Chapter 83
This...
From 2D to 3D, Garrett Nordmark had studied everything thoroughly in the past, but explaining it to these novices...
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Garrett nostalgically thought about it.
He didn't even hope for a specimen; he just wanted a model. In his previous life, you could buy that on Taobao! A simulated human body with proportional lungs divided into three lobes each, colored trachea, bronchi, arteries, and veins, all detachable!
For just a few bucks, shipping included!
Garrett deeply missed his previous life. Back then, things he could easily get, now, where could he possibly buy them? Even if there was a place to order, there was no convenient delivery like back then!
Right!
He could make it himself!
Garrett jumped up. Magical tricks could create small objects! Rough or fake, as long as it works!
He waved his hands, carefully shaping the model in the void. Under his fingertips, a model connecting from the nasopharynx to the lungs, including the trachea and bronchi, gradually appeared.
As soon as it solidified, Elder Elwin Wilkinson's vine couldn't wait to reach in.
"Don't! Teacher, usually, the bronchoscope goes through the nasal cavity!"
One had to admit, the expert was an expert. Garrett watched helplessly as Elder Elwin Wilkinson held a seed in his hand, walking to the model. No gestures, no incantationsdelicate vines grew in the wind, exploring the model's nasal cavity.
Growing, growing. Without moving his fingertips, the vine had already retracted. Elder Wilkinson lifted his face, looking at the anxious old mage:
"Very smooth. Throw something inside, and let's try again?"
This works too?!
Garrett remembered the times in his previous life when his colleagues in respiratory medicine carefully inserted throat mirrors and bronchoscopes, gingerly maneuvering inside. It made him shed a sympathetic tear for them.
Although the visibility was much better thereOlympus' electronic bronchoscope had a large screen, providing a clear view of the airway's condition, unlike here, which was essentially blind manipulation. But threading a tube was troublesome!
Such a thin trachea and bronchi, the bronchoscope had to navigate carefully in the middle, avoiding contact with the tracheal wall. Otherwise, the airway could spasm, the patient might feel a choking sensation, and if it accidentally pierced a tumor or something, massive bleeding could occur...
"Did George have breakfast this morning?"
"No. He said he felt uncomfortable and couldn't eat."
"What about drinking? Even a drop of water counts, milk, juice, anything?"
"No." The old mage raised worries about his grandson again, frowning. "He's so young and refuses to eat or drink, how can he endure this..."
In the middle of his sigh, Garrett's expression slightly eased, eyes narrowing. "Not eating or drinking is good. Your Excellency, the non-painful divine magic you used earlier, can it numb the throat so he won't feel anything when something is inserted?"
"Ah... uh..."
The bald bishop was tongue-tied. His head tilted left and then right, pondering for a while, shaking his head:
"I don't know. Is that important?"
"Very important. If the throat isn't numb, the vine can't go in; it could be fatal!"
Garrett earnestly warned. In his past life, who dared to perform a bronchoscopy without anesthesia? Coughing, choking, in severe cases, people could die!
The bald bishop was in a dilemma. Scratching his head for a long time, thankfully, he was bald; otherwise, he might have pulled out a handful of hair. Finally, he arrived at an inconclusive conclusion:
"Divine magic mainly depends on the guidance of the caster. I can concentrate the power mainly on the throat, but whether it works, I'm really not sure... Otherwise, shall we find someone to try it?"
"If you're willing to try, that's great." Mage Gelman, who had been listening on the side, finally saw a glimmer of hope and heaved a sigh of relief. "Wait a moment; I'll go call a servant. Blake!"
"Mage, what are your orders?"
A young lad immediately pushed the door and entered, bowing respectfully. Garrett recognized him as the servant from the mage tower, responsible for running errands on
the fifth floor and attending to Mage Gelman's daily life. While reading on the first floor, Garrett occasionally saw him among the servants, bragging about things like "the mage turned me into a frog" with an animated crowd around, marveling.
But now, hearing what Mage Gelman instructed him to do, the young lad's face turned pale, changing from Blake to White:
"Ma...Mage, I've been faithfully serving you... faithfully... faithfully..."
Clatter, clatter, clatter. The young servant's legs trembled, shaking like playing a pipa, echoing on the floor.
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