Chapter 213 Oxygen Inhalation Depends on Electrolyzed Water

Chapter 213 Oxygen inhalation relies on electrolyzed water...

After the endotracheal intubation was completed and fresh air entered the airway, Aurora Walton's expression suddenly softened. The hands that were grabbing at his throat relaxed and he let out a steady sound of airflow in his airway. When Grete helped him up again and asked him to sit upright and breathe, he could actually sit still.

The most tense and fatal hurdle has passed. Grete breathed a sigh of relief and began to urge:

"Is the experimental bench ready?"

Whether it is mild, moderate or severe chlorine poisoning, oxygen treatment is an important treatment method. The problem is, Gretel doesn’t have pure oxygen in his hands...

The so-called temporary ear piercing in a sedan chair, he could only wait for it to be used while directing the magicians to electrolyze water on the spot. Not only command, but also tell them how to test:

"The gases coming out of the two graphite rods are different! Remember to check! When one is lit, it will have a blue flame, and if you put the wood chip in the other, the flame will suddenly become very big! I want the one with the bigger flame ! Collect a bottle and bring it to me quickly!"

"It's not that troublesome!" The silver-haired magician who decided to let him do Qi Qi turned around, raised his hand from a distance, and threw the two identification skills...

"This is it! Fire energy! Collect a bottle and send it over!"

Gretel: "..." So it's been several months and you haven't given it a name yet?

But it's not a big deal. Whether it's the energy of fire or the energy of life, you can call it whatever you want. Just give me a bottle of pure oxygen quickly, name it, etc., you can do whatever you want.

He wiped it on his waist and took out a big stick - a copper tube-style stethoscope. It's good to have a space bag. You can carry all these necessary equipment with you... emmmmm I have moist rales in both lungs. Fortunately, it's not diffuse, and it's not considered severe chlorine poisoning. Even so, it's best to get him oxygen quickly!

"Is everything okay over there?"

"Not yet! It's only half a bottle!"

The speed at which oxygen is produced is quite annoying. But Gretel didn't want to interfere too much. The main reason was that he didn't know if increasing the voltage or current would improve the oxygen production efficiency or blow up the oxygen production tank first. He could only rely on himself and work hard. He first performed a therapeutic technique on the patient's lungs.

There seemed to be no reaction. another one? ……another one?

After taking five [Treatment of Minor Injuries] shots at once, the wet crackles under the stethoscope finally became lighter and seemed to be turning into dry crackles. Grete already felt faintly dizzy and his temples were swollen. He knew that he had cast too many spells in a short period of time. He didn't dare to use the healing technique anymore, so he took back the stethoscope, took it out, and threw out a lot of things.

Dwarf version of the ventilator!

Uh... I'd better forget about the bucket and the mask for now. I'll just make do with the air pump and the rubber tube...

The magicians gathered in a group stretched their necks and watched curiously, but they did not dare to get closer than two meters for fear of disturbing Grete's treatment. Only a magician came running over from the experimental table:

"Okay, okay! This is the first bottle! You use it first!"

"Okay!" Grete responded, calculating quickly. The air pump is relatively large, and the volume of the oxygen bottle is about half of the air pump...at most 60%, right? It's not bad, anyway, in this case of high-flow oxygen inhalation, the oxygen volume fraction is at most 70%, so pure oxygen cannot be used. Then the next step is...

He pointed at the air pump of the ventilator and shouted:

"Someone help me transfer the gas here!"

Five or six hands stretched out like a forest, and there was a stalemate for a moment. The magician squatting in the middle knocked off the hands of his companions with a "pop", "pop", "pop", and took two steps forward:

"Me! I major in wind!"

"It's you! Hurry!"

Gretel simply handed him a bottle of oxygen. He reached out to pick up the tracheal intubation tube and tapped on the end of the soft vine. The vine stretched, expanded, wrapped around one end of the rubber tube, and quickly tightened. After finishing here, the wind magician over there happened to finish:

"alright!"

"You wait here! Wait for the next bottle to be transferred!"

Grete ordered him, and his hands began to push and pull, pushing and pulling, pushing the air pump like a clinical ball. Chlorine poisoning and oxygen treatment are matters of emergency medicine or respiratory medicine. He has only read a few papers. It seems that the oxygen flow rate should be 50L/min... Damn it! Not enough oxygen!

"Has the fire-burning energy healed? Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!!!"

"Coming, coming, coming!"

The experimental bench promised repeatedly and sent three bottles of gas in one go. Gretel looked up in his busy schedule and saw that they had opened four water tanks at the same time, surrounding the force field power supply in them, and started electrolysis together...

Uh, okay... Anyway, I just want the results...

With a steady supply of pure oxygen, and with Gretel pushing the air pump at a constant speed and continuously supplying oxygen, the patient's condition actually began to improve little by little. The cyanosis on my lips and nails faded little by little, and my chest tightness and shortness of breath began to lessen. After about half an hour, I no longer need to sit upright to breathe and can lie down with a calm expression.

Archmage Carlisle rushed over at this moment. He accompanied a great magician and hurried in. As soon as they entered, the two of them were shocked by the scene in front of them:

You can still understand it while lying on the ground, but what does it mean to have a tube in your neck? Is there a pump connected to the pipe? Still pushing and pushing? What are you doing?

"How is the poisoned person doing?" The great magician stepped forward and waved his hand, and milky white light rain fell down. It was the healing technique that Gretel was all too familiar with. Grete looked up and was overjoyed:

"His lungs are injured! Treat the lungs! Treat the lungs! Leave that tube alone! I'll take care of it!!!"

The great magician was stunned. He knelt down and looked at Aurora Walton, who was lying flat on the ground, and then at Grete. Grete's face was flushed with exhaustion, and his hand pushed the air pump at a constant speed, not daring to pause for a moment. The great magician looked at his movements carefully, then raised his eyes and paused for a moment on his magician badge - fourth-ring arcanist, second-level magician?

The little guy who has become famous recently? I did hear that he was a healer... By the way, what's his name?

"Gret Nordmark?"

Grete nodded vigorously. The great magician pondered for a moment, then pressed his palm on the patient's left chest, and dots of white light flew and penetrated into the chest. The light spots are thick, soft and not dazzling. It can be seen that it is from the hands of a great healer. Grete took a peek and saw that the golden stars on the great magician's badge were flashing, one, two, three...

A level 13 great magician...

Level 13, a boss in the conjuration and medical branches.

This surgical treatment is really beautiful.

He let go of the air pump, letting it fall on the translucent floating dish, and raced against time to take out the stethoscope. Press your left lung and listen carefully——

Normal breath sounds!

This healing technique is too powerful!

"The left lung is cured! The right lung!"

The conjuration master looked at Gretel in surprise. He relied on his sense of the breath of life to determine that his left lung was healed. What did this child rely on? That pipe?

"How did you know?"

"Then, listen to the breathing sounds, they are different on both sides..."

Gretel generously handed him the stethoscope, cut off the endotracheal tube himself, and removed the attached air pump. Now that one lobe of the lung has been cured, there is no need to continue giving oxygen. More ventilation is not good. After the man of the spell department listened to the breathing sounds on both sides, he stretched out his hand to press on the patient's right chest. Gretel squatted next to him and pointed at the patient's throat:

"He also has a problem here. His throat is extremely swollen and he can't breathe in... Master, please heal his throat. Once cured, I can extubate him!"

The man of the spell department looked at him deeply, touched the patient's throat lightly with his fingers, closed his eyes for a moment, and threw down another healing spell. Gretel confirmed that the laryngeal edema had disappeared, moved forward, and held the endotracheal tube in both hands:

"Shrink, recover..."

The tender green vines sway gently. Inch by inch, it was pulled out of the patient's trachea and reduced to a seed in Grete's hand.

"Okay, okay! I'll do the next one!"

The great magician had already raised his hand, then put it down gently. He looked at Gretel curiously with a look that said, "I want to see why you dare to fight with me." Grete smiled at him, lowered his head, and pointed at the patient's neck from a distance of seven or eight centimeters:

"Treat minor injuries!"

The trachea is healed first, and then the mage's hand is moved to return the pulled tissue in front of the trachea to its original position. Guide a ball of healing energy to brush over it, healing minor injuries during the stretching process...healing the subcutaneous tissue layer by layer! Heal your skin! Perfect!

The great magician's eyes narrowed slightly. After Grete finished everything, he handed him a badge:

"Your treatment method is interesting. My name is Galen Novak. If you are interested in exchanging treatment techniques, you can come to me on the 75th floor of the Conjuration Tower."

"Hey!" Archmage Carlisle shouted dissatisfied. Novak laughed:

"Okay, okay, let's talk later. I have a lot of things to do, and you pulled me over halfway... Little Gretel, come and play when you have time!"

He waved his sleeves and walked away. Archmage Carlisle stood up and sent him out. As soon as he returned to the laboratory, he set his sights on Gretel:

"what happened?"

As he went back and forth, the silver-haired magician who stood up before, the chief disciple of Archmage Carlisle, had already completed the clearance. The magicians from other rooms who came out to watch the fun, the transformation magicians who were working as part of the experiment, and the disciples who were working as assistants were all invited out.

In Laboratory No. 6, only the direct disciples of Archmage Carlisle and Grete, who was busy taking care of Aurora Wharton, were left. Archmage Carlisle had no scruples when questioning him:

"What happened? How could Wharton be poisoned?"

In the opinion of Archmage Carlisle, it was probably because something went wrong during Gretel's experiment, and his disciple stepped forward to save people regardless of his own safety - otherwise, how can we explain that the second-level mage was safe and the fifth-level mage was knocked down instead?

However, he sent Wharton here to act as a bodyguard. Even if the disciple was injured, Grete could not be blamed too much. At most, I can use this as an excuse to persuade Gretel not to do any experiments that are too dangerous...

Unexpectedly, Gretel's face was calm, without any hint of shame. Instead, my little disciple trembled, lowered his head and muttered:

"It's my fault...I imitated his experiments without authorization..."

What? ! Archmage Carlisle became more and more angry as he listened. After hearing the last word, he waved his hand, and a huge transparent palm came out, and whipped Wharton away on the spot:

"Asshole!"

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