After the operation, the thrombectomy was successfully completed, and another powerful tool for dealing with severe illness was added.

Gret was in a very good mood. He smiled and turned to the two students:

"What's up?"

"I'm looking for microorganisms that have similar effects to Penicillium, and there's some progress right now..."

"I have some ideas about the development of rabies vaccine..."

Two students reported on the progress of their work one by one and raised questions. Grett also fulfilled his duties as the host of the Mage Tower and solved their doubts one by one:

Well, I provide topic selection, correct papers, answer questions, and specify bibliography. I live this life more and more like the subject leader...

Unfortunately, the research hosted by the two students has not made any decisive progress yet. Grett had to send them to continue working, return to the clinic and collect a copy of "Archae" that was just released this month:

"Master Nordmark! Master Nordmark!"

“…”

Gret's mood at this time is no different from the intern who wanted to take time to read the medical examination textbooks during duty but was called away by the nurse.

But the person who came was an acquaintance. And the other party ran directly to him and did not consider asking others to treat him. Gret could only emerge from the clinic and receive him with a smile:

"Vissue Kadren, I haven't seen each other for a week. Is the son okay? Is the defecation smooth?"

After so long, Gret's impression of this viscount is still fixed in "the father of the congenital anal-free child"...

"It's getting better and better." Viscount Kadren limped, dared not lit the ground with one foot, and was helped in by two servants. In this way, he couldn't help but gossip:

"How did you offend Old Odi? He just played cards in the club, and he kept saying that your therapy skills were not good!"

Who? Gret was confused. Any patients I have treated recently named this name?

"It's the toothache that I've been treating it for two days. I said I've been treating it twice..."

"ah!"

Gret suddenly realized that the person with a heart attack!

"How is he?"

"I'm very inspiring! I won 20 gold coins when I was playing cards just now! Let's not talk about this, please take a look at my ankles..."

Gret dragged a stool to let him rest his feet. He looked down and took his head. The Viscount's leg tube was pulled high, his socks were removed to the instep, and his right ankle was indeed swollen into a steamed bun, red and bright:

"What's wrong? My feet twisted?"

I smelled alcohol when I was talking, and I drank like this before noon, and I deserved it, right?

"That's right! I drank with someone last night. When I came back, I walked faster and fell down the steps. It was too late and I didn't take it seriously. Who knows now..."

Grett has taken out the [Endless Ink Pen]. He circled around and confirmed that there was no fracture first, and then started treatment:

"There is no problem with the bones, at most, it will be a ligament strain, and it will be a treatment procedure. Wait, very soon..."

You have to come here specially? Just drink a bottle of minor injuries and drink it directly. It is worth your over half of the city on the carriage?

Are you curing your injuries or gossip?

While grieving her, Gret held the Viscount's toes, rotated inwardly, spread out, and pressed. After determining the location of the injury, he activated the treatment and treated one by one.

What kind of treatment does not exist? Even if it is treated with minor injuries, it is impossible to treat minor injuries. He only condensed a mass of positive energy and walked along the muscles, one by one:

Repair injured ligaments!

Accelerate local tissue metabolism!

Accelerate edema absorption!

Promote soft tissue healing!

He could cure this little injury when he was a pastor and apprentice. It was easier and more pleasant to change to this day.

This treatment will have accurate position and consume less mental energy. By the way, you can also review the anatomy of the ankle.

The only disadvantage is that the speed is a little slower, but so what? Anyway, outside the clinic, there are not 300 patients screaming and waiting to see the doctor.

The swollen ankle area can be seen to the naked eye to calm down. While treating it, Viscount Kadren felt the pain relieved and began to praise him with a gaze:

"I just said that you are very good at treating! That old Odi also said that you were talking nonsense. It was obviously a toothache, but he insisted that he had a bad heart."

"Sit down! I haven't finished the check yet!"

Gret stopped shouting. Viscount Cadren ignored him. Not only did he stand up and walk, but he also jumped hard. Sure enough, he didn't listen to the doctor's words, and endured his hardships in front of him. He screamed and fell down.

Gret didn't help him. He flicked his finger and pulled a floating disc underneath. Viscount Cardren fell on the floating disc, hugged his right foot, and then hugged his left foot:

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Gret watched coldly, flew out four [Master's Hand] and helped him sit down. Then he looked at the Viscount, curled up his legs together, and his feet did not dare to touch the ground, especially his thumb, deliberately raised up high.

"...When did your foot start to hurt?"

"I fell just now..."

"Really? No? If your right foot twists, why will your left foot hurt?"

Gret stared at the other party. Lord Viscount grinned and wanted to bend down to rub his feet, but he didn't dare to touch him. He inhale. Gret glared at him several times before he hesitated:

"Okay, it has been painful for several days... It hurts again after being cured, but it hurts still after being cured..."

So why don’t you tell the truth as soon as you come in? Is it to save those two medical expenses, or to test my strength, and try to see if I can cure my illness without a detailed medical history?

...Why do you have to?

There are so many patients who are smart and self-righteous, and the disease cannot be cured. It is not the patient who suffers on his own...

Gret sighed, and pointed to the mage's hand and pulled the viscount's socks down. The socks fell to the ground. Gret glanced over and saw that the big thumb on his right foot was red and swollen, which was crystal clear and transparent, exactly the same as his previous ankle.

"How many days have you been?"

"I wasn't that popular yesterday! I only had a little pain yesterday..."

"What did you eat yesterday?" There is no need to ask if you have any alcohol. From the time the Viscount came in, Gret smelled his mouth full of alcohol. Sure enough, Viscount Cadren had no idea and reported a lot of names:

Trout, sea bass, eel, pan-fried foie gras, stewed oxtail with red wine...

Go to the mouth.

If you don’t have gout, who will gout?

However, gout and ankle sprain are not common, and it is easy to miss the diagnosis. This is because he has rich clinical experience and has seen such patients before, so he thinks about gout as soon as possible.

Gret stood up and wanted to get him colchicine. After thinking about it, he suddenly stopped moving:

"You have two choices." He told the other party seriously:

"First, choose drug treatment. Chenghui five gold coins, which can be effective in 12 to 24 hours, and the pain will be significantly reduced after 24 to 48 hours. Second..."

"I'll choose the second one!"

Viscount Kadren screamed impatiently.

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Chapter completed!