Chapter 611: Knife or Penetration, Choose One, Speed

After being shouted out by Gretel, Sir Harrington's face turned pale and red, then red and white. He jumped up and wanted to run away, but then he took a step, said "ouch" again, and sat down:

"What...what should I do..."

He subconsciously looked towards the door. Gretel didn't even look back. He pointed his hand and a mage's hand flew out and closed the door directly. Seeing this, Sir Harrington breathed a sigh of relief:

"You...don't tell anyone!"

"Don't worry, as healers, we will keep the patient's secret." Grete comforted him softly. It's just a foreign body in the bladder. The urology department sees three to five cases a week, so it's not a big deal. What doctor can be so careless as to gossip?

In fact, things like this mercury thermometer are not rare foreign objects. They have no value in being collected in the department and used to popularize science among young doctors. Even if you want to publish a paper, you have to accumulate hundreds of cases and more than a dozen kinds of foreign bodies before you can write a single article.

His attitude was gentle and his tone was firm, without any hint of curiosity or contempt. Seeing that the patient had calmed down a little, Gretel raised his finger to the sky, his fingertips glowing green:

"In the name of the God of Nature, if I leak Mr. Sir's condition and cause damage to Mr. Sir's reputation, may I be despised by the God of Nature and lose all my extraordinary power."

"Me, me too!"

Priest Donald quickly followed up, pointed to the name of the spring water goddess, and swore exactly the same. Viscount Harrington finally calmed down a little and asked tentatively:

"Then...how to treat it?"

Thank God, in this world, swearing in the name of gods is still useful. Putting aside the previous life, if the patient believed you, he would just believe you. If he didn't believe you, it would be useless to swear on anything. Gretel secretly praised the God of Nature and said seriously:

"Two methods. One is to cut open the lower abdomen, take out the things, and then use treatment to heal them;"

"What!" Sir Harrington jumped up: "Cut it open?!"

His voice suddenly became sharp and high-pitched, even a little deformed, like a rooster whose neck had been stepped on. Cut? It sounds terrible!

"It's okay not to cut it." Grete still maintained a gentle smile, as if he was not attacked by the noise at all. He raised his hand slightly, raised his head with a little green fingertip, and swayed slightly:

"Use a vine to insert it from where the thermometer goes in and drag it out. It's very convenient to get in and out."

"What?!"

Viscount Harrington's face turned pale, and he shrank back involuntarily, folding his hands to protect his lower abdomen:

Let the vines stick in from that place? It sounds so scary!

After two consecutive plans were rejected, before Gretel could say anything, Priest Donald was already a little impatient. He scratched his head depressedly and made a bird's nest out of his pale golden hair:

"You won't do this, you won't do that, what are you going to do?! Let me tell you, the healing technique can reduce your fever, but it can't take out what you put in!"

"Okay, these two plans sound a bit scary, let him take it easy." Grete smiled to reassure Priest Donald. In his previous life, he saw countless patients cowering, screaming, and desperately resisting:

In the previous life, when foreign bodies were removed from the bladder, a cystoscope was usually used. That thing, the electron microscope and mirror rod at the front end are 7 mm in diameter and 30 cm in length. The silver light is shining, but it looks hard and cold. Seriously, the vine is much friendlier...

At least the diameter of the vines can be controlled within 1 mm. It is soft and smooth, and there is no pain when inserting it in. It is sure to be accurate when pulling it out, and it will not slip out halfway. You need to clamp it once, twice or three times.

In fact... the thing you inserted is several times thicker than the vine...

However, Sir Harrington obviously couldn't relax. He stretched out his finger, made a vague stroke on his lower abdomen, and thought about it. Then he stared at the vines on Grete's fingertips, looked at his lower abdomen, and thought about it again. After struggling for a long time, I asked tremblingly:

"Can it be left alone?"

"If it is not treated, there may be many sequelae." Gretel raised his palms. The miniature oak staff on the chest stretched out a root, rolled up the [Endless Ink Pen], and kept recording along with his words:

"First of all, urgent urination, frequent urination, painful urination, and hematuria will definitely not be good;"

"Secondly, if this thing is left for a long time - the longest case I have heard of was 28 years - the urine dirt will settle on it, wrapping it up layer by layer, forming stones, which will be bigger and more difficult by then. take it out;"

"Again, this thing is shaking and grinding in the bladder, and it may wear a hole in the bladder..."

You have been informed of the above complications and signed to give up treatment. We will send you away immediately. Before he said this, Sir Harrington quickly shook his head:

"I'll treat it! I'll treat it! Well... which treatment method is more convenient? Less painful?"

In fact, in my previous life, if it could be clipped out with a cystoscope, I would try to use a cystoscope and only make an incision as a last resort. However, this is a world with magical powers, and the medical options are different:

"Actually, with magic, both options are possible." Gretel patiently explained to him:

"If you use vines, you don't have to cut a hole in the body. However, when the thing is dragged out, it may bump and rub in the urethra, and there will always be some damage. Of course, this kind of scratch, generally speaking, a healing technique It will be fine;"

"The operation of incision of the bladder is relatively simple. One cut, drag it out, and cure it. The incision is not big," he stretched out his hand to compare, it was about 3 centimeters:

"That's it. Which one you choose depends on you."

"Then...where's the money?"

"Use vines. The vine operation fee is 50 gold coins, the magical pain relief is 50 gold coins, and the treatment of minor injuries is 50 gold coins." Grete counted to him:

"Use incision, tranquility spell 750 gold coins, surgery cost 50 gold coins, treatment of minor injuries 50 gold coins. It's up to you, any one will do."

Sir Harrington hesitated and hesitated for a long time. In the end, he still felt that being stabbed was more terrifying. Grete also followed suit and asked him to go to the operating room and take off his clothes. When it came time to adjust the posture, the patient began to struggle again:

"I don't want it!" He shrank on the operating table and shook his head desperately. The lead powder on his face shook off, making Grete want to do the disinfection again:

"This is so shameful!"

Cough... The lithotomy position is like this... If I had known this, why would I insert a foreign object into the urethra in the first place and stimulate the urethral sphincter, which will easily cause the sphincter to move the foreign object inward, deeper and deeper!

This thing shouldn't be inserted randomly!

"If not, keep your legs flat and stab your lower abdomen. Well, you decide for yourself." Gretel began to turn the mage's hands into oval pliers:

"To make a decision, you need to use tranquility. Hurry up, three, two, one!"

"I choose to cut it open!"

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