"What? Will you still be paralyzed? Will you die?!"

The old dwarf sat up in shock when he was dying. He was lying like a salted fish, but he couldn't help but bounce on the bed. Gret looked at him sincerely, his fingers were gently hooked, and a three-dimensional model of his heart appeared again:

"Look, here and here should have been sealed, but you have opened a hole here. Once you have opened a hole, it will have a long tunnel, and blood stasis will condense here..."

As he said that, he waved his hand, and the light and shadow flashed in the room, and there were winding rivers, sometimes wide and sometimes narrow, and the rivers of mud and sand were churning in the river:

"Look, is mud and sand easy to accumulate in such rivers, turns, and changes in width and width? The same is true for blood, which has natural coagulation ability, and it is particularly easy to condense in such a slender tunnel..."

In fact, a colleague from God’s outsider once bragged to him that he did see a small blood clot in the tunnel of the Foramen Ovale in his heart.

There was a sound of sucking air around him. The dwarfs exchanged eyes with each other, their faces turned pale, and a few of them had raised their hands to hold their temples-

I don’t know if the headache is a common phenomenon among these people.

Even the cloud giant Rum listened. He was ordered to help Gret run errands, hoping that he would raise his hand and slap it, cure the old dwarf's disease, and then continue to work for his master.

Who knew that after Grett had checked one examination after another, one dwarf and another dwarf. At the end, he simply looked at it with kindness and explained the cause of the old dwarf, not getting bored at all...

What are you going to say about these guys? How to treat them, can he dare not cure them?

Cloud giant Lum listened with a bit of annoyance, only causing Gret to be his superior, and it was difficult to interrupt his explanation and directly bombarded the dwarfs. Only after hearing this now did he hear something:

Alas, it would be great if the Dragon Lord could be so patient when healing me...

He thought silently. Gret had already developed a blood vessel, winding upward from his heart and entering his brain. A tiny blood clot was flowing down the blood vessels and into his brain:

"If such a blood clot flows into your brain and blocks the blood vessels in your brain, this piece of brain will die... Then, you will either be paralyzed or die...

The thrombosis enters the brain, and the result is unknown, the work of stroke is done.

The old dwarf's face had turned from white to blue, from blue to purple, from purple to white, and was faintly transparent. He said in a trembling voice: "Then, then... how would you treat it?"

If it were a few years ago, or when I first arrived at Yongju Island, Grett might have used vine guidance therapy. But now, thanks to the changes in the little snake, Grett has a better solution.

"Don't worry, it's very simple. Look--"

He raised his hand and hooked it. A little snake with three feet long and white background and black lines wrapped around his arm and slowly appeared. Gret stroked the snake's head and said softly:

"This little snake can switch between entity and virtual body. I let it enter your body with virtual body state, guide my healing spells, and make this place in your heart grow well.

Very convenient and fast, with almost no pain or danger."

As he said that, he spread his palms and gave orders with his mind, so that the little snake could penetrate into his palm in a virtual state, and then poke his head out of the back of his hand. This demonstration was made several times, staring at the other party's eyes, and said seriously:

"This is the most convenient and most effective method at present. Do you want to give it a try?

——It’s not that you should start treatment now, but that you will give it a try and let the small snake pass through the body. You confirm that there is no pain and it is not terrible. Let’s move on to the next step…”

"No need, come on!" The old dwarf suddenly interrupted. He lay straight back, closed his eyes, but pushed his chest up with force. He stopped, opened his eyes again, and said earnestly:

"Dignity, you are willing to tell me so much, and you are already very considerate of me. When I talk about this, I will ask questions again and try again, but I am ungrateful. Sir, please do it!"

This "please do it" doesn't mean it is a treatment, but it seems like I am amputating my an axe... Gret silently complained. Not far away, the cloud giant Lum had already snorted:

"This is almost the same!"

Gret: →_→

Hello, don't mock my patients!

I am still here! Don’t mock me in front of me and disrupt the medical order!

Gret glanced at the other party warningly. Seeing that the cloud giant lowered his head, bowed, and retreated two steps intently. He thought about it himself, and sighed quietly:

Maybe Rum’s idea is the norm in this world, right?

Not to mention this world, even his previous life is the same. People have the same heart and the same principles.

If medical ethics is not being repeatedly promoted, hospitals, superior doctors, medical offices, and health bureaus are constantly restricting and urging, in fact, doctors often feel this kind of irritability:

I have already told you how to treat it, why don’t you pay the money, sign it, have a test, and then come for treatment?

What are you waiting for?

I am a doctor, I hope you are the best, and I won’t harm you! Hurry up, the more you procrastinate, the worse the situation!

Especially young doctors who are just starting out are more likely to feel such impatient. They have to go through more and see more, see all kinds of life, all kinds of sorrow and helplessness, and then they will gradually understand:

Although physical health is a common need of human beings, not all needs can be realized in this world. I have no money, no time to see a doctor, no one to accompany me, and I don’t want my relatives to bear debts...

Any reason may cause the patient or his family to say "no treatment" or leave the hospital quietly.

——At this time, doctors who have not been repeatedly beaten by society will be angry, angry, catch the patient and persuade him repeatedly, and even quarrel with the patient.

What would happen if the "patients have the right to know and decide" is not listed as an iron rule?

If the decision is with the doctor's side, who can guarantee that the doctor will not catch the patient for treatment on the grounds of "I'm for your own good", or simply practice it for himself?

In his previous life, there was no medical ethics constraints, all kinds of incredible events occurred...

In any case, he himself must adhere to medical ethics. In the future, the students he teaches should be able to fix certain practices in the form of oath.

Gret took a deep breath and then vented it. He turned his face and had become more peaceful again when facing the old dwarf Mart:

"Don't be afraid, this treatment should not cause any pain. But in order to avoid you being nervous and moving, I will release a peace technique first so that you cannot feel any pain and cannot move;

Then I started treatment. Just lie down relaxedly, close your eyes, and just take a nap as if you had a short sleep, and I had everything..."

The old dwarf nodded, and soon remembered Gret's words again, and quickly closed his eyes and lay straight.

Gret smiled at him comfortably, waved his hand to let everyone around him retreat, and he was not allowed to come in without him calling. Then, he threw out a calm technique, followed by the vital sign monitoring magic, which was fully launched;

Next, the little snake rose from his arm, silently sank into the old dwarf's chest. Gret closed his eyes slightly, and what the little snake saw in his eyes quietly unfolded in his meditation world:

Skin, muscles, bones, pleura. Enter the chest cavity, enter the pericardium, enter the heart... ventricle, atrium...

The left atrial atrial appendage, arranged comb-shaped muscles, and downwards are the smooth left atrial sinus, and the pulmonary veins on both sides of the posterior wall...

Looking at the opposite place to the pulmonary vein, opposite is the right atrium, between the right atrium and the left atrium, carefully searching on the diaphragm to find the location of the oval fossa...

Found it!

There is no normally closed foramen ovale, right here!

Gret gave a quiet order in his heart. The head of the little snake, a very small part, has changed from virtual to real.

It is not four hollow snake teeth with venom, but a small row of sesame seeds like humans. The incisors are combined up and down, and bite down a very thin layer on the diaphragm of the oval fossa...

Bite, swallow, bite, and swallow again. The little snake's work was extremely quiet and extremely rapid. Gret kept staring at the electrocardiogram, but he did not notice the old dwarf's heart work, and there was a violent disturbance.

The wound was bitten out here, and Gret's treatment was immediately pressed on it.

In the misty white light, the secondary and primary septums of the atrial septum, a thin, constantly swinging fibrous tissue, and a thicker layer of muscular tissue, continue to grow in the same direction.

After biting the snake, the two layers of diaphragms in the oval fossa had grown together in the illusory vision. Gret patiently guided it for a while and confirmed that the two layers of diaphragms had grown tightly before he quietly communicated with the snake:

"All swallowed?"

"Swallowed."

"Don't it stay in the blood vessels?"

"No~~~"

Speaking of which, this is also a special ability of the little snake. Things that are devoured in the target body, such as thrombosis, and some tissues, can be digested immediately as long as there is not much, and then brought out in the form of a virtual body:

Surgery boss!

The king of thrombolysis!

Treating myocardial infarction, cerebral infarction, etc. is more convenient than stabbing vines in it, and there is no future trouble! Even if it is a pluck in the previous life, there is a pocket underneath, covering those debris, and the little snake doesn’t need it!

"Okay, it's cured." Gret recalled the little snake, removed the surveillance spell, calming technique, and clapped his hands. The old dwarf slowly opened his eyes, touched his chest, and pressed hard again:

"Huh, it's not broken?"

That must have been broken... The only hole was cut when shaving your chest...

Gret smirked, threw a small injury to treat it, and cured the bloody hole of the chest shaved:

"Okay, it's all cured. If you want to stay here, just stay here and observe for a few days; if you don't want to stay, just go back and come over to see me every six months and a year. Is there any headache left?"

"This... sir, how should I repay your kindness..."

Gret waved his finger directly, signaling Rum to appear and discuss the treatment fee for him. As for Gret's own needs:

"If you know someone, what are the problems and problems? Tell them and let them come to me?"

He just gave a casual command, not expecting the old dwarf to attract any strange patients.

Unexpectedly, this old man really had some connections and prestige. Soon after, he really introduced him to an unexpected patient:

"Sir, look, I have a headache too... Can I treat it too?"

“…Which of you have a headache?”

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Chapter completed!