away. At worst, try again in another place.

Master Jason thought for a moment and accepted this explanation. He muttered something in his mouth, his fingertips flashed, and he pressed it. Before touching the pig leg, I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

Gretel looked on amused. Okay, okay, it’s his fault that he didn’t wash the experimental animals thoroughly before bringing them over.

Please pay attention next time. Most of the animals that have been used for experiments will need to be dissected and cleaned in advance. It is also necessary...

The light from Master Jason's fingertips faintly fell on the pig's leg. He was obviously also trying hard to control the scope of the spell. The light was flickering and barely touched, and a thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead.

Under the unblinking gaze of eight eyes, the pig leg sank silently, leaving a pit visible to the naked eye.

Orange size.

"This...seems a bit big..."

Ramos sweated on his forehead. His low questioning voice was drowned in the noise: the black pig let out a long whine and struggled desperately.

The barbarian was distracted, and his hand relaxed and he failed to catch it. The black pig struggled to break away, limping, and flew towards the laboratory.

For a moment, there were screams, dodging, the sound of test tubes and flasks falling to the ground, and the sound of people falling over.

Amidst the roar of the barbarians, Gretel shrugged and spread his hands towards Master Jason.

"It seems like its muscles were injured too. - Otherwise, it wouldn't have looked like that when it ran out."

"how do you know?"

"Ah, there was once a bishop who accompanied me to pick out a leg of lamb in the middle of the night..."

The sheep was limping and bleating like it was cursing someone.

The black pig was caught again and tried the second leg and the third leg one by one. The pork leg deflated very smoothly, but was it the fat or the muscle that was burned, or the nerves were damaged...

Master Ramos looked at Grete with eyes filled with gratitude.

Thank God Jason wasn't directly involved. If this spell were pressed on his arm, his arm would be disabled immediately!

After trying out the four pig legs, the poor black pig lay there, unable to escape at all. Master Jason was sweating on his forehead and muttered:

"Let me try again...let me try again, there is lard on its belly anyway..."

Gretel good-naturedly motioned for him to try. Master Jason took a deep breath, and the light on his fingertips lit up, shrunk, lit up again, and shrunk again...

After going back and forth several times, he shivered and carefully pressed it on the black pig's belly.

There was another high-pitched whine. The black pig collapsed directly to the ground, its hooves twitched several times, and it looked like it had been hit hard.

Gretel: "Bernard——"

"I got it, boss! I'll kill the pig!"

The barbarian ran over happily. Dissecting something like that is the boss's hobby, and of course he has to do it himself; but killing pigs, bleeding them, removing their hair, etc...

For God's sake, even if he, the little boss, has this skill, he really doesn't have the strength.

Cut open the pig legs with one knife, and the fat will collapse and the muscles will shrink; cut the pig belly with one knife, and the smell of blood and stench will hit your nose at the same time. Obviously, when Master Jason casts a spell, the pig’s intestines——

broken.

broken.

broken.

The transformation magician stared at the white-robed mage with sad eyes. Fortunately, he didn't let him get his hands on it. Otherwise, would I still have this arm?

In the bloody contrast, Ramos finally realized that he had no choice. Half an hour later, he lay down on the operating table, his back facing the sky.

"Hey, don't shave my armpits!"

"That's called preoperative disinfection, disinfection!" Grete said fiercely:

"Have you not read my thesis? Disinfection is a must. If you want to have arm surgery, you have to shave off all the hair from your shoulders to your elbows!"

"It's a secret, I'm already starting to regret asking you to do that...surgery..."

It's too late to regret. As soon as Grete used the calming spell, Mr. Ramos lay like a wooden fish and closed his mouth completely.

Gretel was able to begin surgery. After the surgery to re-attach a severed limb at the barbarian gathering, this level of surgery was no longer difficult for him——

Make separate incisions through the front and back sides. The four mage's hands transformed into four small retractors, pulling the skin apart.

"Then let me do it, okay?"

Master Jason was eager to try next to him. He watched the whole process of Gretel's phantom model being made, dismantled it and touched it with his own hands. Do you want to dig out the tumor? He feels that he should be able to do it.

Gretel glanced at him calmly, stretched the muscle bundle, and carefully freed the first blood vessel from it. Use the mage's hand to make a small fist, protecting the delicate blood vessels.

"Which blood vessel is this?"

"Ah, uh... the weather is pretty good today, hahahahaha..."

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