Chapter 547: Save This Person or Not?

Question: You have just treated a gout patient during the day, and you see him eating and drinking at night. How do you feel?

Grete sighed leisurely.

Not far ahead, Viscount Cadren was holding a glass of crystal wine and chatting and laughing with the guests. Seeing Gretel coming, she immediately waved to him vigorously:

"Master Nordmark! Master Nordmark, come here! - Let me introduce him to you. He was the one who cured my gout this morning..."

Grete walked over helplessly.

Beside the Viscount, a group of guests with bloated bodies, bags under their eyes, loose steps, and tired spirits all raised their glasses to him and rushed to say hello:

"Mage Nordmark, I have long admired my name..."

"Master Nordmark, I will rely on you when I have gout attacks in the future..."

"Master Nordmark, I have been feeling a little unwell recently. Can you come to my home and give me a diagnosis and treatment..."

Grete looked helpless. Your Majesty the Viscount, if you can't keep your mouth shut like this, you will never get well in your life!

The normal content of uric acid in the blood of a normal person is 1200 mg, with 600 mg produced and 600 mg excreted every day. If you consume a lot of high-purine foods and drink a lot of alcohol, you will produce more uric acid.

Although my previous detoxification technique removed all uric acid, if you eat and drink like this, within a few days, the uric acid content in your blood will exceed the standard again...

Otherwise, why would those patients who undergo dialysis bother doing it twice a week or once a week? Once uric acid is removed, it doesn't mean it will never be produced again...

"Your Majesty the Viscount..."

He sighed. Viscount Calderon smiled and raised his hands:

"Okay, okay, I won't drink after I finish this glass... I'm going to eat something light and not drink anymore, okay?"

Then, Gretel watched helplessly as he put back the wine glass and brought a dozen shells to share with everyone. The first one was delivered to Gretel:

"Come on, come on, these oysters are a specialty of Ofula Beach. They are very plump. I picked them up today and brought them directly with sea water. Squeeze some lemon juice and eat them raw. They taste the best!"

Grete couldn't even sigh. But the people around were still laughing:

"Why are you inviting him to eat oysters? His elf lady didn't come today again!"

"You should hurry up and eat even if you haven't come yet!"

"Yes! Mr. Master, there are several good ladies at today's banquet..."

If you keep doing this, I'm leaving...

Grete grimaced. People around him were laughing more and more unscrupulously. Viscount Cadren simply came up to stop him:

"Oh, Master Nordmark, I want to ask you something. - It is said that the Vampires sell a rejuvenation potion. Who is responsible for it? Can you help us find a connection?"

Gretel had never heard of such a thing. During my interactions with those vampires, I didn't hear them mention this matter. He himself was a little curious about restoring his youth, so he simply walked through the crowd and went to find familiar vampires to inquire.

At the other end of the banquet hall, foreign guests from far away gathered in a circle. Gavin, the dwarf who participated in the king-selection battle with Gretel, was having a lively ping-pong match with an orc with a shield in one hand and a hammer in the other.

Gretel walked to the edge of the circle, and the dwarves immediately stepped aside to make room for him:

"What is this fight for?"

"It's a gambling battle!" Jin Na was very excited. She was sandwiched among a group of dwarves, staring at her fiancé's back and speaking excitedly:

"In this negotiation, each family has come up with some good things, such as potions, magic props, sophisticated equipment... It has become a bet. If everyone wants something, they can win through battle. It seems, I heard, Winning more will also be good for negotiations?”

How come I don't know about this?

Grete was slightly surprised. However, when I thought about it, my fighting ability...except for the fireball, big fireball, and super fireball, it seemed like it was scum. The parliament was right not to notify him, cough.

"So what's the bet this time?"

he asked casually. Jin Na jumped hard beside him, her twin ponytails swaying up and down, and pointed at a plate covered with red cloth on the opposite side of the battle circle:

"It's a [resistance to elemental damage] ring. It's most useful for us in blacksmithing. By the way, Gretel, go check out the bet list. If there's anything you want, we'll help you win it..."

Just as he said this, there was sudden chaos behind him. Some people called, some ran, and some shouted: "Pastor! Pastor!" In the roaring sky, there was also the laughter of Viscount Cadren:

"Hahahaha! They say you have a heart disease, so you have a heart disease! If you don't listen, you deserve to die!"

Someone died?

Or someone is dying?

Today's patient whose heart attack manifested as toothache?

Gretel was stunned. He subconsciously took two steps and then stopped suddenly. Myocardial infarction... It has been three days since my myocardial infarction. Now I have collapsed. My myocardium has been extensively necrotic. There were no instruments, no medicines, no ICU, so he went up empty-handed...

I guess he can't be saved, right?

"Oh, Master Nordmark!" Viscount Sebesh suddenly appeared, grabbed Gretel and dragged him out:

"Come on, come on, I'm looking for you, come and help me save people!"

He smelled of blood. Gretel sniffed and his face immediately turned serious. At first, he was still dragged away by the Viscount. After leaving the crowd, he walked faster and faster, almost becoming the guest:

"Who's in trouble? Where?"

"My people! In my place!"

"Then hurry up!"

Gretel almost ran. Fortunately, the physique of a level 1 warrior was not hindered by simple running. I followed Viscount Sebesh through several corridors and through several doors, and plunged into the residence of His Excellency the Viscount.

When he opened the door, a strong smell of blood hit his face.

This taste...

If there was only one injured person and the smell of blood was so strong, it would have to be 200cc, right? If you take into account the time, the smell of blood taken away by opening the windows for ventilation, and the internal bleeding, the condition of the injured may have been very dangerous!

Grete frowned, followed the direction with the strongest smell of blood, and rushed towards the inner room. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the glorious nun whom he had seen before - whatever her name was - lying on her back on the wooden couch.

The neat and solemn nun's robe that Gretel saw last time was now in a mess, and the white scarf and underwear were stained with blood. The exposed limbs were covered with various scars and bruises horizontally and vertically. His eyes were closed, his breathing was weak, and his face was as pale as death.

"What's going on?" Gretel knelt down next to her, his fingertips already pressing on her. The pulse under the fingertips was weak. Based on experience, she had lost at least 1000ml of blood. Viscount Sebesh said anxiously:

"She seduced Yulia's new blood slave! In order to punish her, I sucked a few more mouthfuls of blood, and then..."

Then, it became like this. Coupled with the scars on her body and her mental condition last seen...

Gretel couldn't help but have a question in his mind:

To save or not to save?

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