Chapter 607: Get the Healing Potion and Do a Carotid Artery Angiogram First! (Ten Thousand Rewards Plus 3 Updates)

Grete moved the X-ray source downwards and quickly observed the condition of the injured. Scanning his chest, he immediately frowned:

Under the chest wall, there are obvious strip-like images, and the lung tissue is strongly compressed! Although the compression rate has not exceeded 50%, it is already very dangerous!

pneumothorax!

In addition to the head, the murderer also stabbed the injured man in the chest at least once. By coincidence, he stabbed a tension pneumothorax!

This thing kills people very quickly, only a little slower than a puncture of a large artery... You have to save people quickly, otherwise it will be too late!

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Let me save people!"

He shouted orders. At the same time, he patted the space bag and the surgical instrument box fell to the ground and opened automatically.

Scalpels, tissue forceps, retractors...all kinds of bottles and jars...

Grete picked up a glass bottle and stepped forward quickly. He stretched out his left hand, the green vines on his fingertips swaying in the wind, and penetrated along the wound on the injured man's chest.

"what are you doing--"

Several people asked unevenly from front to back and left to right. Two of them had particularly hoarse voices, which sounded like they were being sharpened with sandpaper. They sounded like necromancers—oh, so did the injured one.

Thank God no one did anything to stop it. Grete had no time to speak. He pressed the wounded man's chest with his left hand and pointed with his right hand:

Blah blah blah! The water-generating technique was activated, and a glass bottle was filled with clear water in an instant. The other end of the vine lifted up on its own and penetrated into the bottom of the bottle.

Soon, bubbles began to bubble, and a small string appeared at the bottom of the water.

"Closed chest drainage." Grete breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the bubbles. He stared closely at the X-ray image, watching the lung lobes relax little by little, and answered quickly:

"He had a pneumothorax... He couldn't use closed drainage to get the air out. His lungs were tightly compressed and he couldn't breathe..."

As he spoke, the wounded man exhaled a breath, his chest finally began to rise and fall slightly, and he moaned softly. His eyelids lifted and his eyes began to turn slightly.

There were sounds of relief all around, and someone was asking in a low voice:

"who is he?"

"Who is this rescuer?"

"Gretel Nordmark..."

Gretel ignored it. After dealing with the most urgent open pneumothorax, he continued to check:

Thank God, there was no major bleeding, no punctured arteries or anything. Breathing has recovered. An electrocardiogram showed that it was basically normal. The injured person is not in danger for the time being.

His consciousness has recovered slightly, but the structure of his left eye cannot be explored yet, and he doesn't know how much damage he has suffered. There was blood flowing out of the left nasal cavity. It was hard to say what was going on inside.

As for the knife on the head, that has to be dealt with slowly.

so--

How many times did the murderer stab him?

In addition to the knife in the eye, where else were they stabbed?

What is this knife usually used for? Is it rusty or poisonous?

In addition to stabbing with a knife, did the murderer do anything else? Like using magic to attack, like throwing poison?

Gretel looked around, planning to find someone to ask. The atmosphere in the whole room was tense:

A female magician of the enchantment type collapsed on the sofa, with two female companions on the left and right next to her, listening to her whimpering and crying:

"It's all my fault... I shouldn't have been afraid that they would fight, so I suggested coming to this room to talk... Who would have thought that they would use a knife..."

Opposite the female magician, there was a young, somewhat handsome magician with blood on his body and being pinned to the ground by several skeletons. Those skeletons were criss-crossed with arms and legs, and even the ribs were tightly tightened on the human body.

It was obvious that the necromancers who took action did not want to give the tied people any chance to struggle. They stood side by side, glaring at the magicians in the Song Tower across from them, their faces full of vigilance.

Grete walked towards them cautiously. While walking, he raised his hands flat in front of his chest, palms facing outward, to indicate that he did not intend to do anything:

"Uh... you guys step aside for a moment and let me ask him a few questions... I won't touch him, I'm just trying to save people. You want to know what that knife is like..."

Before he could continue, the necromancers looked at each other and moved left and right to make way. Gretel breathed a sigh of relief:

Thank God, his reputation is quite good in Black Crow Swamp, and he can make do with his face...

He squatted in front of the murderer, lowered his voice, and asked quickly. Thankfully, the knife was not intentionally poisoned or rusty. The murderer did not unleash any spells except the passionate stabbing.

So... now we have to look at the head injury. The X-ray is not very clear...

Gretel stood up and wanted to apply for clearance. When I turned around, I realized that the surroundings were bustling and crowded with people:

The screams shook the whole floor. After Grete finished watching the X-ray film, dozens of mages had already rushed to the door, poking their heads and rustling:

"what's the situation?"

"Why did you suddenly use the knife?"

"Where was it inserted?... Hiss, the knife must have been inserted into the brain!"

"Did you call the medical mage? Who called him?"

"Shh... isn't it already here?"

"But I've already called for you! Do you want to send someone to stop me?"

"No! What level is this now?...Only level 6? Can you handle it at level 6? I think he doesn't dare to draw the sword..."

As he was talking, there was a huge noise outside. A group of people were running and shouting, getting closer and closer:

"I'm coming!"

"The healers are coming!"

"Tenth level medical mage!"

"Help!"

There was a cacophony of footsteps. Grete turned his head slightly, and in his peripheral vision, a man in white robes flew towards him and stopped beside the injured man.

The person squatted down, stretched out his hand, white light rippled on his fingertips, came slightly closer, and immediately stopped:

"Well……"

What bastard asked him to come! What a bastard! What he said was unclear. He said he was stabbed, but why didn't he say it was stabbed in the eye?

How dare he just pull it out in a place like this!

"I..." He stretched out his hand, then retracted it, stretched out his hand again, and retracted it again. A foot away from him, the magician who invited him over urgently urged:

"Master Bennett, please save him! He is about to die!"

But the knife penetrated too deep! Beads of sweat rolled down Bennett's forehead. Pulling out the knife now, will his healing technique have enough time to stop the bleeding?

Could it be that the movement was a little slower, the blood in the injured person's brain surged, and that was the end?

Could it be that the healing skills fade so quickly that they become lodged in the brain, making it impossible to remove them?

"Wait a minute! Let me think about it...let me think about it...this knife has been pierced into my brain..."

"It didn't hit the brain."

Next to him, a clear and clear voice suddenly retorted in a low voice.

Bennett turned his head and saw a young man half-kneeling on his left side. He was so young that he could almost be called a teenager. His expression was serious and full of confidence:

"This knife was inserted from the lower part of the orbit of the left eye, penetrated the zygomatic area, nasopharynx, and maxilla, and reached the carotid artery. At present, it seems that the carotid artery has not been ruptured. It is difficult to say how many other blood vessels and nerves have been injured... "

While talking, he casually summoned [Silent Phantom]. In the void, light and shadow spread, and a skull was instantly outlined.

As he continued to draw organs and tissues, the necromancers nearby made a move and a skeleton jumped up from the ground. He took off his head and put his hands in front of him with great respect.

Gretel: "..."

I have done this before when I used skulls or plastic skulls to teach about anatomy; when I used skulls presented to me to teach about anatomy, I...

Well, I have done it before. When I met Lin En for the first time, his golden skeleton was so obedient and obedient...

He casually wanted to grab a pen or something else to use instead of a sharp knife. With a click, one of the ribs from the skeleton was cut off and brought to the front. Gretel frowned:

"I want to be straight."

The ribs fell to the ground, and the skeleton turned his hand without hesitation and broke off his ulna...

If you don't accept this kind of kindness, you will be letting Mr. Skeleton down a bit. Grete took the ulna, inserted it into the skull's eye socket, and held it up to show everyone:

"Look, it's inserted diagonally downward, from the left eye socket to a place close to the neck. It's still a little far away from the brain, but there are too many blood vessels here, too many..."

Not only blood vessels, but also nerves. Wherever the blade passes, there are dense nerve plexuses, especially the posterior cranial nerves, which are the most troublesome. Gretel is extremely worried:

The injured person's consciousness has not fully recovered, perhaps not only because of self-protection due to panic, but also because of nerve damage. It would be better if it is just compression, but if the nerve is broken...

"Then what are you going to do?"

The crowd parted, and Archmage Grom arrived panting. He nodded to Mrs. Alva and asked immediately before he could exchange greetings. Gray settled down:

"I want to take a look first."

"What do you think?"

"Get a bottle-" Gretel paused:

"First get two bottles of potion to treat serious injuries. I'm going to do a carotid angiogram to see the condition of the blood vessels in the neck and brain!"

"What?"

Archmage Grom has not followed up on Gretel's research in recent times, so he was stunned for a moment. Mrs. Alva has already agreed:

"Okay! What else do you want?"

Whatever you want, she will give it to you! The murderer was from the Tower of Songs, and the injured person died. The most difficult thing was her! It would be a good thing for little Gretel if she could be more sure of saving people!

"Clear the area! Find a non-magical item to immobilize the injured! Find a magic source from the mage tower. I want to power this thing..."

He took out the golden treasure box from the space bag. Mrs. Alva smiled when she saw it and stretched out her hands:

"Just let me provide the energy! What else do you want?"

"It would be best to have something that can rotate the injured person in place so that I can observe the situation 360 degrees..."

"No problem! You guys, let's go! Don't watch the fun here!"

Most of the onlookers dispersed. Two skeletons and four [Powerful Mage Hands] came forward to help.

In a moment, the unconscious injured man was tied to an armchair and his head was fixed. The four chair legs landed on the floating saucer, stable and waiting to rotate at a constant speed.

Grete held the syringe in his hand, sucked in a full 30 ml [potion to treat serious injuries], and told Archmage Grom:

"When I call start, you activate [Detection Magic]! Press one hand on the gold box and meditate on the scene in the field of vision. The gold box will record it! Are you ready?"

"Wait a minute!" Master Bennett scratched the door frame and stuck his head out impatiently:

"Can you let me stay and watch? I can help rotate the floating saucer!"

"Okay! You stay! Three, two, one!"

The medicine is pushed into the arteries and flows into the brain as the heart beats.

After a moment, the spell was completed. Gretel triggered the chip, stared at the twisted and twisted blood vessels next to the tip of the knife, and frowned:

"This is very difficult to handle..."

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