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

Chapter 82 The distance between seeing and taking it out is so—so far!

"Can I see the Iron Stone too?"

The old magician looked puzzled.

He had read the paper yesterday and verified it himself. His vision during meditation was blurry, and the magical aura could not penetrate it at all.

Although Gretel said yesterday that he could see it clearly with a difference of five levels, but he knew the iron stone he took out. How could he see a level 1 magic item?

"Teacher, can I borrow your staff?"

Gretel had turned to Elder Erwin. The elder raised his staff in tacit agreement, lifted the boy with one hand, sat him down on the stool, and leaned the oak staff behind his back with the other hand. Gretel cast a spell quickly. The elder walked around half a circle and walked to Gretel, and then he was pleasantly surprised:

"Ah! I can indeed see it!"

Huh?

It was actually photographed directly?

Grete was a little surprised.

He didn't expect this thing to emit light directly, nor did he expect it to show dark shadows.

Anyway, the mediastinum swings, the diaphragm moves downward, and the transparency increases. There are a lot of indicators on imaging that can help doctors guess where the foreign body is...

"What are you master and disciple doing behind my back?"

The bald bishop laughed and cursed, and rushed over. He opened his eyes wide and looked left and right: "Where is it? Where is it?"

"That's not how you look at it. You look at it with a meditative vision..."

Elder Erwin pointed him out.

The bald bishop closed his eyes and looked carefully, then let out a "ha" sound. A finger as thick as a carrot poked straight into the boy's chest:

"That's right! It's right here! I saw it too!"

Level five...that's right. The old magician recalled the statement in the paper. Magic items can be seen clearly if they are five levels apart from the person being observed.

He then looked at his grandson, the mage apprentice;

Look at Elder Erwin - his dark brown fine linen robe has three green leaves embroidered with silver thread on the cuffs. He is obviously an eighth-level priest.

He had also heard about the characteristics of the Natural God Cult. The oak staff carried by the elder was probably of the eighth grade.

More than enough.

The old magician also hurried over. As an eleventh-level magician, he only entered meditation faster and concentrated slightly - nothing. Turning around again, Gretel was standing aside with an embarrassed look on his face:

"The duration is up..."

Oh, this kid is still an apprentice. Detect magic does not last long, only 30 seconds in total. Elder Erwin and the bald bishop had watched it, and it was just over when he came over.

Okay, it’s just a trick, who can’t do it anymore? The old magician doesn't even need to recite the spell silently, he can detect the magic and trigger it immediately. In the meditation field of vision, a magical aura suddenly came through.

The aura inspired by the oak staff is extremely bright. With the old magician's spell, the grandson's sternum and ribs were clearly illuminated piece by piece. A small diamond-shaped stone is embedded in the large shadow, and it shines dimly under the stimulation of detection magic.

"I can indeed see clearly..."

The old magician murmured. He took a deep breath, and for the first time since last night, he felt his anxiety was soothed. He turned to look at Gretel and nodded in approval:

"The magic does work. You're fine."

——Don’t be nice!

Give us extra points!

Grete wanted to shout like this. However, he also knew that this was not the time to worry about grading, so he bowed his head slightly to express his gratitude. The old magician turned to Elder Erwin:

"Since I can see it, can you please help me?"

"I'll try." The elder groaned, approached the boy, and raised his right hand. A slender vine quietly poked out from between the spread fingers.

"No! Help!!!"

The naughty child screamed at the top of his lungs and leaned back as hard as he could to avoid the vines stretching out in front of his face.

While hiding, he kicked his legs wildly. If Elder Erwin hadn't pulled him in time, he would have rolled directly off the stool.

"George! Obey!"

"do not--"

Two voices shouted simultaneously. The old magician yelled at his grandson, and Gretel rushed forward and grabbed Elder Erwin's hand:

"You can't take it directly!"

"How to say?"

"Uh... let's go out and talk?"

Grete looked at the crying naughty child and lowered his voice. Under the focus of everyone's attention, the old magician looked embarrassed, muttered a few words in a low voice, and pointed casually.

The naughty kid opened his mouth with a look of horror on his face, but his whole body was frozen there, unable to move. The old magician raised his hand and threw him onto the bed:

"Just say it here."

Uh... that's okay...

Gretel looked around to make sure that the naughty child was under control and would not jump up and roll around on the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief:

"Teacher, what you see is a flat surface! The lungs are three-dimensional. You can't just guess how the vines move inside!"

"Just let it grow in on its own."

"Teacher! There are forks in the lungs. What if you take the wrong fork?"

"...Then do you know how to leave?"

"Of course I know! Well, I'll draw it for you..."

Before he could look for it himself, Elliot had already taken the initiative to run out and get paper and pen. Grete raised his feet and put them down again, standing there, a little happy:

After traveling through time for a month or two, I finally got to the point where I could ask someone to help me with errands^_^

Master Eliot ran down and ran up again, holding a particularly large roll of paper and laying it out diligently. Gretel smiled bitterly: "It doesn't have to be so big..."

He turned around and looked at the naughty boy's figure, then he drew a few dots on the paper.

Based on the size of a ten-year-old child's torso, he first outlined the entire chest, clavicle position, and rib position, and then drew two lung lobes. Next, I changed to a red pen and drew from the nasopharynx, trachea, to the bronchi in one breath:

"These two pieces are lungs, and there are tracheas inside the lungs. Teacher, look, the trachea is the only place where vines can walk...

The lower end of the trachea, separated from the left and right, is the left and right main bronchi.

The right bronchi is thicker and steeper, and it branches like this..."

Brushing, brushing, brushing, the right bronchus was divided into three branches under his pen, and the three branches were separated, and 10 branches spread out like branches.

Elder Erwin put his hands on the table and stretched his neck beside him, looking dizzy:

"Wait a minute, let me write it down - why are there so many branches!"

Not so much. Gretel sighed:

"Well, the blood vessels in the lungs all run close to the bronchi, so we divide the lungs into different bronchopulmonary segments according to the segmental bronchi... There are 10 lung segments in the right lung..."

"Isn't this a tongue twister?" the bald bishop blurted out.

well said. I thought the same thing when I first learned this section.

Gretel spread out his hands lazily. The bald bishop continued to complain: "So the left lung also has 10?"

"...No, the left lung has 8 lung segments."

Gretel rolled her eyes at him.

Surprised or not?

Is it surprising?

This is how our teacher teased us when we were in school...

The two of them had a small quarrel, and Elder Erwin was still frowning and memorizing things by rote. While memorizing it, I muttered: "It's so hard to remember..."

It's really hard to remember. Grete felt very sad. He drew this picture based on a textbook. Damn it, the "Local Anatomy" was full of flat diagrams, and the drawings were not easy to understand at all. I almost carried him to death back then...

If a classmate hadn't shared "Knight's Color Atlas of Human Anatomy", he would have just relied on rote memorization, and he didn't know when he would be able to memorize it.

"By the way, you just said that the lungs are three-dimensional - so the tracheas you drew are leaning inward or outward? How should my vines go?"

Thanks to @Long Jiudi and @Screws for the 100 starting coins reward

What the protagonist takes for granted: If you can get the bronchoscopy, you can definitely get the vines.

The elders take it for granted: if the vines can grow in, they can take it.