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

The old magician's face was as dark as a rainstorm. Gretel opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know whether it was better to argue, flip the table, or argue with reason...

Really, I have seen all kinds of medical troubles in my previous life. There were all kinds of unauthorized recordings and videos, signing informed consent forms with faded pens, refusing to acknowledge the consequences after signing, and making a lot of noises about what we didn't understand. There are all kinds of things in the world, and they are all new.

With more than ten years of clinical experience, he is rich in experience in the emergency department, which is like a powder keg. Be on guard against this one who uses magic tricks!

Also, was the complication I just mentioned too tactful? I knew that people from other worlds would have various discomforts without being bombarded with informed consent...

But now it's too late to regret. Besides, this is not a matter of regret. He can't control his mouth after falling under someone else's spell. Speaking of which, he is still a victim. Before Grete could figure out how to defend himself, Elder Erwin turned pale and pulled him behind him:

"What are you doing?! If you want to be treated, then treat it. If not, we'll leave!"

It’s great. When faced with medical disputes back then, we couldn’t shout, “If you want to be cured, get out of here”…

Gretel felt sad silently and huddled behind the teacher, as if the sky was falling and the boss was holding him up. Elder Erwin struck the ground with his oak staff, pointed it at the old magician, and roared so loudly that the mountain shook and the earth shook:

"Who wants to harm your grandson?!

Who wants to take that risk? !

If Little Gretel doesn't stand up and say that he has a solution, how can you still anger him?

Now that the method has been taught, he has taught us how to do it, and he has asked us to try it on himself. What's the matter, now he just says, "This is possible in rare cases," and you are here to ask questions? ! "

Teacher, you are so kind. It’s great to have traveled through time. Believe it or not, if I was in the hospital in my previous life, I dared to yell like this halfway. As soon as the patient complained, the medical department would come to the door...

Grete secretly wiped tears in her heart. Elder Erwin's yelling was very effective. The old magician apologized repeatedly and promised not to cause trouble even if something went wrong. After struggling for a long time, the elder finally calmed down and waved his hand:

"Okay, let's start the treatment..."

"I don't want it—"

The boy screamed. The ten-year-old boy's voice was high-pitched and bright, just a little short of the sound of a dolphin. It could literally perforate one's eardrum. Grete's hand trembled, and the detection magic was released halfway, then dispersed on the spot.

With a whooshing sound, Elder Erwin's vine retracted and turned into a seed again.

"George! Obey!"

The old magician shouted. However, he was busy apologizing to Elder Erwin, and when he was distracted, he didn't notice that the confinement spell expired. The naughty child was tied up and listened to the whole scene. He was trembling with fear. As soon as he got out of trouble, he immediately rolled on the ground:

"I don't want - I don't want - cough cough cough - Grandpa, please help me, I am obedient - cough cough cough cough - I don't want the vines to penetrate my lungs - cough cough cough cough -"

In panic, the naughty kid burst out with amazing mobility and jumped on the old magician, wiping his robe with snot and tears. The old man picked him up with a dark face, put him heavily on the stool, and shouted:

"do not move!"

Another piece of magic flew out. The boy froze on the stool, his eyes wide open, and he couldn't open his mouth to make a sound. However, under the confinement of magic, he could not move the tip of his little finger. He could only keep his eyes wide open, tears streaming down his face, and his little face was full of pleading.

This pitiful look received no sympathy at all. The old magician looked gloomy, blowing his beard and staring:

"Cry, cry, cry, why are you crying! I told you to be disobedient! I told you to roll on the floor! I told you to put the iron stone in your mouth! Do you dare to do it again?"

The little guy shed more tears. Gretel sighed secretly and tried to persuade her: "Wait a minute."

The plea immediately turned into joy. Gretel turned a blind eye and looked at Master Gehrman:

"He needs someone to wipe his nose. It's not easy to get into the vines like this."

"That makes sense.—Blake!"

With an order, the young servant who had just escaped appeared again holding a basin and a towel...

The naughty boy's expression changed from joy to resentment, but he was helpless, so he covered his face with a towel and wiped it hard. Then everything went dark, but Grete commanded:

"Cover his eyes."

The bald bishop cast magical spells, Elder Erwin activated the vines, and the old magician activated detection magic. Grete stood next to the naughty child, sometimes walking to the front, sometimes going around to the side, monitoring the position of the vines in his meditation field of vision, and constantly giving instructions:

"down."

"down."

"Keep going down."

"Wait a moment, here we reach the glottis, don't move forward in a hurry. When he breathes, the glottis will naturally open, and then go down..."

"Left! Go a little further down, okay, this angle is just right! Keep going, stop! Fold sideways to the left, stop for a moment, wait for me to take a look from the side..."

"Pull it in a little, and then a little more, okay, the position is right. Don't worry, let the vines grow slowly and stretch in naturally..."

"Very good, we're here! Wrap that stone! Once it's wrapped securely, slowly pull it back. Don't be anxious. The trachea above is thicker than the one below..."

He gave a command and Elder Erwin made a move. Not long after, in the meditation field of vision, the hazy brilliance of the Iron Stone had retreated to the throat. Without Gretel's instructions, the vine branched out, opened the naughty child's teeth, and leisurely sent the pale yellow stone out.

"That's it..."

Grete breathed a sigh of relief and took two steps back, almost falling off the edge of the bed. It’s finally over. The risks and complications that I have been worrying about will finally not happen!

He ordered in a low voice:

"No problem... Lord Bishop, remove the magic and let him cough... try to cough up the phlegm, and then how to treat it, you all know this better than me..."

While giving orders, he kept his eyes on the Ioun Stone. To be honest, he has seen a lot of foreign objects in the airway. His good friend in the Department of Respiratory Medicine is a collector and has collected a whole cabinet of various foreign objects - but this thing is definitely not included!

I really want to send it to him... It's the only one in the world that can write a good case report!

"On the Symptoms and Subsequent Treatment of Ioin Stone Entering the Bronchus", well, for such an article, I wonder if I can publish it in The Lancet...

The sound of gasping came and went. The imprisoning magic was lifted and the divine spell was lifted. The naughty boy jumped down immediately and shouted again:

"Wow - cough cough cough cough - wow -"

"Shut up!"

The old magician struck like lightning and grabbed his grandson's ear. With a strong hand, he carried it to Elder Erwin:

"Bow! Thank you!"

"Wow... ugh... thank you, thank you for your treatment..."

The naughty boy sobbed and bowed one after another. After thanking Elder Erwin, thanking the bald bishop, and thanking the high priest, he was brought to Gretel by his grandfather. He cried so hard that his face was smeared with tears and snot, and he wanted to bow to Gretel:

"Thank you for your treatment... ugh..."

"anything else?"

The old magician urged. The naughty boy's ears were picked up again, he choked and bowed deeply again:

"Yes, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have snatched your Iron Stone... I won't dare to do it again..."

Alas, it would be great to educate children like this earlier. Gretel sighed secretly and reached out to help:

"never mind……"

He suddenly froze and looked strange. Elder Erwin had just finished casting the spell. Seeing him standing there, looking like he had been struck by lightning, he couldn't help but ask:

"Little Grete, what's the matter?"

"teacher……"

Grete raised a hand tremblingly:

"I seem...about to break through..."

Protagonist: With a good topic, there is no "New England" or "Lancet" to publish...crying...

Finally cured, the rewards can be settled in the next chapter!

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