It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right?

Gretel reflected on his own feelings of alienation. There is no way, so far, he has not received a single subsidy from the Mage Tower, nor has he used a single penny of materials from the Mage Tower. Even if resources are deducted from his salary next year, the room he lives in, the books he reads, and the pen and paper he uses to copy the books will probably not be deducted...

Gretel smiled to himself, then continued climbing the stairs. The place to eat is on the fifth floor of the Master Tower, the residence of Master Gehrman. The conditions are good, but it’s a bit high. I have to climb the stairs three times a day... Well, as a doctor, I’m used to climbing stairs in the hospital, so this is not bad...

In fact, this is already a preferential treatment. Gretel once heard the young priest John say that in their temple, priest apprentices were not qualified to eat with the official priests and could only eat in the side hall. However, maybe it’s because Master Gehrman is a kind-hearted person, or maybe it’s because he only has four mages in the tower. Ever since Gretel became a mage apprentice, he has had three meals a day with a few official mages.

It's one thing that the food is of a high standard. From time to time, Master Gehrman can be caught asking a few questions. Or, listen to other people's questions and get some ideas.

Grete had just climbed to the third floor. As soon as the stair door opened, two official mages joined the team with gloomy faces. As soon as they entered, Grete felt that the atmosphere was particularly depressing, as if the air pressure had dropped by 100 hPa. After a moment, Master Elliot complained in a low voice:

"It's all you! If you didn't allocate all the resources, would my spell model be made?"

"Of course it's up to you now!" Master Karan replied with a straight face: "You know how difficult it is to improve a spell model!... Alas, there will be fewer resources next year, and it will be harder to make things..."

Gretel looked left and right, lowered his head and just climbed the stairs. They filed into the restaurant, and after a while, Master Gehrman also left the door, with a sullen face and said nothing. A group of people waited for almost a quarter of an hour before the old magician hurried out. His face was dark, and the bags under his eyes almost drooped to his cheekbones. After entering the door, he did not sit down and said directly to Master Gehrman:

"Gehrman, please send a few people to invite the leaders of the temple. - George coughed most of the night last night. Now he has difficulty breathing and has a fever. He has been so noisy that he hasn't even eaten breakfast."

cough?

Late at night?

Still have a fever?

Gretel's breath hitched. So, the Ioin Stone last night was not swallowed, but was choked into the trachea, causing inflammation by the way?

That's a big trouble - foreign bodies in the trachea can easily cause suffocation and hypoxia, and foreign bodies in the bronchus can cause emphysema and atelectasis. If they are plant-based foreign bodies, such as peanuts, beans, etc., they will greatly irritate the mucous membranes and cause high fever, Symptoms of acute bronchitis such as cough and purulent sputum.

By the way, what type of foreign object does the iron stone come from?

What kind of inflammation will it cause?

It was not written in the medical textbooks and journals of the previous life!

No matter what, the iron stone entering the lungs was a problem that he couldn't solve with the existing equipment and drugs! Grete jumped up immediately:

"I'll go! I'm familiar with both the Temple of the God of War and the Natural God Sect!"

"Thank you very much." The old magician witnessed the rescue yesterday, and when he heard that Gretel deliberately did not mention the other temple, he already knew it. He nodded in thanks and turned to Master Gehrman:

"Then, is there one more person going to the Spring Water Temple?"

"Elliot, go ahead." Master Hermann ordered immediately. "Just say that the teacher's grandson is seriously ill. I have to maintain the magic circle and cannot leave. Please make sure to come."

The two of them mounted their horses and galloped away. From the magic tower to the city, it's not too far if you have horses to travel with. Eliot entered the city, asked for an audience, and stated his request. When the carriage accompanying the high priest arrived at the city gate, he saw Gretel and the bald bishop riding beside the gate. From a distance, a horse galloped towards me. The knight put a big box on the saddle, reined the horse, raised his hand and threw it onto Gretel's horse.

Gretel took it and thanked him. Then he went on to say to the bald bishop:

"I suspect something was choked into the trachea..."

"Boy, it's choked in the air pipe. Why are you carrying such a big box?"

Grete smiled, rambling, and interrupted. The group of people returned to the mage tower, and met Elder Erwin on the way, and entered together. Elliot followed them upstairs and was startled when he saw George.

The naughty child huddled pitifully on the bed, his face flushed, and he coughed from time to time. The chubby little face seemed to be dehydrated, and the light blond hair was stuck to his forehead feebly.

Several senior healers gathered around to take a look. Touch your forehead, listen to the cough, and listen to what happened again. Finally, the bald bishop was the first to come to the conclusion:

"Since the Iron Stone is gone and I'm coughing like this, I guess it's because I choked in my lungs."

"...It's possible." The high priest nodded in agreement. He lowered his head to pray a few words, then raised his hand, and a light blue wave of light brushed the boy's body. It is the healing technique that the Temple of the Spring Goddess is proud of, which can eliminate diseases and restore health. Although it is slightly inferior in healing injuries, it is exceptionally good in curing diseases.

A stream of water swiped down, and beads of sweat appeared on the naughty boy's forehead. The flush on his face receded in the blink of an eye. The old magician held the great priest's hands, thanked him for a while, and then asked:

"Then...if I don't take out the Iron Stone, will I still get sick in the future?"

That will definitely happen! The high priest said nothing, but his face said everything. The old magician couldn't help but ask:

"Can you think of a solution for that iron stone?"

"this……"

The high priest choked and did not dare to continue. He turned his head and glanced at Elder Erwin. Elder Erwin pondered for a moment and said softly:

"Based on the cause and effect, I can only guess that he choked into his lungs. - Little Gretel, what do you think?"

--Yuan Fang, how do you see? Gretel silently voiced Elder Erwin. Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, he took a step forward and said seriously:

"I also guess that he choked into his lungs. I will have to do an examination to determine whether and where exactly he choked."

"examine?"

The old magician raised his thick eyebrows. Everyone among the three temple leaders had seen his grandson, but not one of them said the word "inspection." Now a little guy said "check" loudly...

"How are you going to check?"

"Please wait."

Grete bowed slightly, retreated to the corner, and opened the box that the knight had sent over and carried along on his horse. Seven or eight people paid attention at the same time, and saw a large number of knives, scissors, chisels and hooks lying on the black velvet padding in the box, with cold light shining and sharp blades...

"I don't want it! I don't want it!"

The naughty child immediately screamed. Gretel turned a deaf ear and picked up a copper pipe from the box. He habitually covered the far end of the copper pipe with one hand, slowly approached the bed, and softly ordered to the boy:

"Come on, sit up, take off your shirt... lift it to both sides, exposing your whole chest."

"I don't! Go away!"

The naughty child screamed and kicked. Gretel didn't argue with him. He calmly took two steps back and turned to look at the old magician.

Hey, can you take care of your children?

It's Monday, and the collection growth has plummeted. I'm crying...

Please collect, recommend, and review books...

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