Chapter 584: Sending Grete to the Countryside (Double Last Day to Ask for Votes)

Grete ran around, so tired that his tongue stuck out, and finally sadly realized a fact:

The foundation of his students is too poor, and they are completely incomparable with the magicians in Nevis.

Just, it looks like they may all be third-level spellcasters. One is a third-level caster who has learned all the relevant spells, and the other is a third-level caster who has only learned three or five spells and has a complete mess of theoretical skills...

If he wanted to teach them these basic skills, he would have to spend more time and a lot more patience.

Then grow in practice!

Grete let out a breath and changed course.

Except for those in the ultrasound group who continued to torture the animals with ultrasound, and those in the invasive blood pressure group who continued to poke rabbit arteries, sheep arteries, and dog arteries, the other two groups all went to clinical practice with him!

On the first day, blood tests were conducted on all city guards, and priests were trained to practice cross-matching;

The next day, blood tests were conducted on all members of the armed forces of the God of War Temple and the City Lord's Mansion, and priests were trained to practice cross-blood matching;

On the third day, blood tests were conducted on the Spring Temple and the private soldiers of various lords outside the city...

After three days, at least the priests who helped him with the two things of blood collection and cross-matching were no longer stumbling and blundering. As for the blood test magic, Elder Erwin and the Bald Bishop have both mastered it.

Grete finally decided to advance clinical work to the next step:

Open a free clinic to treat residents!

Anyway, even if these priests are not very good, they still have healing skills...

Grete has rich experience in sending doctors to the countryside and so on. However, the free clinic work this time was very different from the free clinic work he was used to in his previous life:

The stethoscope, sphygmomanometer, and electrocardiogram are the three major items. Gretel's own stethoscope is a "Y" shaped vine, with one end hardening to form a chest piece and two ends growing into ear pieces. When inserted into the ear, the outside of the vine is still a bit hairy;

Other people's stethoscopes, the priests of the Natural God Church, basically maintained the same standard as him. At the Temple of the God of War, each person carried a copper pipe, which looked more like a street fight than sending a doctor to the countryside;

There were no sphygmomanometers at all, and using an invasive sphygmomanometer during the physical examination was too much in Grete's opinion;

Currently, the only human ECG machines are him and Master Herman, and the only reader is Gretel...

What? B-ultrasound? Human flesh B-ultrasound machine + human flesh examination doctor, Gretel Nordmark, this is the only one, there is no other semicolon...

Then go too! Gretel encouraged himself secretly. He put on a smile and looked at the first old man who sat in front of him:

"Grandpa Johnny, what's wrong with you?"

"chest tightness..."

The old man turned his face away, coughed a few times, put his palms against his sides and quietly put them into his pockets. Gretel's eyes narrowed, and he immediately rushed over to hold his hand:

"What's wrong?"

There was a ball of blood in the palm of my hand. Beside the old man, a middle-aged man exclaimed:

"father!"

"It's okay, it's okay." The old man coughed a few more times: "It's just a little bit of blood, it doesn't matter. Most of the time, I vomit bowl after bowl of blood. It's not like you haven't seen it before..."

tuberculosis?

The word suddenly came to Gretel's mind. Taking X-ray and auscultation together, it does feel a bit like tuberculosis, but not quite like it. The bald bishop on the side sighed:

"Johnny is also an old patient of ours. He suffers from consumptive disease several times every summer and winter. Sometimes he vomits blood and sometimes he doesn't. I've also treated him, but he can't get rid of it. Little Grete, look at it. ?”

"Let me see, let me see - you stay away first! Don't stand directly opposite him!"

Tuberculosis is contagious!

Grete himself was not afraid. Masks and bubble techniques are always available, so any infection cannot reach him. He auscultated, X-rayed, examined each patient one by one, and took the patient's sputum for culture.

While throwing [Bacterial Growth Technique] into the petri dish, he chatted with the bald bishop:

"Mr. Bishop, were you treated for tuberculosis before?"

"yes!"

"How to cure it?"

"I used [Disease Removal] once, and it was relieved at the time, but then it relapsed. His family had no money and couldn't afford the magic, so he just took medicine."

To be honest, taking medicine and various herbal medicines are of some use: at least they are useful in eliminating phlegm, reducing phlegm, and helping coughs. However, after culturing the bacteria, fixing, staining, and microscopic examination, Grete frowned deeply:

No tubercle bacilli.

If it was tuberculosis, even if streptomycin hadn't been developed yet, he could ask Elder Erwin to use [targeted killing of bacteria] to clear the tubercle bacilli from the lungs. But without Mycobacterium tuberculosis, this is a bit troublesome...

Gretel calmed down and asked about the medical history again. Fever, occasionally, high fever and low fever, unclear, when the body temperature is highest, unclear;

Chest tightness, chest pain, and blood in the sputum. I coughed up a lot of blood once in the past two years;

What have you done before? I have done everything, collecting firewood, burning charcoal, and burning kilns... In order to make money, country people have to do any kind of work!

Grete heard "burning charcoal" and "burning kiln" and already had a guess in his mind. He asked the old man to lie down in the hospital's consulting room, then turned to face the bald bishop and the old man's son, Tang En, a soldier of the city guard:

"This old man probably doesn't have tuberculosis. As for the reason why he vomited blood, I suspect that there was too much dust in his lungs from burning charcoal and kilns in his early years."

"What? How to prove it?"

"Then how to cure it?"

The bald bishop and Tang En asked at the same time. Grete is confident:

"The proof is very simple. Use a vine to send the secret eye into the lungs and take a look. As for treatment, one is to wash the lungs, and the other is, seeing as the old man vomits so much blood, there may be calcification embedded in the bronchus, just take it out. .”

Tang En turned to look at his father, then at the bald bishop, doubtful. Grete smiled slightly:

"I have performed hundreds of lung cleaning operations in the dwarf kingdom, and everyone survived. If you believe me, I will treat the elderly."

"...Really?"

"Treat me!"

The old man suddenly let out a low roar. Immediately afterwards, there was another violent cough, and Grete rushed over in panic, caressing the old man's chest and patting his back.

It took a while for Old Johnny to recover, and he held Gretel's wrist tightly, his beard and hair twitching:

"Live if you have a life, or die if you don't! We watched little Grete grow up. This child has a kind heart and will not harm me! Let him come!"

The patient himself was firm in his intention, and Gretel did not hesitate. The electric oxygen concentrator starts up, spawns vines, performs one-lung ventilation, fills and pumps water...

This series of movements has been practiced thousands of times in the dwarf kingdom, and it has become very familiar here. Black and gray dirty water gurgled out of his lungs, and the priests who were watching were stunned:

"The lungs are so dirty!"

"Can the lungs of a living person be cleaned?"

Wash the lungs, use vines to "bite" the surrounding tissue, remove the calcifications in the bronchial tubes, and then the treatment will be completed. The old man opened his eyes and took a few breaths:

"Phew, much better! Little Gretel - uh, Mage Nordmark, your healing skills are really amazing!"

Tang En rushed over to support his old father. The two of them walked slowly out of the consulting room, one on the left and the other on the right. Another aunt immediately came up to her:

"Little...oh, Mage Nodmark, my hand is very wooden recently, can you take a look at it?"

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