Chapter 354 The Mystery in the Intestines (10,000 Rewards Plus Update 2)

"What's the child's name?"

"Little Larry."

"How old are you?"

"Eight years old...will be nine years old next month!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"When did it start hurting today?"

"Does it hurt all the time, or does it come in spurts?"

"Have you ever had a bowel movement? ...What color is the stool? Do you have diarrhea? Have you ever vomited?"

"How old did you start acting like this?"

Grete asked while writing quickly. The only medical magician in the trade group, Master Ximond sat next to him with great interest, looking at his records one by one, and asked casually:

"What do you think is going on?"

"I'm not sure yet." Grete actually had a guess in his mind, but he didn't want to express his judgment before he was completely diagnosed. The important thing is that during the auscultation just now, he heard very weak bowel sounds, which was not a good sign. There may not be much time left for him.

He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then directly asked for a small bed and let the child lie on it. I rummaged through the space bag, took out a bottle of glycerin, carefully applied it to the child's abdomen, and performed a palpation examination at the same time. Then, concentrate, calm down, and activate the B-ultrasound magic.

"emmmm..."

The savage has no more intestine than the human being. Gretel directly focused his energy on the abnormal part, and soon the image was displayed in his meditation field of vision. Gretel worked hard to use his spatial imagination to deconstruct the information he saw:

Point, line, surface, arc, circle, cylinder...

Concentric circles!

Concentric circles!

intussusception!

In abdominal B-ultrasound examination, "concentric circles" or "target ring" mass images can be seen in the transverse part of the intussusception, and the "sleeve sign" can be seen in the longitudinal scan!

MD!

Just know that reduced bowel sounds is not a good thing!

"How's little Larry doing?"

The shop owner had been standing nearby, and when he saw Gretel letting go of his hand, he immediately asked nervously. He was quite a bit taller than Gretel, and he was standing. At this time, in order to speak, he bent his waist to almost ninety degrees. Gretel shook his head:

"Not very good... Let's put it this way, have you ever stuffed sausages?"

"Yes! Do you want to eat sausage?" Bolu immediately waved to the side. Gretel quickly stopped him:

"No, no, I'm just saying that it's easier to talk about if you know what the intestines look like. You see, the intestines were originally a long tube, but now part of it is put into the tube next to it..."

As he spoke, he raised his hands, with the five fingers gathered into a cone shape, with the tops facing each other. The left hand is slightly open, and the five fingertips of the right hand are inserted between the five fingers of the left hand, indicating that this is how it is trapped. Bolu thought for a while, then thought again, his brows twisted into knots without even thinking about it. He turned his head and ran away with long strides.

Gretel called twice from behind, but didn't call anyone back. On the third call, someone from the opposite side shouted:

"How did you know?"

Endorsement. Grete stared at the patient without raising his head, and pointed at his belly casually:

"You can call in a virtual body to take a look."

Just kidding, he didn’t want to start with the principles of B-ultrasound and explain the image characteristics to them all the way!

"..."

"..."

There was a buzz behind him, and several people laughed at the same time. Priests of the Church of the Lord of Glory do not play with the incorporeal body, at least not in public...

Archmage Serrano and Mage Ximond took out their magic props openly. The two looked at each other, gestured to each other, and took turns. Soon, they were exchanging words of "Ouch", "Ouch" and "Tsk tsk tsk tsk":

"It's right here!"

"Stacked together!"

"The stacked part is about this long..."

They talked to each other and discussed excitedly. The priests of the Lord of Glory observed his words and knew that Gretel was probably right, and their faces gradually became ugly.

It was just for no reason, and there was no reason to trouble this guy who "blasphemed the glory of my God", so I could only write it down one after another in my mind.

The Bolu shopkeeper leaves just as quickly as he comes. Not long after, he rushed over with a large bunch of sausages and placed them all in front of Grete.

Gretel: "..."

Why bother? Why bother? Bring this thing over. I have to dismantle the meat inside before I can show it to you. The sausage is so hard and I can't dismantle it... Oops, the reaction is slow. I should use the magician's trick to make a model!

Gretel flew his hands and quickly made a soft intestine, twisting it and showing it to the Bolu shopkeeper. The barbarian blinked and finally understood. He dragged Gretel and asked:

"Then how to treat it?"

"Yes, how to treat it?"

Master Hemond frowned and hesitated.

I tried all the spell models in the medical field one by one, but none of them were applicable. It would be nice if incorporeal creatures could touch real objects and push the intestines away, but they can't...

"Is it okay to use healing techniques?"

The voice of inquiry was heard softly. Grete looked up and saw old Martin leaning forward slightly, looking at the child with concern. Gretel thought about the principle of healing for a moment and shook his head silently.

I'm afraid it may not work. The treatment is very good at healing intestinal bleeding and intestinal perforation. Can it promote intestinal peristalsis and reset the intestine?

If it were the bald bishop of Heartland City, maybe it would be possible. After all, Grete had seen with his own eyes how one of his healing spells could cure pneumothorax, heal lungs, stretch muscles, and straighten ribs. Gretel himself didn't think he had this ability.

It’s okay if it can’t be reset, but don’t make it worse! !

While he was hesitating whether to explain, a white light fell from the sky. The beam of light, as thick as the mouth of a bowl, fell straight on little Larry's abdomen, illuminating his entire face brightly.

Grete's eyes jumped, and he turned his head slightly, and saw the young man in white robe next to the red robe priest who had spoken before retracting his hand, with a little light still remaining on his fingertips. Seeing Gretel looking over, he hummed softly and raised his chin high.

Gretel didn't have time to argue with him, so he quickly bent down and did a magic B-ultrasound again. The ultrasound swept around until the intussusceptible part could no longer be seen. He took a long breath and released his fingers:

"Okay, it's okay."

"Of course it's okay." The young man raised his head proudly:

"My Lord's radiance will surely relieve all diseases wherever he goes!"

I really hope so. Grete thought silently. He didn't reply, asked for a hot towel, and handed it to little Larry with a smile:

"Come on, wipe your face, see how dirty your face is..."

The boy took it and wiped it hard twice, then blew his nose into it again. He jumped out of bed, bowed to Gretel, and ran out to play. Grete quickly grabbed him:

"Wipe it clean! Look, your mouth is still black!"

The boy struggled hard. An eight-year-old barbarian boy who was over 1.4 meters tall, Grete was thrown off his hands on the spot. Fortunately, the owner of Bolu caught his son:

"He's always said this, just follow his mother. It's okay, it's okay, it's not dirty!"

Gretel's face turned serious. He folded the towel, used the clean side to wipe little Larry's face carefully, and then wiped his hands clean. While wiping, I saw that the boy's face, lips, and palms were dotted with black spots. Clear boundaries, no fusion, no fading under pressure, no higher than the skin...

The dark spots on the lips alone are not obvious. At a glance, they look like bruises from painful bites. Now wipe it clean and compare it with the ones on your face and palms——

That's right, when the boy ran over just now, he caught a glimpse and saw this!

"I'm afraid that his stomachache will happen more often in the future." Grete said slowly. Without waiting for the young man opposite to refute, Gretel turned to the Bolu shopkeeper and asked in one breath:

"Uncle, little Larry's mother, does she also have a lot of dark spots on her palms and toes?"

"Ah, yes, yes, that's right. It's exactly the same as him." Boru was slightly startled and looked down at his son. Forgetting the palms of his hands, his son's feet were so dirty that he couldn't even see the black spots. How did the young pastor see that?

"Do you often have stomachaches and can't eat much? In severe cases, you may experience stomachaches, vomiting, blood in the stool, or constipation for a long time?"

"That's right..."

"Does it often recur after treatment? Later, the stomach pain became more and more frequent."

"That's right, that's right! Before his mother died, she had a stomachache all the time! - Mr. Priest, Mr. Mage, do you know what kind of disease he has? Do you know how to cure it?!"

The barbarian trembled all over and rushed forward, stretching out his hands to hold Gretel's shoulders. Fortunately, Bernard took action in time. He stretched his arm forward and was immediately shaken. If this happens to him... If I go, my shoulder will be broken!

Gretel trembled secretly. He quickly hid behind Bernard, not forgetting the last diagnostic procedure:

"Arch Mage Serrano, Mage Hemond, which one of you will send an incorporeal body into the intestine to take a look? As for the section just trapped... up and down, are there any protruding meat balls, some With a long stem attached to the intestines?"

While he was speaking, Archmage Serrano took out the gem box. Once reborn, second time familiar, the virtual body enters again, and the road becomes more familiar. Another gust of cool wind blew by for a moment. Archmage Serrano half-closed his eyes, seemingly communicating with the incorporeal creature for a moment, and nodded:

"Indeed."

Grete let out a long sigh. Sure enough, he guessed it right, but——

This disease is quite troublesome!

"Uncle, your son often suffers from stomachaches because of these meat balls growing in his intestines." Gretel's hands flashed with light, and [Silent Phantom] gradually appeared, shaping the shape of a translucent intestine:

"If these meat balls are simply attached to the intestines, that's fine. The problem is that they keep growing, getting longer and longer, and there will be long stalks behind - "

[Silent Phantom] keeps changing. On the surface of the intestine, a meat ball gradually emerged, from the hemisphere, to the entire ball, to the meat ball with the pedicle, to the pedicle getting longer and longer:

"If there are several meat balls growing in one place and they get twisted together, the entire intestine will be blocked. Then the stomach will start to hurt. In the worst case, the entire intestine will rot."

Boru's face grew paler. The tall man, who was a head taller than Grete, slowly hunched over his waist until he squatted on the ground and huddled up. The barbarian held his head, his voice trembled, and he almost cried:

"What should we do? What should we do? - Do we need to open the stomach and cut off these things?"

"If it doesn't work, you have to cut it." Next to Bolu, the young man who brought the crow flag squatted down and whispered to him:

"There are so many healers here. If you open your stomach, it should be fine. Hey, Mr. Walker even had his head opened by this person a few days ago. Isn't he fine now?"

Boru's whole body trembled. Looking at his son, looking at Grete, and then looking at the person who persuaded him, he still couldn't make up his mind. The magicians remained silent, and across the way, the priests of the Lord of Radiance were also silent. Even the young man who had been complaining turned his loud rebuttal into a low voice:

"You said there are meat balls? - Others can't see them!"

Gretel stared at little Larry, frowning in thought, having no time to look around. Archmage Serrano had been paying attention over there, and at some point, he had glanced at the people around him. The young man grunted, but for some reason the volume was amplified dozens of times, booming in the hall.

Even Gretel's attention was drawn back. He thought for a while, looked across, and said with a confident smile:

"If you want to see the meat ball, you don't have to cut open the belly. I have other ways."

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