Chapter 610 What Did You Put Into Your Bladder?

Grete used angiography as he wished, switching to Black Crow Swamp's blood test method.

I was a little disappointed when I got it. The technical route used in Black Crow Swamp mainly uses chemicals and adopts chemical reaction precipitation titration. Gretel vaguely remembered that this method was not used to measure blood potassium and sodium...

It can only be used as a technical reserve. Grete rolled up his sleeves and conducted his own experiment: Based on the reagents used by the other party, what exactly did this method measure?

Thyroxine?

Adrenaline?

HCG?

The identification technique gave the name of the reagent, but the name given by the identification technique was not the name he was familiar with in his previous life...

Gretel was buried in the laboratory, tinkering with various bottles and jars, and was very busy. After two days of busy work, Father Donald suddenly pulled him out of the laboratory:

"What's the matter?"

"Um...I have a patient here who is always not well..."

Gretel followed him out curiously. Priest Donald has been working as a fifth-level priest for two or three years and has rich experience. His proficiency in [Cure Serious Injury] and [Remove Disease] is quite high.

These two magical techniques are enough to deal with most illnesses. So, what exactly is going on?

Of course, the cases that Priest Donald encounters are somewhat different from those of other healers. He was born into a noble family and was considered a minority at Oak Grove Medical Clinic, which made him very popular among patients of nobles and wealthy businessmen.

Rich people often have strange diseases that are different from poor people...

Pass through the atrium, go around the corridor, and enter the consulting room. As soon as he entered the door, a young man at the table raised his head. He was gorgeously dressed, had curly hair, and his face was painted white. Grete took one look and frowned secretly:

You should wipe the powder off your face!

When you go to see a doctor, you put lead powder on your face - I won't talk about lead poisoning or anything like that - it brings too many difficulties to the doctor's consultation!

He refrained from using a cleaning technique on the spot to clean up the lead powder on his face. Looking carefully, the young man pressed his hand on his lower abdomen and sat crookedly on the stool, with a tangled look on his face and his legs tightly clamped. This looks like... is it a urinary system disease?

"This is Master Nordmark, the director of our medical clinic. This is Sir Harrington." Priest Donald quickly introduced. The young man cast an expectant look at Gretel, then ouched and looked pained again.

"Sir Harrington?" Gretel sat down opposite him and asked pleasantly: "What's wrong with you?"

"He has fever, hematuria, frequent urination, and painful urination for several days." Priest Donald rushed to answer from the side:

"I gave him [Remove Disease], and the fever was reduced that day, and it started again within two days. According to him, he had been treated at the Spring Water Temple for more than a month, and it had always been like this, with recurrences."

Fever...hematuria...frequent urination and painful urination...not nephritis, right? Grete thought secretly. In the case of nephritis, I feel that [removing the disease] should be able to cure it, but I am not sure about kidney cancer. But of course, you have to check the individual first:

"Here, let me check it out."

He started the physical examination from the beginning. Priest Donald held the medical record book and brushed the records on the side:

"Pulse 75 beats/min, respiration 16 beats/min, blood pressure... 120/75. Well, these are all fine. Come on, raise your head and let me touch the bottom of your neck... Don't remember this!"

Priest Donald threw a cleansing spell at the medical record. Unfortunately, he deleted the first few sentences and quickly copied them...

Gretel resisted rolling his eyes... and at the same time resisted the strange feeling of lead powder on his fingers, and continued to check:

"She is conscious. Mildly swollen lymph nodes can be palpated on both mandibles. They are tough, have good mobility and are tender. Come on, open your mouth... open it wide! Open it wide! The tonsils on both sides are swollen to the first degree, congested, and have no purulent secretions." "

Well, I have a slight infection, and it’s hard to say whether the fever is due to this. Continuing auscultation, the breath sounds in both lungs were clear, the heart sounds were strong, the heart rate was 75 beats/min, and the heart rhythm was regular. Grete carried him to the bed and continued to press and examine him:

The abdomen was flat and soft, the liver and spleen were not enlarged, there was no tenderness or rebound tenderness in the upper abdomen, there was no percussion pain in the kidney area, and there was tenderness in the bladder. He turned and asked Priest Donald:

"What do you think is going on?"

"It feels like nephritis." Priest Donald said with a serious look on his face: "Urgent urination, frequent urination, painful urination, always kidney problems. I have seen it with my own eyes. He did have hematuria. He was cured on the spot, but it recurred within a few days. ."

Well, since you've seen it, I won't do the urine routine. Hematuria can be seen with the naked eye, and blood cells can certainly be seen under a microscope, and there are probably white blood cells as well. As for urinary protein?

Sorry, it is not possible to detect it yet.

"Did he tell you why he got sick?"

"I didn't say it!" Priest Donald shook his head very confidently, and his bright blond hair swayed with his movements, almost sweeping into Grete's face:

"He said that he started having stomach pains out of nowhere, and he didn't know why..."

That's called lower abdominal pain and bladder pain, not stomach pain. And, Mr. Priest, your ability to ask for medical history needs to be improved.

Gretel did not continue to press, asked the patient to stand up straight, and put the [Endless Ink Pen] behind him. As soon as [Detection Magic] turned on, Gretel immediately wanted to sigh:

Okay, it's normal if you can't ask. With this kind of medical history, it's normal to hide it.

He opened the drawer of the medical table, took out a mercury thermometer and handed it to the patient:

"Here, take your temperature."

Sir Harrington shrank back involuntarily. Grete watched calmly, with a calm face, and handed the thermometer in front of him without moving:

"Here, measure it. I have to know if you have a high fever, a low fever, or if it's gone now."

"My fever is gone! I-"

"Did you put anything into your body?"

As soon as the words came out, the two people jumped up at the same time. Priest Donald slammed his palm and swept down the ink bottle; Sir Harrington shrank back, his lower back directly pressed against the examination bed:

"You, you...I didn't, I didn't..."

"I've seen it all." Grete said in a calm voice:

"Sir Harrington, it is not a good idea to lie to the healer. If you don't tell the truth, the root of the disease will never be removed."

The young noble opened his mouth, then closed it tightly, his face flushed. Before he could tell the truth, Priest Donald jumped up and rushed to him:

"You lied to me! You actually lied to me! You keep telling lies to me, no wonder I can't cure you!"

"Who lied to you!"

Lord Harrington struggled to retort. Gretel added:

"Donald, use [Detection Magic] to take a look."

With just one glance, Priest Donald was stunned. The lips open and close, close and open, like a fish out of water. After a while, he struggled to ask:

"What did you put in it...what is that..."

He stretched out his hand and made a horizontal stroke, not knowing how to express it for a moment. A thin tube that is neither too long nor too short, with one end shining brightly. Lying across the pelvic cavity, it is shocking at first glance.

Gretel shook the thermometer in his hand, and the end of the mercury passed through the air, revealing a white light:

"That's it!"

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I still feel uncomfortable and feel like vomiting. Fortunately, the debt has been paid off and I only have to write four thousand words today...

(Scroll back to see what Little Gretel and Mr. Priest saw)