Chapter 1826 Advanced escort, and a combination of punches will be launched in the parliament!

"I almost died."

After three hours of rescue, Master Bielsa lay on the treatment bed and said angrily.

The sound was buzzing. The intracranial pressure-reducing device that was buckled on the head - the super sustained-release type [Dry Touch·Correspinal Fluid Edition], which was shocked back and forth, and when it finally came out, it was a little bit bigger:

"Now I'm better..."

"You're still early!"

Master Morton kept keeping his steps and looked after him for three hours. He let out a long breath and fell on the floating disc on the side. The light curtain in front of him was rippling, constantly showing the situation of Master Bielsa:

Blood pressure 165/110, heart rate 85, breathing 18 times per minute, blood oxygen 98, intracranial pressure 5...

"The blood pressure is still very high, the systolic pressure must be reduced to at least 140, and the diastolic pressure must be reduced to at least 90. The intracranial pressure has not yet dropped to normal, so this cannot be reduced too quickly. Master Nordmark said..."

"cough!"

"cough!"

"Ahem!"

On the left hand, on the right hand, and behind, three or four healing mages spoke at the same time. Brother Morton, can you not always say "Master Nordmark" and "Master Nordmark"?

We are all therapists!

They are all orthodox healers in the magic system!

Master Bielsa is also the leader of our healers. You keep saying this in front of him, do he want to save face?

"Ahem, ahem!"

Master Bielsa couldn't help but cough. This cough, the blood pressure and intracranial pressure on the light screen increased at the same time. Several disciples were so panicked that they rushed over at the same time:

"Teacher, are you okay?"

"Teacher, please lie down for a while!"

"Teacher, don't worry, take a break more... Forced advancement is always a bit hurt. You have to recover first and then continue to move forward!"

"teacher……"

"Teacher, the communication from Long Island has been received!" The sound of the rolling wheels suddenly sounded, and two level 11 and 2 therapists dragged a tower-shaped box. On the top of the box, the magic crystal screen revealed the face of Master Nordmark:

"Have you been successfully advanced? I've escaped from danger? Congratulations, Master Bielsa! - Let me see the vital signs..."

A smile appeared on the pale face of Master Bielsa. Then, he heard the opposite side say:

"Why lie flat? Shake the bed! Lift the head of the bed thirty degrees! Oh, no bed..."

Without bed, these high-level healers would not be able to deal with. A group of magicians of spells swung their brilliance. Soon, the transparent force field was supported by Master Bielsa, making him lie slightly down:

"Elevating the head of the bed can reduce the blood flow back to the jugular vein and reduce intracranial pressure. What about oxygen? Have you sucked it? Give it oxygen! The partial pressure of carbon dioxide can reduce the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular constriction and intracranial pressure!

Also, lower the temperature near your head a little! Whether it is an ice bag or an ice cap, you can do whatever you want!"

He had a command and the therapists had an action. He raised the head of the bed, assembled an oxygen inhaler, and a cloud of ice fog condensed around the head of the Great Master Bielsa...

Hello!

Who told me not to speak "Master Nordmark" at once!

Now the other party’s suggestion comes here, what does it mean to work faster than me!

Master Morton really didn't know how to vomit. Fortunately, after a series of disposals, Master Bielsa's expression actually calmed down a little more. Gret's face also relaxed:

"It seems that the recovery is good... By the way, Master Bielsa, congratulations on your success in advance!"

"Thank you, Master Nordmark." Master Bielsa slowly smiled in his pressure relief helmet. Gret quickly waved his hand at him, signaling him to calm down, and turned to ask:

"Have the magnetic resonance scan resulted?"

"It hasn't been done yet, Master Nordmark!" A young therapist quickly stretched out his head and replied. Beside him, Master Morton breathed silently:

Alas, once upon a time, the little mage who needed the introduction of a high-level mage to come to him;

The little wizard who sat in front of the editor-in-chief of "Medical Research" and a group of editors, talked freely, pulled projects for himself, and promoted the cooperation between the therapists and the Department of Energy Plastics;

The little wizard who was trying his best, recruiting sponsorship everywhere, and causing trouble for a hospital;

Now, it will naturally be called "Nordmark Grand Master" by the young spellcaster!

"Master Bielsa has this on his head... It's not convenient to do a magnetic scanning..."

Oh, there is a metal helmet on his head... It's not so much a helmet, but a cage for perming hair... It's really inconvenient for MRI. Gret nodded slightly:

"Your Magister is not in danger of life for the time being. If you can support it, it is best to do a magnetic head scan. Comparing the situation before and after, it is also possible to determine which brain tissues and which parts of the brain cells have been damaged, so it can be treated in a targeted manner."

"Indeed, it's better to do one." Elder Tapros nodded diagonally across the magic crystal panel:

"He is still quite disordered in his mental power. Scanning with mental power can easily arouse collisions between the two sides and directly hurt him. With magnetic resonance, the treatment will be more purposeful."

What is important is brain cells, brain cells!

The benefit of the patient is much better than the goalless throwing treatment!

Grett suggested that the legendary elder of the Natural Cult Order agreed, and Master Bielsa was immediately sent to the Plastic Energy System for magnetic resonance.

A quarter of an hour later, two three-dimensional images unfolded in front of everyone. Elder Tapros stroked his long white beard, stared at the contrasting image in front of him, and pondered gently:

"The brain cells are indeed damaged a lot. Here, here, here, here, here, here, here, there, a group of people died... well..."

He raised his hand gently, and the faint green light penetrated into the head of Master Bielsa like the drizzle of spring rain. He waited quietly for about ten minutes, and then sent it in for a magnetic resonance...

"Not good?"

"Can the brain cells regenerate if they are broken?" Grett made an idea on the other side of the light screen:

"Do you want to do an animal experiment?"

"...It's too late." Elder Tapros hissed and took a breath.

I thought of digging out a rabbit or some other animal, or killing some brain cells in other ways, and then throwing the treatment technique to see if the brain cells can grow again...

He felt his head hurt, his brain hurt, his cerebellum hurt, and he felt everywhere.

Fortunately, even if the brain cells are damaged and cannot regenerate, he has other methods:

"【Limb Regeneration·Brain Version】!"

Since this spell can even grow out of thin air limbs and organs, there is no reason why dead brain cells cannot grow out of thin air!

"I'm much better! - I feel like I'm almost recovering!" As soon as the regeneration technique continued, Master Bielsa suddenly sat up with a high expression:

"My mental power - mental power is almost healed! I feel that the damage caused by this advancement has basically recovered!"

In an instant, all the therapists on the scene were moved.

Advance failure - or spell casters who succeed in advance but cause damage, intervene early, lower blood pressure, reduce intracranial pressure, stop cerebral hemorrhage, thrombolysis, and try to protect brain cells;

Then, magnetic resonance scans brain tissue, and targeted regeneration of dead brain cells;

This method can protect the potential of the magician as much as possible and the possibility of further progress. At least, save him time to recuperate - recover - and break through again?

If the effect is really so good, then this method is worthy of large-scale promotion! At least, a research should be carried out to find out the bottom line and determine whether to promote it based on the ratio of cost and effect!

Decided!

This is the next stage of the project! When you go back, submit an application for the project to the parliament!

"Lying down!!!" Gret shouted from Dragon Island:

"Your intracranial pressure has not yet dropped!!!"

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The cat went to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau today and got at least one news:

The content of this random registration belongs to [independent declaration], so it is not that the Industrial and Commercial Bureau will register when they see false certificates, but that they don’t care at all. They will find out that the proof is false and then order the correction and fine if it is fine if it is randomly checked.

Anyway, the task has reached the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, I hope it can be corrected as soon as possible

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Chapter completed!